Seudah shlishit

They remind us who we are, where we came from, and where we are going.

I personally feel that most powerfully at Seudat Shlishit, the third Shabbat meal on Saturday afternoon.

As the sun begins to set, we sing Mizmor L'David, Psalm 23, and in those words, even as we stand on the threshold of reentering the world with all its pressures and uncertainties, we find one of the most powerful reassurances in all of liturgy.

Gam ki-eilech b'gei tzalmavet lo irah rah ki atah imadi.

One time, my rabbi in yeshiva, when I was in yeshiva, I was young.

My ra- moroh yeshiva, Rabbi Berkovitz, he told me, "You know, one time I was in Seudat Shlishit in Shabbat with Rav Yaakov Kamenetsky, and they were serving gefilte fish." You know, the Ashkenazim, they love this gefilte fish fish.

Everybody eats, and, uh, Rav Yaakov Kamenetsky was not eating from the fish.

I got a little nervous.