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A Generous Wife

Posted on Tuesday, 18, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

There was a very wealthy merchant who was very learned in Torah. He had a beautiful daughter named Adina. She was like her father, intelligent and wise. She was very quiet, but above all else, she loved to help the poor. She welcomed every beggar or person in need who came to the door and sat them down to a fine table filled with good food, and as they left, she gave them a generous donation of money to help them on their way.

A beautiful daughter of a wealthy merchant always attracts young men who want her hand in marriage. Among Adina’s suitors was a certain wealthy man who owned many flocks and herds. Adina agreed to marry him, and the wedding celebrations lasted the customary seven days. What Adina did not know was that as kind, generous, and charitable as she was, her new husband was mean, miserly, and selfish. In his whole life, he had never once given even a dry crumb of bread to a poor person.

One day, a ragged beggar appeared at their door. He had not eaten in two days and was very hungry and tired. Adina received him warmly, as was her way. “Welcome to our home,” she said. “Come sit at our table and eat with us!”

The moment her husband saw the man, he shouted, “Don’t you dare enter this room! Get out of my house this minute. No dirty beggar eats at the table with me!”

Psalm 113:7

Adina was shocked and very hurt. Much to her shame she now knew what her husband was like. So she left him, went back to her father’s house, and was divorced from him.

After that, other suitors came to ask for Adina’s hand. But as soon as they heard about how charitable she was, they left. “She’ll give away all my money.” one cried, “Should I eat at the same table with beggars? Never” others would say. No one wanted to marry her.

One day a man came and when he was told how Adina was so charitable, he said, “What could be better than a charitable woman with a good heart?” So the two of them were married.

One evening, they were sitting at the table, dining, and there was a knock at the door. When Adina got up from the table and opened the door, she saw in front of her a beggar—weak, tired, and hungry from much walking. As she looked closer at his face, she gave out a cry and fainted. She had recognized him: It was her first husband, the miser, who had lost all his money and was now begging from door to door!

When she recovered, her new husband revealed to her why he loved her generous nature. He said, “I was the beggar whom your first husband threw out of the house.” He had received a new start in life and had become wealthy.

Reflecting on what had happened, Adina replied, “Great are the deeds of the Holy One, blessed be He. Who raises up the poor out of the dust, and lifts up the needy out of the dunghill” (Psalms 113:7).

“To him who has the means and refuses the needy, the Holy One says: Bear in mind fortune is a wheel.” (Tanchuma Mishpatim #8) A husband who complains about a holy woman’s excessive charity might not realize that he too may one day be in need.

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The Bloodless Challah and a Bread Machine Challah Recipe

Posted on Thursday, 13, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The holy rabbi kept an open house. All travelers were welcome. No one in need was ever turned away. One Friday, a non-Jewish beggar came in and asked for a piece of bread. The holy rabbi’s wife had only whole challahs in the house at that moment – challah that she had just baked l’koved Shabbos (in honor of Shabbos). She did not want to cut into one of these special challahs, but her husband urged, “Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.”

The holy rabbi kept an open house. All travelers were welcome. No one in need was ever turned away. One Friday, a non-Jewish beggar came in and asked for a piece of bread. The holy rabbi’s wife had only whole challahs in the house at that moment – challah that she had just baked l’koved Shabbos (in honor of Shabbos). She did not want to cut into one of these special challahs, but her husband urged, “Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.”

She did as her husband asked, and gave the non-Jewish beggar as much bread as he wanted to satisfy his hunger.

Sometime later, the holy rabbi had to travel along the road through a forest. He was lost in thought and was amazed at the beauty of the forest. There, he was surrounded and seized by a gang of robbers who took away everything he had. Then they marched him to their leader, who would decide whether or not to kill him.

The leader of the robber gang turned out to be the very same man to whom the holy rabbi’s wife had fed her challah! He recognized the rabbi at once, and told his men, “This holy rabbi kept me alive. Do not harm him in the least – and return everything that you have taken from him!”

The robbers did as they were ordered, and the holy rabbi was allowed to leave in peace.

When he returned home, he told his wife of his adventure and concluded by reminding her, “As I told you: ‘Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.'”

 

 

 

Bread Machine Challah

4 Jumbo eggs, room temperature add water to make 1cup

 

3 1/2 cups bread flour

3-4 Tablespoons white sugar

 

1 Tablespoon yeast or 1 packet of yeast

4 Tablespoons olive oil or avocado oil

 

1 egg, beaten

1 ½ teaspoons salt

 

1-2 tablespoon water

Directions

Place liquid ingredients into pan of the bread machine

Combine dry ingredients and then add to the liquid in the Bread Machine pan

Select Dough cycle; press Start.

After the machine is done, take the dough out, and place it on a very lightly floured board, punch the dough down, and let rest for 5 minutes.

Divide the dough in half. Then divide into 4 equal pieces, roll into ropes about 12 to 14 inches, and braid into a loaf. Do the same with the remaining other half. Gently put the loaves on a greased cookie sheet or bread pans, mist with water, and let rise for 1 to 1 1/2 hours in a warm, draft free place, until double in size.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). In a small bowl, beat together 1 egg and 1 tablespoon water.

Brush risen loaves with egg mixture. Bake in preheated oven for about 20 to 25 minutes. If it begins to brown too soon, cover with foil.

 

 

 

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The Rabbi Who Ate a Whole Pot of Cholent Himself

Posted on Thursday, 30, July, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The holy rabbi was once the honored Shabbos guest of one of the prominent citizens of the village. The custom in those parts was that the householder would pass the whole pot of cholent to his distinguished guest, who would be asked—by way of compliment, as if he were the host—to apportion the steaming Shabbos stew into the plates of the members of the family.

As the cholent was passed to him, the holy rabbi caught a whiff of it, tasted it, then tasted it again, and again—until bit by bit he finished it all, leaving nothing for the others at the table. Then he asked: “Is there perhaps a little more cholent?” And this, too, he finished, down to the last spoonful.

The host and his family were dumbfounded—but it was known that tzaddikim (holy people) see a spiritual mission in eating, revealing the sparks of sanctity that are hidden in the things of This World. Who would be so bold as to pretend to guess at the hidden things that tzaddikim relish…?

But some of his students were present, and in all the time they had known him they had never observed him serving his Maker in this manner. So they gathered up courage and after some time asked him to explain to them about the hidden things that he had delighted in in that cholent.

“I am sure I can trust you with the explanation,” he said. “By mistake, the maid in that household flavored the cholent with kerosene instead of vinegar. I could smell it and taste it. I gathered that if our host and hostess would find out, the defenseless girl would never hear the end of it, and possibly lose her job as well—and she’s a penniless orphan, poor thing. So I ate up the cholent, and let them think of me whatever they please. Why should an orphaned girl have to suffer shame and abuse?”

Shabbos Cholent

Shabbos Cholent

1/4 -1/2 cup navy beans 2 – 3 Tablespoons oil for sautéing
1/4 – 1/3 cup northern beans 1/3 – 1/2 cup barley
1/4-1/3 cup pinto beans 2-6 potatoes, cut into eighths
1/4 – 1/2 cup red kidney beans or 3 – 4 carrots sliced
1 cup cholent beans water for soaking
1 – 2 large onion, diced 2 lbs. breast flanken, chuck steak, or skirt steak
1 – 3 cloves garlic sliced 1 bay leaf
1 teaspoon oregano marrow bones (optional)
1 teaspoon rosemary 2-4 Tablespoons kosher salt
2 Tablespoons paprika boiling water to cover by 2″

 

1. Soak beans overnight in water to cover or place into a microwave dish, cover with boiling water by 2”, and microwave on high for 15 minutes. Drain.

2. In a 6-quart pot or crock-pot, sauté the onion and garlic in oil until golden.

3. Add all the ingredients to the pot and bring to a boil

4. If using a pot, lower heat and simmer until nearly Shabbos; then place on the blech to simmer through the night. If using a crock-pot, cook on low until ready to serve.

5. Before Shabbos, taste and adjust seasonings. If the water has been absorbed, add more water.

6. Cover and simmer until the daytime seudah.

NOTE: Cholent kugel, potato kugel or kishke can be placed into the pot.

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To Whom Does the Land Belong

Posted on Monday, 13, July, 2020Tuesday, 19, March, 2024 by Rabbi

It was a beautiful spot by the forest. The breeze would rustle the leaves of the nearby trees and the stream gently gurgled. One could just stand and sense the peace surrounding the area.

Two very powerful men in the village argued over who actually owned the land. Each one wanted to expand their business and made plans to build on the small plot of land. Neither of them had sufficient proof that the land was his, so they decided to take their dispute to the holy rabbi of the village. The rabbi listened carefully to their many arguments and tried hard to a fair compromise. Sadly, neither party wished to yield to type of mediation, insisting instead that the holy rabbi apply the letter of the law.

The rabbi was upset by their stubbornness and pettiness, and tried to impress upon them that earthly possessions are after all only temporary, and that a small plot of land is hardly worth the animosity they were generating. However. the two turned a deaf ear to his pleas.

The rabbi then related the Midrash that when the Israelites came to the Land of Canaan and it was portioned among the twelve tribes, the division was accomplished by casting lots, and the validity of the lot was confirmed by a Bas Kol (Heavenly voice) which affirmed to which tribe each piece of land belonged. The holy rabbi suggested that since there was not enough evidence to rule on, the two parties should rely on a Divine revelation. “Let the land speak for itself,” he said with as much authority as he could muster. The two embattled litigants agreed.

The rabbi and the two parties then went to the site. Very impressively, the rabbi bent over and spoke to the earth, “I command you to tell me to which of these two people you really belong.” He put his ear to the ground and listened, then arose slowly. With a somber look and a foreboding tone, he shared what he heard. “The earth says it belongs to neither of you, but that you belong to it, because it will eventually claim both of you.”

The two angry men immediately understood, and with shivers, agreed to work together. They built some benches and put up a sign for everyone to see who visited that beautiful spot by the forest. The sign said, “Be among the disciples of Aaron, loving peace and pursuing peace, loving people and bringing them close to faith.” “(Pirkei Avos 1:12). The path through that piece of land carried the hopes of those two powerful men – that all who walked that path would come to peace.

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The Miser Who Wanted a Divorce

Posted on Tuesday, 7, July, 2020Monday, 29, January, 2024 by Rabbi

A man who was known to be a miser pleaded with his rabbi for help. His wife had been tormenting him for years, and he simply could not tolerate living with her any longer. However, she refused to accept a divorce.

The rabbi reminded the miser, “you know a woman may not be divorced except by her own consent.” (Takkana of Rabbeinu Gershom c.1000) The miser answered, “I don’t want to be married to her any longer. She constantly annoys me and I don’t even like her.”

“I think have a solution for you,” the rabbi advised. “The Talmud warns that it a person fails to honor his promises, he will be punished with the death of his wife (Shabbos 32b). So the next time the tzedakah (charity) collectors come to you, make a commitment and then refuse to pay it.”

The man followed the rabbi’s instructions, and pledged a huge sum, but then threw the collectors out the door. Weeks later he complained to the rabbi that his advice was not working, because his wife was as healthy as ever.

The rabbi thought for a few moments and then smiled, saying, “this is supposed to be a punishment, not a reward. Listen to me and do this. Buy your wife a gift each day, speak lovingly to her, try to soothe her, and then when she becomes compatible, the curse will certainly take effect.”

Proverbs 18:22

The miser went and did as he was told. Slowly things changed in his home, his wife began to be kind and caring, and their relationship improved day by day. Weeks later the man came to the rabbi and said, “Rabbi, it is a miracle! We are in love now as though we were newlyweds.”

The rabbi responded, “we are taught that ‘A person must always be careful about sustaining the honor of his wife, as blessing is found in a person’s house only because of his wife’ (Bava Metzia 59a) as it is written ‘He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the L-rd.’ (Proverbs 18:22)”

The rabbi frowned and a look of deep concern came over him as he ordered. “Hurry then and fulfill your promise because the punishment can now take effect any moment!”

Some days later, the rabbi met the miser and his wife and blessed them. He told them that they would live long. “Can you bless my husband with long life?” asked the wife. “It is already done,” answered the rabbi “as it is written, ‘Enjoy happiness with a woman you love all the fleeting days of life that have been granted to you under the sun—all your fleeting days. For that alone is what you can get out of life and out of the means you acquire under the sun. (Ecclesiastes 9:9)

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The Rabbi Who Was Turned into a Werewolf – Part I The Rabbi and Students Travel

Posted on Tuesday, 30, June, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Part 1 of 4 – Part 2 to be posted tomorrow

 

Part I The Rabbi and Students Travel

Once there was a rabbi who was very wealthy. He knew all of the revealed and hidden Torah and understood all the seventy languages. The rabbi maintained a great yeshiva, which was attended by many students. The rabbi provided for the needs of poor students. The students loved the rabbi, their teacher.

The rabbi was a baal tzedakah (giver of much charity) and provided for many of the poor of the village. He frequently had travelers and beggars in his home. the rabbi was filled with good deeds, as a pomegranite is filled with seeds. He was known throughout the region as a holy and generous man.

His wife was nothing like him, she was a wicked woman. She resented his generosity and his love of Torah. She couldn’t bear the presence of any poor people in her house.

The world is a water wheel, the buckets ascend full and descend empty. Who’s rich today may not be so tomorrow. (Exodus Rabbah 31:14) And so it happened with the holy rabbi. He lost all his wealth and could no longer help the poor or the students.

The holy rabbi was embarassed, but chose to bear his losses without protest to the Holy One, blessed be He, for ‘all His ways are just’ (Deuteronomy 32:4). After much thought he decided to leave town secretly so that no one will know what became of him.

He called together his best students in the yeshiva and said, “You know how devoted I’ve been to you all these years. I’ve provided you with food and clothing, and studied with you. But now I have to tell you something, and I hope that you will do toward me as I have always done toward you.”

The students answered together: “Rabbi, holy rabbi, tell us your secret. And we promise that we will be true to you as long as the Holy One, blessed be He gives us life.”

The rabbi told them he that he lost his fortune and that he planned to leave town. He invited his 10 best students to join him. He still had some money and hoped they would find mercy a long the road.

The students were touched by the holy rabbi’s words that they agreed that whatever they had, whether money or clothes, they would share with him.

That night, the rabbi went away his ten best students, and no one in the village noticed their leaving. When the poor people and students found that the rabbi was gone they were deeply frightened of his wife.

The holy rabbi was greatly honored wherever he went, and he and his students were treated very well. No one was surprised that he had left home, people assumed that he and his students were traveling for some holy purpose.

Travel is hard on clothes, person, and purse. (Midrash Tehillim 23:3) After being on the road for a long time, their clothes became tattered, and they ran out of money. They no longer looked like Torah scholars and sadly had to resort to begging to meet their needs.

Weariness and hard times wore down the holy rabbi and his loyal students. The students approached the holy rabbi and told him thy were tired of their life of wandering, and they to return to their homes and families. They also promised not to tell anyone what he was doing or where he was.”

The holy rabbi listened to his students and thought for a few moments, and then he said: “My dear students, what greater praise can I speak of you than your loyalty, which you have been showing me all this time. I therefore want to ask you one more thing, stay with me until after Shabbos. Then, b’ezras Hashem (G-d willing), I’ll let you go with my blessings.”

Jewish Werewolf Story

The students answered, “Rabbi, we’ve been with you so long, we’ll stay with you until after Shabbos.”

The holy rabbi walked slowly into the nearby forest and began to meditate and pray:

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to you (Psalm 19:14) If I recite my wants, it is not to remind You of them, but only that I may be conscious of my dependence upon You. (Chovos haLevavos 8:3:18).

Suddenly he saw a little weasel running by, with a golden ring in its mouth. The holy rabbi began to chase the weasel, until it dropped the ring. The rabbi picked it up and saw that is was very old and that there was ancient writing on the inside, which he was able to read. It said: “Though I be old and simple, I am invaluable.”

The rabbi was very wise and he realized there was something special about this ring, and he sat and studied it. He wondered what was so special about the ancient ring. What makes it so invaluable?

For a moment he was distracted thought about his students and he said to himself, “Ribbono Shel Olam , Master of the Universe allow me to find away to send my students back to their homes with ease,” Suddenly he saw lying before him a belt full of golden coins. He was amazed and returned to his students.

He gathered them around him and told them, “This Shabbos will truly be joyful. I just learned that an old friend, who is very wealthy, lives in the nextvillage, and I’m sure he will lend me money, he doesn’t yet realize that I’m poor. With the money, I’ll be able to buy you all new clothes and we will return home together.”

He didn’t want to tell his students about the ring because “secret things belong to Hashem (Deuteronomy 29:28), so he didn’t say a word.

When they arrived at the next village, the holy rabbi bought clothes made of the finest velvet and silk for his students. He also bought himself clothing he had worn before. Throughout Shabbos they learned Torah, sang and were very happy.

He went into the city and bought a beautiful coach, fit for a prince, and he told his students:

“Dear students, come here, and I will pay you back for everything you did for me while we were roaming about, and then we shall go home.”

The students merely thought that the wealthy relative in the town had lent him a thousand ducats, just as the rabbi said to them, so that he might return home in honor. And they started back. And the people who had once closed their doors to them, now opened them wide and welcomed the travelers warmly.

However, while the rabbi and his students were away from their home town, the people were miserable. But then they found out that the rabbi and his students were coming back, and there were shouts of joy. And who was as glad as the poor people in town?

When the rabbi arrived, everyone gave him a warm welcome, for nobody realized he had gone out into the world because he had been poverty-stricken. People thought he had gone away to study. And the rabbi acted as he had always acted before. He gave charity, opened his yeshiva and brought up little boys to study. On Sabbath afternoons, following his nap, he would interpret the hard critical glosses of the Talmud for his students.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Blessing of Kasha

Posted on Friday, 26, June, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The widow had custom to personally distribute kasha—buckwheat groats—to students who spent the day studying the Holy Writings. She even served this simple food during meals on Shabbos (the holy Sabbath day). Her motive was undoubtedly spiritual, and indeed, holy power may be “transmitted” through food.

Once, when she was serving the kasha, she saw a young man who ate it hurriedly, in a gluttonous manner unbefitting a student learning the Holy Writings. The widow called him over and said to him, “Do you know how many prayers were sent into heaven on behalf of this food?

holy food

At seed time, the seeds were praying that they be received into the earth and sprout. Then they pray that if heaven decrees a blight to afflict the sprouts, they be spared. Later, at threshing time, when many grains are simply lost and others carried off by the wind, they pray that nothing be lost. Still later, the grains pray that they come into the possession of a spiritual person — who will elevate them by making a blessing before eating them. Then they pray that they will become a food to be eaten on Shabbos, for this will cause their fixing (their tikkun) and elevation. Sadly if, after all this, one eats in a lowly way, one spoils everything, for a grain of kasha can only receive a fixing when eaten in a way befitting a human being!”

Holy, meditative eating is an important spiritual practice whereby both the person and the food are elevated spiritually. The widow’s words to the student encouraged him to eat with sanctity and dignity. She described the kasha seeds and grains as praying. Just as she also prayed a great deal while making the kasha and while distributing it to the students to fulfill the goal that the students and the food they ate be elevated by their eating.

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Training the Rich

Posted on Sunday, 21, June, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Who is rich? He who is happy with their lot, as it is written (Psalm 128:2) “You shall eat the fruit of the labor of your hands; you shall be happy, and it shall go well with you.” “You shall be” refers to this world; and “it shall be well with you” refers to the world to come. (Pirkei Avos 4:1)

The value (middah) of generosity, which is the difference between stinginess and extravagance, is gratifying to its doer, for he thereby preserves his wealth and is not overly extravagant, and this earns him the praise of men for living as he should. (Pirkei Avos 2:1)

What are these passages from Pirkei Avos – the Ethics of the Fathers – saying about wealth? It is told that….

Who is rich

Once a very wealthy merchant was approached by the holy rabbi of the town and was about his lifestyle. The wealthy merchant assured the holy rabbi that he was not influenced by his riches, and that in fact, he was following the teachings of the sages, “Ever let a man be humble in Torah and good works, humble with his parents, teacher, and wife, with his children, with his household, with his kinsfolk near and far, even with the stranger in the street, so that he become beloved one high and desired on earth. (Tanna de bei Eliyahu).” The wealthy merchant explained he was humble in dress and deed, getting along on a simple diet.

The holy rabbi gently explained to the wealthy merchant, “You are doing it all wrong. You must follow my instructions and leave the teachings of the sages to my discretion. I want you to hire servants and to buy yourself several changes of the finest clothes available, along with expensive dresses for your wife. You are to hire a fine cook, and have delicacies at every meal. You must also travel to great places, and use your great wealth for maximum enjoyment. Then you will merit the Divine blessing for continued wealth.”

When the astonished merchant left, some of the by¬standers expressed surprise at these unusual instructions. The rabbi revealed the insight behind his advice.

“If he will indulge in luxurious food and clothes, then when a needy person asks for help, he will understand that this poor fellow requires at least enough for bread and simple clothes. However, if he himself lives a modest life and eats simple food and wears inexpensive clothes, how will he view the needy? He will probably think that the poor can eat scraps and wear rags! I say, let the wealthy enjoy their wealth, then the less fortunate will have at least enough for a meager existence. If the rich train themselves to survive on the bare minimum, they will let the poor suffer and starve.”

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Work and Use of Time

Posted on Thursday, 11, June, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A man complained to the holy rabbi of the village that his father had left him a store as an inheritance, but where the business had provided a large profit for his father, it was not doing well for him at all. Hours could go by without a single customer coming into the store.

“What do you do with all that empty time?” the holy rabbi asked.

“Sometimes I just sit around doing nothing, sometimes I’ll read a book or clean and straighten up the store” the man answered, with a shrug.

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“There is your solution” the holy rabbi nodded understand¬ingly. “You see, the Dark One has been given extensive powers. When your father had a free moment, he would learn a portion of the Talmud, some Pirke Avos (Ethics of the Fathers), or the Scriptures, or perhaps read the Tehillim (Psalms). This greatly irritated the Dark One, who would direct customers to the store, to interrupt your father’s holy study or prayer. With you, however, the Dark One is very satisfied to allow you to go without customers, since you waste away your time anyway. When you abuse the gift of time, you are doing exactly what he wishes. Not only does he not direct people to your store, but he uses his vast authority over circumstances to prevent would-be customers from going there, so that you will continue to misuse your time. Unfortunately, as long as you are content with following his path, he will be comfortable with yours and will try not to disturb you.”

Many may think they know how to earn money, but they are often way off course in their ways. The Torah says, “Remember the L-rd your G-d, for it is he who gives you power to get wealth, so that he may confirm his covenant that he swore to your ancestors…” (Deuteronomy 8:18) The rabbis taught that one should “strive to acquire wealth honestly, that you may benefit from it in this world and to the world to come…Wealth is a gift from G-d” (Maalos haMiddos Ch 23, 13 C)

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A Jewish Werewolf Story

Posted on Wednesday, 20, May, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

He was an orphan who spent a great deal of time in the forest. It seemed impossible for the elders of the village to convince him to stay and study in the Beis Medresh (House of Study). So they decided to put the orphan’s great love of the forest to good use and assigned him the task of leading the children through the forest each day to school. This work changed the boy from a solitary young man to one who joyously led the children, singing along the wooded paths. The songs they sang from their hearts drifted into the highest heavens and were heard by the Holy One, blessed be He.

The Evil One, who leads many astray, grew afraid that the innocent and pure singing of the orphan and the children might free Moshiach (the Messiah) from the chains that hold him back. So he felt he had to bring the singing to an end.

So the Evil One decided to take possession of a woodcutter who made his home in the forest. Now this man had called upon the Evil One to witness his sins many times, for he was not even ashamed of all the terrible things he had done. So the Evil One called down the evil spirit of a sorcerer, whose soul was the darkest of the dark, to take possession of the sinful woodcutter. The Evil One put into the mind of the woodcutter a single thought: to bring to an end the pure song of the children who accompanied the orphan along the forest paths.

This sorcerer, who now possessed the woodcutter’s body, knew a spell that turned a man into a werewolf. So three days before the rising of the full moon, the sorcerer said the words of that spell, knowing that on the night the moon was full he would turn into a beast.

Now the orphan led the children to school shortly after sunrise, and they returned home in the late afternoon. During the winter it had already grown dark when they started to walk home. It was that on the night of a full moon the orphan led the children through the snowy forest. When suddenly, out of nowhere, the most terrible beast imaginable leapt out at them, howling in an unearthly voice, and frightening all the children. Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the werewolf dashed off into the dark woods, and the children, one and all, started crying. Even the orphan was shaken, but still he gave thanks to the Holy One, blessed be He for having saved them from that terrible wolf. He also calmed the children and led them home.

Now many of the children were so upset that they were afraid to go to school the next day, or the next, just as the Evil One had hoped. In fact, a few of them started having nightmares of the worst kind. They cried out in their sleep and shed many tears. Many of their parents decided that they themselves must lead the children through the forest, for they thought the task too dangerous for the young orphan.

The orphan was very sad about this, for he knew that the singing of the children was the purest form of prayer. He grew angry that such a beast should be in that forest, driving out those who would walk along the wooded paths. He hoped he could find this wolf’s den, so that hunters might be able to get rid of the fearsome beast. When the orphan returned to the place where they had seen the beast, he found the huge wolf tracks and followed them through the forest. Suddenly, the wolf tracks disappeared, and in their place he saw the tracks of a man.

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The orphan was much amazed by this. He realized that the wolf must be supernatural — a werewolf. He grew even more angry that something so evil should be in the forest. Then the orphan followed the tracks until they led him to the hut of the woodcutter. The orphan knew that woodcutter was not a pious man, but he had never imagined that he was a werewolf.

The orphan hid himself in the woods and watched the woodcutter for many days. Once in a while, the man left his hut, but the orphan never saw him cutting wood. Yet smoke was always seen rising up from the roof. The orphan wondered how this was possible, for the hut was too small to store much firewood. One day as he watched, a flock of birds happened to fly above the hut, and those passing through that smoke fell dead to the ground, one after another. This surprised the orphan, so he crept up and touched one of the fallen birds. Then he pulled his fingers back in horror, for the bird had been burned to a cinder in a single instant. That was when he realized that the fire, too, was unnatural. And he shuddered at the thought of the evil source of those flames.

Now three weeks had passed since the attack of the werewolf, and during that time the orphan had not been seen at the Beis Medresh (House of Study) even once. The rabbis again began to worry about him, and they asked the parents of the children to give the orphan another chance. He was delighted when he learned that the parents were again willing to let him guide their children along the forest path.

Once the orphan knew that the wolf was actually a werewolf, he knew that the beast posed a danger to them only on the night of the full moon. He decided that he would rid the forest of this evil. So, three days before the full moon rose, the orphan had a dream he would never forget. In the dream an old man came to him who said his name was Eliyahu haNovi (Elijah the Prophet). He revealed secrets of how the evil beast could be defeated once and for all. When the orphan awoke, he remembered every detail of this dream and he was sure that he would succeed, for that is what the Holy One, blessed be He wanted.

On the day of the full moon, the orphan led the children to school as usual, shortly after sunrise. That day he sang with more feeling than the children had ever heard, and when they joined in, their song reached to the highest heavens, sailing above even the prayers offered up that day. The angels gathered those songs together and wove them into a garland for the Holy One to wear as he sat on his Throne of Glory.

After the orphan had brought the children to school, he himself returned to the forest. He went to the very place where the wolf had attacked them, and built a fire. He waited until the fire had burned down, and when all that remained of it were embers, he banked them with ashes, leaving little holes for air. Then he returned to the House of Study in time to lead the children home. Once again, they sang in the sweetest voices ever heard. The Evil One shuddered at their purity and swore to silence their song forever.

Now the orphan and the children arrived at that place in the forest just be¬fore dark, and he quickly uncovered the embers and fanned them into a great blaze, warming them on that cold night and casting a great light. Then the orphan told the children to stand by the fire, and he used his walking stick to draw a circle around them in the snow. As he did, he whispered some words that the confused children could barely make out. Then he turned to the children and told them that no matter what happened, they were not to run outside that circle, for within it no harm would come to them. After that he began to sing, and the children, despite their fear, sang with him.

By then it had grown dark, and the full moon was seen rising in the sky. As soon as it shone upon them, the children heard the most terrible howling from the forest. One and all they began to cry out in fear, for they recognized the howling of the werewolf. The orphan told them not to be afraid, for Heaven would protect them as long as they remained within that circle. When the children saw how calm the orphan was, they stopped crying, though they still shivered with fear.

Then the orphan took his walking stick and put the end of it into the fire. Now he was very fond of that staff, and the children were stunned, for they could not imagine him burning it. But the staff did not burst into flame. Its end just glowed brightly when the orphan lifted it up. At that very moment they heard the sound of branches breaking nearby, accompanied by another terrible howl, this time so close that the children started to scream. That is when the orphan suddenly swung his walking stick around and around, so that it seemed as if a burning circle hovered there. When the terrible were¬wolf leaped toward them, he was surrounded by that glowing circle. It grew smaller as the wolf passed through it, and those who dared to open their eyes saw a great miracle take place: for as the wolf passed in one side and out the other, he turned into the woodcutter. And although this happened quickly, several students later insisted that they had seen a half-man, half-wolf, suspended in that flaming circle, before the body of the woodcutter crashed to the ground and began to smoke. Before long it burned to ashes, and then even the ashes disappeared. And Israel knew that somewhere that evil soul was being punished for what it had done and that it was burning in the fires of brimstone.

So the orphan gathered the children together and led them back home beneath the light of the full moon, which seemed to cast a path before them. The Evil One knew the bitterness of defeat and in the palaces of heaven there was great celebration.

When the people found out how the orphan saved their children, they wanted to thank him. But that night he disappeared, for that is the way of the Lamed vov (the Hidden Ones)

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. (Joel 1:3)

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