Category: Rabbi’s thoughts and teaching
The King’s Messengers
The king’s messenger summoned a person to come to the palace at once. When the man saw that the messenger was wearing black garments and had an angry look on his face, he was immediately gripped by a feeling of terror, for perhaps he was destined to receive a harsh punishment from the king.
There was a wise man standing nearby who soothed the man’s anxiety “What do you have to fear from the messenger?” he said. “He cannot do anything to you without a direct command from the king. Therefore, instead of being fearful and worrying, examine your deeds. If you know that you are free of any transgression, you would do well to hurry to the palace as the king commanded and hear what he has to say”
On another occasion, the king’s messenger summoned a different person to appear before the king. This time, however, the messenger was dressed in bright-colored clothes and was very happy as well as smiling. The man was overjoyed and he began to dance.
A wise man turned to him and said, “What do you have to dance about? Who really knows if this messenger is the bearer of good news or not? Do not be misled by the happy expression on his face; rather, think about whether you are truly loyal to the king. If you are, then the messenger is bringing you good tidings, but if you have sinned against the king, Heaven forbid, then evil has been determined against you…”
A person should not judge himself according to whether an event which befalls him is good or bad. Rather, he must constantly examine himself in order to know whether he is loyal to the King or, Heaven forbid, has sinned against Him.
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The Cantonist’s Prayer
The Jewish citizens of Russia were thrust into a state of anxiety in the Fall of 1827 when Tsar Nickolas I signed the “Statute on Conscription Duty”. Tsar Nickolas I was planning to issue many laws intending to make everyone Russian. The laws included a ban on chadarim (Jewish elementary schools). The Jewish community immediately took action by sending a delegation of prominent rabbanim to Petersberg, which included Tam and Chacham.
Everyone hoped to return home to be with their families in time for Yom Kippur, but it was not to be. The meetings seemed to take forever lasting day after day. Tam and Chacham sadly realized that they would be forced to spend the holiest day of the year in the capital city of Russia.
In their search to find a place where they could daven (pray) on Yom Kippur, the Tam and Chacham learned about a group of Cantonists who would be conducting a secret Yom Kippur service and decided to join them.
Cantonists were Jewish soldiers who had been abducted from their homes and drafted into the Russian army at a very young age. The Cantonist soldiers knew very little about Torah and Jewish beliefs and ways of living, relying only on the distant memories from their few short years at home. When they would finally be released from army service at the age of forty-three, many of them would find that their parents had already died, leaving them no where to go or call home. The passage of time had dulled their memory of the Yiddish language, and many would no longer be able to communicate with their any of their relatives.
This group of Cantonists, whose service Tam and Chacham had joined on that memorable Yom Kippur, clung to their Jewish traditions and identity in the face of severe torture. In spite of all the suffering that they continued to bear because of their religion, these Jewish soldiers felt isolated from the Jewish community and completely alone in the world.
Tam and Chacham participated in the outpouring of emotion as they davened the prayers of Yom Kippur in the Cantonist service. Ma’ariv was followed the next day by Shacharis, Mussaf, and Minchah. Finally, it was time for Ne’ilah, the most important prayer of the year. In many communities, it is customary for the most prominent member of the minyan to lead this sacred prayer.
Shortly before Ne’ilah was scheduled to begin, a Cantonist, who was the spokesman for the group, approached Tam and Chacham saying, “Although you are certainly worthy of leading the tefillos, we would like to ask permission for one of our fellow Cantonists to lead the Ne’ilah service in your stead.” Then he turned to the Cantonist who was to serve as chazzan (leader of Jewish prayer) and asked show his back. The man’s back and muscular arms were covered with terrible wounds and gashes.
“Do you see this?” asked the spokesman. “They are whip-marks. As a young boy he resisted. Every morning he was placed on a bench and given at least 100 strokes of a birch, leaving him bleeding and reeling in agony. After each birching, he was sent to the infirmary where he was treated and then soon beaten again. He absorbed the abuse, did not cry out, and did not relent. You must understand that during our friend’s entire time in the army, he never once ate non-kosher food or desecrated the Shabbos. As a result, he sustained many beatings, but he never gave in. Therefore, we request that he be the one to daven Ne’ilah, since we consider him to be our worthy representative.”
Tam and Chacham were totally astounded at the tremendous self-sacrifice of the seemingly simple man standing before them, and of course, they agreed.
The Cantonist chazan began leading the tefillah and chanted ashrei, followed by uva l’Tzion. When it came time for Kaddish, he paused. Walking up to the Aron Kodesh, he began to speak in a powerful voice, baring his heart as a child speaks to his father:
“Ribbono shel Olam, Master of the Universe It is now the holiest time of the year. What do Jewish people throughout the world ask for at this time?” Answering his own question, he continued, “They ask for three crucial things:
Banai – Children Chayei – life
and M’zonei – sustenance.
we Cantonists don’t need to bother You to ask for these things.
Banai – Children: we’ll never have. When we will finally be released from army service, there will be no one to marry us! No Jewish woman will agree to marry us because we know little to nothing of Your Torah. Of course, we can’t marry non-Jewish women either. We know that we will never get married and so unfortunately, we will never be blessed with children.”
With tears filling his eyes, the Cantonist continued,
Chayei – life: what kind of life is this to live, so estranged from the rest of the Jewish People? We don’t desire a long life.
M’zonei – sustenance: sustenance: we don’t need to ask You for food. As soldiers in the Russian army, the tzar supports us and provides us with our needs. So what do we ask for at this auspicious time?”
As tears streamed down his cheeks, the Cantonist cried out:
“There is only one thing that we ask for!” Then, in the traditional tune that is recognized in shuls throughout the world, he called out, “Yisgadal v’yiskadash sh’mei raba – We ask that the Name of Hashem be sanctified and that His name be recognized throughout the world.”
With tears freely flowing, he continued to recite the rest of the Kaddish.
After Yom Kippur, Tam and Chacham learned from that the Cantonist’s moving words what a person should truly pray for. Instead of focusing only on one’s own personal needs, we should pray that the Name of the Holy One blessed be He should be sanctified and that we should constantly bring about a kiddush HaShem in the world.
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Trust and Faith
Throughout the Torah and our studies, we learn that Hashem does not have to prove anything to us. Every day as we say the Shema, “Hear O Israel. The L-rd our G-d is One”, we firmly believe in all that the Torah teaches and need no other proof that it is true. However, we continue by saying, “to your name give honor.” To those who would challenge you, please answer them, in order that Your great Name be glorified by all. Even though we don’t need proof of Hashem’s greatness, the nonbelievers do, and we trust that He will reveal Himself to them — in His own time and way.
Tam and Chacham used to travel to faraway places to encourage people to bind themselves to Torah and mitzvos. During such journey, they stayed with an observant Jewish innkeeper and noticed that something was troubling the man and asked him about it.
The distraught innkeeper explained: “Yesterday a man came into the inn and ordered a drink. He then reached into his bag and took out some food and put it on the table. To my amazement, I saw that it was a piece of pork! Then he turned to me and said ‘It says in the Torah that one is forbidden to eat pork. Well, if there is a G-d, let him make me choke on this pork that I’m now going to eat.’ With that he swallowed the pork, and nothing at all happened to him! This incident has shaken my faith and has caused me to have doubts”
As soon as he finished speaking, the innkeeper’s son burst through the door and proudly announced that he had received his degree with honors in his major, music, and that he was qualified to enter a higher institution or even apply for a position in the symphony orchestra.
After his father told him how proud he was. Tam and Chacham wished him a hearty mazel tov and wished him much success. Chacham asked the young musician if he could test him. The young man proudly responded, “Yes by all means!” Chacham asked the young man to play Avinu Malkeinu so he could offer his opinion of the young man’s ability. The proud musician was highly offended at this request, and stormed out of the room. The father was embarrassed by his son’s disrespectful behavior, and ran after him to make him come back and apologize to Tam and Chacham. The young man apologized but then tried to explain why he had been so angry. “The degree I just received is proof of my proficiency. There should be no further need of tests to prove my ability. And so I felt hurt and angry that you wanted to test me with such a simple song – A song known and played by every child.”
“Absolutely,” agreed Chacham to everyone’s surprise. “I simply wanted to make a point, to stress how absurd it is for someone to try to test G-d. His Torah is the only ‘degree’ we need, and for this reason there is no need for further tests.”
We say to Hashem You do not have to prove anything to us. We firmly believe in everything Your Torah teaches. It is taught, “reason has long since decided that the Holy One, blessed be He needs nothing, but all things need Him,” (Emunos v’Deos 3:10 933 ce)
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ST12 The Merchant and the Scales
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ST11 A Rock and the King’s Greatness
Can a person be punished for injuring the king if he does not understand the greatness and power of the king?
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The General’s Shabbos
In a small Polish town there lived a Jewish innkeeper who was well known for being honest and very strong in his faith. One day, on a late Friday afternoon, a Russian General and his troops arrived in town. They were returning from fighting in a war, and settled in the town for a rest.
The sun had already set when the General sent his one of his aides to fetch some wine from the local Jewish innkeeper. From every Jewish house the Shabbos (Sabbath) candles were shining through windows, which cast an air of celebration and holiness. The general’s aide arrived at the inn and found it closed. He went to the innkeeper’s home and found him dressed in his Shabbos clothes. The aide was welcomed in. “The General sent me to buy some of your best wine”, the aide said, taking out a roll of money. “I am very sorry”, the innkeeper replied. “We are now celebrating Shabbos – the Holy Sabbath Day. I do not do business on our holy day of Shabbos”. The aide returned to his General and told him that the Jewish innkeeper had refused to sell him wine because of the Shabbos. The General flew into a rage.
He immediately dispatched two soldiers to the innkeeper to warn him that if he still refused to sell them wine for the General, he would face the most serious consequences. The soldiers returned to the General without wine. “Why didn’t you bring me wine?!”, the General roared. The soldiers explained that they tried to buy wine, but the Jewish innkeeper said he could not sell any wine on the holy Sabbath day. However, he sent the key to his wine cellar, and suggested that perhaps the General might wish to help himself to any of the wine as his guest.
How strange that innkeeper is!, the General thought. He would not sell me a bottle of wine, yet he is prepared to give away his entire wine-cellar. That little Jewish innkeeper has a great deal of brazenness. So the General decided to meet the Jewish innkeeper in person!
When the General came to the innkeeper’s house, he remained standing at the door as he absorbed the wonderful scene that met his eyes. The table was covered with a white cloth and laden with tasty dishes. The Shabbos candles shone brightly. The innkeeper, his wife and children were dressed in their Shabbos clothes; all faces aglow with delight. The General almost felt sorry to have disturbed this beautiful atmosphere. The innkeeper rose to meet the General and respectfully invited him to join in the feast. The general said to the innkeeper, “Don’t you know the severity of not selling wine to the army during war?” The Jewish innkeeper calmly answered, “To keep the Sabbath day holy is one of the Ten Commandments given to us by G-d, His command we must obey before any command by human kings and princes”. The General was greatly impressed. He sat down at the table and motioned his aide to do the same. Never in their lives had they enjoyed such a delicious meal.
Several years later, the Jewish innkeeper was arrested and falsely accused of spying against his country. He was in great danger of severe punishment or even death. One day, when he was in jail, the heavy door of his solitary cell opened, and a high official appeared. The tears which filled the innkeeper’s eyes blurred his vision, and he could not see the inspector very well. But the inspector gazed at him intently, and then exclaimed, “Why, this is my good friend the Jewish innkeeper. What are you doing here?” The Jewish innkeeper wiped his tears and looked in astonishment at the inspector. It suddenly dawned on him that this was none other than the General whom he had entertained in his house that Friday night many years before! “Believe me, your Highness, I have done no wrong. I have always minded my own business and took no part in any politics. I am innocent”, The innkeeper cried. The Chief Inspector assured him, “I have no doubt about your innocence. Rest assured that I shall leave no stone unturned to get you out of here. At last I shall be able to repay you for the friendship and hospitality you showed me that Friday night. I have never forgotten the experience of that evening”.
The General, now Chief Inspector, personally appeared before the investigating committee and vouched for the innocence of the Jewish innkeeper. He told them, in detail, of his experience with the innkeeper, and assured them that he had not the slightest doubt that the Jewish innkeeper had no part in any conspiracy. The Chief Inspector’s words, and his great influence in the highest spheres of the government, dispelled all the suspicion directed against the Jewish innkeeper and he was promptly released and sent home.
Great was the joy of the innkeeper’s family when he suddenly returned home. “How did this wonderful thing happen?” his wife asked. “The Queen has intervened in my behalf”, answered the Jewish innkeeper. “What Queen?”
“The Shabbos Queen, of course” replied the innkeeper with a smile.
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ST10 The Flawed Stone
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ST8 The Rabbi and the Blacksmith
The Shabbat Lion
A widow and her four children lived in the city of Fez. Every day was a struggle to care for her children and she worked very hard in the market. Her oldest son, Shelomo, tried to help his mother by doing odd jobs, but there is only so much a young boy can do. His mother insisted that whatever he did, he was not to neglect his Torah studies.
Every week the widow would gather her children around the table on erev Shabbat and they would welcome the Shabbat Malka. There was always special food and such a feeling of peace throughout Shabbat.
Shelomo prayed and wished that the day would come that his mother did not have to work so hard. He tried real hard to keep the house neat and his brothers and sisters from arguing. One day a merchant came to the house with a letter from Fustat. Shelomo wondered who in faraway Mitzrayim (Egypt) knew his family.
He ran to the market carrying the mysterious letter to give to his mother. She took it, opened it and read it as tears trickled down her cheeks. Shelomo got angry that someone in a far off place made his mother cry.
The widow dried her tears and explained. It happened that they had a relative in Fustat who was very wealthy and left a fortune to them. She was glad about the wealth that could benefit her children, but was sad when she realized that she could not travel across the aṣ-ṣaḥrāʼ al-kubrá (the Great Desert) with her children. She would not be able to go to Fustat to retrieve the fortune.
Shelomo offered to go for his mother. The widow looked at her 12 year old son and admired his willingness, but he was still a boy. She felt that a boy could not survive a journey across the Great Desert and back. Shelomo reminded her that in a few short months he would be bar mitzvah and be considered a man in the Jewish community. The widow agreed to send her son to get the fortune in Fustat and bring it back.
The widow sold some of her jewelry and wrapped up food for her son’s journey and gave him directions and much advice. She approached a caravan leader for a ride and was assured that the caravan would stop for Shabbat, so Shelomo joined the group.
On Friday afternoon, after traveling many days through the Great Desert, Shelomo saw that the sun would be setting in an hour and the leader of the caravan was not stopping. “Excuse me sir, but are we not stopping?” he asked. The caravan leader answered, “Boy, I know this part of the desert and this is too dangerous of a place to stop.”
The sun was moving lower on the afternoon horizon. The caravan was still in the dry desert wilderness, yet Shelomo got down off of his camel, and announced that he would remain in the desert for the next day so that he would not be m’chalel Shabbat – in violation of the Sabbath Day.
“What? Are you insane?” cried his fellow travelers. “The desert is no place for a boy to remain alone. The sun is hot, the wind is harsh, the land is dry, and there are wild beasts that will tear you to pieces. There are lions in the wilderness, which will gobble you up in one bite,” the caravan members said. “Not even a camel would want to stay.”
Shelomo put his faith in the Holy One, blessed be He and stayed. The caravan members stopped arguing and continued on their way to Fustat, leaving the boy to spend Shabbat alone in the Great Desert.
Minutes before Shabbat would begin, Shelomo took a stick and drew a circle in the sand around himself. There he said his evening prayers and ate his Shabbat seudah (Sabbath Meal). He thought about his mother blessing his brothers and sisters in the glow of the Shabbat candles.
As he completed his seudah (meal), he saw a lion running toward him from a distance. He carefully watched the lion, but he was not afraid. He began his Grace after Meals, and as the lion approached the circle drawn around the boy, it simply stopped, crouched, and laid down. This lion did not come to eat the boy. The huge lion came to watch over him.
In the morning, Shelomo awoke, prayed the Shacharit prayers, ate his meal and sang Shabbat songs. The lion kept watch throughout the day. After Shabbat, the lion approached the boy and crouched down. Shelomo understood that the lion was hinting that he should sit on its back. He placed his bags on the lion’s back, mounted the lion, and the lion galloped off with the boy across the desert.
Soon Shelomo and his bags caught up with the caravan. The members of the caravan were shocked and frightened, and many ran and hid behind their camels. They were not only surprised to see that the boy Shelomo had survived the desert, but he was riding on a lion and was able to overtake them in their journey across the desert.
“Come join us as we continue on to Fustat and we will definitely stop on Shabbat,” the caravan leader told Shelomo. He soon came to Fustat and returned to his mother in Fez under the watchful eye of the lion.
The widow was overjoyed at the return of he son and with the fortune they provided for many needs of the poor of Fez. Everyone came to celebrate the bar mitzvah of Shelomo and his mother said – “my son is a man.”
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