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The Orphan Girl and the Wealthy Merchant’s Son – a Jewish Tale from Italy

Posted on Thursday, 6, May, 2021Thursday, 16, November, 2023 by Rabbi

There once was a poor couple who were farmers, and they had a daughter they loved very much. One day, raiders came and wrecked their home and field. In all of the confusion, the little girl was lost. Her parents searched for her but sadly could not find her.

One day a wealthy merchant was traveling along the road when he met the young girl. She was sad and lost, and her eyes were red with tears, the merchant felt bad for her and invited her to come to his home. The merchant’s wife had always wanted a daughter.

The merchant and his wife raised the young girl with their son. They grew very close and, after some time, fell in love. The merchant did not consider the young girl as an appropriate match for his son, for she had no wealth, no education, and no family.

The wealthy merchant wanted to separate the young girl from his son and sent her to live as a servant to a hermit who lived deep in the forest. The hermit was a holy man who studied the Holy Books. He knew the revealed and hidden secrets of the Torah (Scriptures).

As time went by, the son of the wealthy merchant was betrothed to marry a girl chosen by his father. The news spread throughout the country about the wedding.

The news arrived at the hermit’s house deep in the forest, and the young girl asked them to wait so she could prepare a gift for the wealthy merchant’s son and his bride. She amazed the messengers by having the oven light itself. Then she reached into the fiery oven and took out a beautiful cake as a wedding gift. The messengers returned to the home of the wealthy merchant with the cake and word of the remarkable talent of the girl who lived with the hermit.

The intended bride, upon hearing about the young girl from the astonished messengers, claimed she was much more talented. She set out to prove herself better, but the poor girl was badly burnt by the flames of the oven.

In shame, she left the wealthy merchant’s home. In a short time, another match was made for the wealthy merchant’s son. The messengers returned from the hermit with a gift of golden fried fish, which they said the girl merely reached into the pot and pulled out the crispy fish. The proposed bride boasted how she was a master of the kitchen and was much better than a lowly orphan girl. She set a pot on the stove and plunged her fingers into the boiling oil to take out the fried fish and badly burned her fingers. Out of shame, she ran away.

The merchant’s son remembered the girl his father had brought into the home some years before, and his heart yearned for her. He stopped eating and took to his bed as he was sick to his heart. The merchant, afraid for the health of his son, visited the hermit and the girl to ask her to nurse his son back to health.

The hermit asked the merchant to allow the girl to marry his son, for the hermit knew many revealed and hidden holy secrets. The merchant replied that she was a poor orphan, not worthy of his son. The hermit reminded the merchant, “A woman of valor who can find? For her value is far more valuable than rubies, and the heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no gain in fortune.” (Proverbs 31: 10-11)

The wealthy merchant responded,” She has no family, no wealth, and no education. She is not fit for my son.”

The hermit looked at the wealthy merchant and answered, “She is ‘a woman of great refinement and beautiful in appearance.’ (Susanna 1:31) Do you not realize that ‘No other woman from one end of the earth to the other looks so beautiful or speaks so wisely’ (Judith 11:21) Take her into your house and let her nurse your son back to health. Let them be wed, for this is the will of Heaven.”

The girl went to the wealthy man’s home and prepared a wondrous soup of barley, onions, mushrooms, and fine herbs to feed to the merchant’s son.  Every day she sat by his side and spoke to him. After many days, the young man rose from his sick bed and told his father that “She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the lesson of loving-kindness is upon her tongue.” (Proverbs 31: 26)

They were wed, and the wealthy merchant learned a most important lesson. “A woman’s beauty lights up a man’s face, and there is nothing he desires more.” (Ecclesiasticus 36:27) And they lived and shared many years of happiness.

Zechariah 14:21

Mushroom Barley Soup

 

3 tablespoons vegetable oil or olive oil

1 to 2 pounds fresh mushrooms, slicedr

2 medium yellow onions

3 medium carrots, sliced into 1 inch rounds

2 to 3 medium potatoes, diced

2 to 3 cloves garlic, minced

3 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley

1 bay leaf

8 cups broth or water

Salt and pepper to taste

1 cup pearl barley, rinsed

1 tablespoon sweet paprika

In a large heavy pot heat the oil over medium heat, add the onions and garlic and sauté until softened, about 5 to 10 minutes.

Add the parsley.

Add the broth, barley, mushrooms, carrots, potatoes, bay leaf, salt and pepper, and paprika.

Bring to a boil, cover, reduce the heat, and simmer until the barley is tender, about 1-2 hours.

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The Mystical Melody Part I – The Escape

Posted on Monday, 13, January, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The full moon was in the night sky, and the palace was silent. The guard who stood watch over the palace gates looked out into the darkness. Everything was quiet and still.

The calm of the night was disturbed by a loud noise. The night watchman spun around in his position at the gate and looked toward the palace. Strangely, it seemed like the noise was coming from within the palace doors themselves. The night watchman pulled out his bow, nocked an arrow, and within seconds, and had it ready to strike.

“Halt! Who goes there?” cried the night watchman.

Whoever it was, continued on with a slow yet steady step. “Halt or I’ll shoot! In the name of the king, stop!”

The warning was ignored, and the steps came closer and closer towards the palace gate.

With very shaky hands, the watchman pulled on the string of his bow. It was taut, and the arrow was ready to be sent into flight. He pointed the arrow-as steadily as he could in the direction of the stranger.

“I give you three seconds,and then you die. Three, two, one…”

He was just about to let go of the string when suddenly, there stood the king. In the light of the moon, the watchman could see the king’s face clearly. He met the king and begged, “Your Majesty, please forgive me. I could have killed you. I was following my orders. Please your Majesty understand.”

Strangely enough, there was a calm look on the king’s face as he looked at his guard and said, “You have done well and have served me well. You have nothing to fear. You will not be punished. But please move out of my way so that I may escape.”

The guard was completely confused. “Escape, your Majesty? From whom do you need to escape? Your Majesty, I will call the rest of the guards, and within moments we will have a strong force ready to protect you. Do not worry.”

“No, no, that is not necessary” the king interrupted. “Look, I don’t have much time to explain. All I can tell you is that I must escape from my palace.”

“I can tell you are surprised. I know exactly what you think; you probably imagine that the life of a king is wonderful. When I was a young prince, I also thought it would be wonderful to be king. I was looked forward to assume the role of king and lead my people. I felt sure that I could use my wealth and power to help the poor and needy, and to negotiate peace with all our neighbors. These are truly important matters, and I wanted to occupy myself with them. But lo and behold when I ascended to the throne, I discovered that the king’s day is filled with a lot of meaningless formalities.

Instead of negotiating peace among countries, I am kept busy keeping peace among my jealous advisors. The palace staff feels that every small detail regarding menus and protocols are more important than state matters. It is assumed that I must have a personal dresser and advisor, who constantly are concerned how I look, who I see and where I stand or sit. I cannot reach my subjects or do the important work I want to do.

“True, the food is delicious, and the grounds are beautiful. The furniture and decorations in the palace are pleasing to the eye, but there is an emptiness in my heart that just won’t let me enjoy them.” The king took a deep breath and sighed, “Please open the gates quietly and don’t make another sound so I can slip out into the darkness.”

“Your Majesty,” questioned the guard. “Who will run the kingdom? Without you on the throne there will be problems. Your Majesty, we all love you and trust you to run the affairs of the state.”

The king smiled, “You are an honourable guard, and I appreciate your loyalty. Don’t worry. I will be back. I am just going away for a short time. I must get away for just a few days. It is my chance to free myself from all these silly details and ponder over what my country really needs.”

Noting the concern still apparent in the watchman’s eyes, the king added, “I am touched by your dedication, my man. Take this purse full of gold coins and spend them well. This is my way of thanking you for keeping my secret. You are a faithful servant, and I know I can trust you.”

The Mystical Melody

“Yes, your Majesty. Thank you, Your Majesty,” was the response of the guard, as he quietly opened the gates. The king slipped out into the dark night.

Moments later in a clearing, the king reached into a hollow of one of the old trees and pulled out a bag of plain peasant’s clothing. The king quietly changed his clothes, and was almost unrecognizable.

The king ran through the darkness, sometimes tripping over the tree roots, but always quickly getting up, running farther and farther away from the palace. After many hours, the king stopped to rest, miles from his palace.

It was a cold and very uncomfortable night for the king, who slept on the bare ground of the forest. As the dawn broke, the king woke in a good mood even though his neck hurt, and his muscles were sore. He was not accustomed to the ways of the woods; yet, he was happy just to breathe the country air, to hear the birds singing and to be surrounded by the beauty of nature.

Here in the forest there were no advisors standing over him; no servants hovering to satisfy his requests or needs. The king was glad he successfully escaped from the palace. He took a few moments to enjoy the forest’s sights and sounds. The birds and small animals were also just rising, and everywhere was the excitement and anticipation that a new day brings.

His thoughts turned to the palace. “They are probably just waking up, and noticing that I am not in the palace. There must be quite a commotion. The guards are probably searching everywhere for me.” Sighing, he reminded himself that he was not yet where he wanted to be. He stood up, stretched, and began walking.

He continued to walk until finally he found himself in a beautiful valley. The grass was a deep, dark green, lush and tall. Flowers of all shades were scattered everywhere making the valley look like a giant rainbow. Here and there grew apple trees whose shade created lovely canopies, and whose fruit seemed as though it would melt in one’s mouth. A small stream trickled over the rocks at one end, and around it grew honeysuckle, filling the valley with a sweet perfume. The king was overcome by the beauty around him. He dropped to the ground, and like a little boy, rolled around and around in the grass. When he finally came to a stop, he lay there lazily, staring up at the deep blue sky and enjoying the view.

He watched the clouds drift across the sky and said, “This is truly a peaceful place. I have waited years for this—a chance to enjoy the beauty of nature alone and to think.” Soon, from the other end of the valley, he heard the sounds of sheep. “What a beautiful sight,” he said, watching at the hundreds of sheep walking aimlessly through the grass, grazing.

“Could there be anything more wonderful than this?” thought the king. Almost as an answer to his question, he heard a soft melody the shepherd played on his flute. “I hope he doesn’t see me,” thought the king, as he hid behind a tree and listened to the beautiful song that the shepherd was playing.

It was an enchanting melody. The king had never heard anything like it in all of his life. It seemed to have no beginning or end. It was a soulful tune, and as it echoed all across the valley, his body began to tremble with the beauty of the song. The melody touched the very core of his being.

The king was astonished. “It seemed that the shepherd wanted to ‘Sing to him, sing praises to him, and tell of all his wonderful works.’ (I Chronicles 16:9) Who could have written such beautiful music with such mystical depth and meaning? I want to listen to this melody forever,” he thought.

Every once in a while, the shepherd rested, and the king waited eagerly for another chance to hear the melody. Then it would start again, and again the king would tremble, shake and shiver. The majestic glory of the melody seemed to have been sent to him from heaven.

The king wanted to thank the shepherd for these moments of peace and rare pleasure, but he was afraid. “No one can know I am here,” he reminded himself and remained still.

Throughout the day, the shepherd played the haunting melody on his flute, and the king listened with rapture. As the sun slowly set, the shepherd put away his flute and herded the sheep out of the pasture.

That night the king slept a deep, restful sleep. He had not enjoyed such a sleep in many months. He heard the shepherd’s melody in his head as he slept. When he woke up, the king felt more rested than he had ever felt in his life.

The next morning, the shepherd returned and played the melody on his flute as he watched the sheep. The king decided, “I must learn this melody and take this song back with me to the palace. When I feel troubled with the pettiness of the palace, I will sing the melody. I will hum it to myself, and I will be instantly transported to the beauty of this valley. That will give me the patience to solve the many problems. I wish I could hold onto this peace forever.”

For three days the king spent his time in the valley in happiness, listening carefully to every note. As the sun set, he realized it was time to return to the palace and take charge of the kingdom’s affairs.

The king began his journey back to his palace and tried to hum the melody to himself. It was very difficult, but the king thought, “I will always remember it, the melody with no beginning and no end. And most of all, I’ll always feel the peace of the melody that came to me from heaven.”

Hours later, the king was back at the palace gates. Instantly, the commotion began. His servants were everywhere, the guards surrounded him, and everyone demanded his full attention. “Your Majesty, where were you? We were searching everywhere!”

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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