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Curing Tea

Posted on Thursday, 10, August, 2023 by Rabbi

The grandson of a holy rabbi suddenly fell ill and was in danger of dying. The young man’s family members were all beside themselves with worry and sadness. They rushed to the holy rabbi and told him, “Zadie (Grandfather), your grandson is very sick and growing weaker by the minute.” Shocked by the news, the holy rabbi locked himself into his study and began praying with all his strength, begging the Holy One, blessed be He, to please heal his grandson.

The sick boy’s condition grew worse. The family members became terribly upset and wanted to tell the holy rabbi what was happening, but they were afraid to disturb his prayers. At first, they couldn’t figure out what to do, but then they decided to send in the holy rabbi’s youngest grandson to disturb the holy rabbi with the bad news about the sad state of his grandson.

The young boy knocked on his grandfather’s door and was welcomed into his Zadie’s study. However, the boy didn’t deliver the bad news as he had been instructed. Instead, he told his grandfather this way: “Zadie, you should know that your other grandson is doing a lot better now. So please pray to our Heavenly Healer that he be granted a full and speedy recovery.”

Upon hearing this, the holy rabbi jumped straight out of his chair and also out of his gloomy mood. With a great smile on his face, the holy rabbi rushed to his cupboard, grabbed a box of tea leaves, a few cinnamon sticks, ginger, peppercorns, and a small jar of honey, and handed it to his young grandson. “Give the patient this tea,” he said. “Once he drinks it, everything will be all right.”

A few hours later, the patient was able to take a few sips of the tea, and the family noticed that, at last, color returned to his face. Ever so slowly, he began to improve. But his recovery was not steady, and a few days later, he suffered a setback. This time the adults in the family went straight to talk to the holy rabbi themselves. “Zadie, he’s gotten worse;’ they told him, their voices all very distressed. “He’s taken a step backward. Whatever can we do?”

The holy rabbi sat listening to them, shaking his head the whole time. “Listen.” he told them, “You shouldn’t have let me know like this. It would be best if you told me in a more joyful way. Heaven forbid this should ever happen again, if it does, please take a lesson from my youngest grandson. Instead of putting me in a place of hopelessness and melancholy, he made me feel hopeful about the situation. Because of him, I prayed to G-d with a lighter, more joyful heart, and therefore I was able to bring about a blessing that was both greater and faster.”

Black Tea

Curing Tea

Ingredients:

4 cups water2 cinnamon sticks2 tablespoons of loose black tea or 2 black tea bags4 cloves4 black peppercorns1-inch fresh ginger, thinly sliced1-2 Tablespoons Honey

Directions

In a medium-sized pot, bring the water to a boil.

Add the black tea bags or loose black tea to the boiling water.

Reduce the heat to low and add the ginger, cinnamon sticks, cardamom pods, cloves, and black peppercorns to the pot.

Simmer the mixture uncovered for 15-20 minutes to allow the flavors to infuse.

Turn off the heat and let the tea steep for 3-5 minutes

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Tale of Two Knights in the Desert

Posted on Wednesday, 26, October, 2022Sunday, 27, August, 2023 by Rabbi

A layer of sand shimmering like a sea of gold covered the desert floor for as far as the eye could see. The sky was bright blue. High above, the sun shined brightly, and the winds blew its hot breath across the desert.

A towering rock stabbed into the high noon sky. As the sun slowly moved across the horizon, it would begin to cast a shadow, resembling a giant sundial.

Those who knew this desert, called the rock “the Hour Hand of the Centuries.”

At the foot of the rock a cool spring of clear water mirrored the heaven, but the red sand at the bottom of the spring tinged the water the color of blood. The spring was known to desert wayfarers as “the Fountain of Blood and Sky.”

Missionaries spread the words of their faith to the desert winds and the winds blew forth armies to enforce the faith. It seemed the fire of faith burned bright and hot as the desert sun.

At this still moment of time there was peace in the desert, not a single footstep of man disturbed the sand.

From the desert haze, two figures appeared suddenly. From the west came a young rider his armour shined in the sun. His shield bearing the design of his family hung at his side and in his hand, he held a long lance.

Out of the east on foot came another man slender as a palm tree, wearing a dark blue head covering. His long dark brown hair cascaded out from under his head covering. He stopped and gazed at the knight who rode from the west.

Just then, the knight leveled his lance spurred his charger and road full gallop toward the stranger.

The horseless one, unafraid and unflinching cried out: “Oh knight! Is it customary for an armed knight to attack an unarmed wayfarer?”

The charging knight reigned his horse. Setting his lance down into the sand he dismounted and approached the young man. “Prithy tell, who art thou? From what people comest thou? To what noble order of knighthood dost thou belong?”

The young man looked into the blue eyes of the knight of the west and began: “I come from the people of Judah. I am a knight of the Creator of the World and the symbols of my order have survived for thousands of years. Surely your Crusading forbears had much to tell about the spirit and bravery of my fathers.”

Two Knights

“I have heard such tales of wonder and great feats,” said the knight

Our order continued the Knight of the Two Tablets of the Law, “flourishes in every corner of the world. Wherever men defend freedom and righteousness you will find us in the front lines of battle.”

“If thou art such stout warriors, why hast thou not taken back the Holy Land from which the Romans banished thee?”

“Have you ever wondered why the powerful Crusaders could not keep the Holy Land after they had taken it?” asked the Knight of the Two Tablets of the Law. “We believe that no one can possess the Holy Land until the coming of Messiah.”

There was silence. The red sun was setting in the west horizon and the shadow of the “Hour Hand of the Centuries” lengthened until it touched the horizon. The ‘Fountain of Blood and Sky’ no longer glistened red. The large moon silvered the stream and the two knights vanished into the distance.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Path to the Monster of the Woods

Posted on Friday, 27, March, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A young boy slowly hiked through the dark forest, the wind blew so cold it felt as though his very bones would freeze. Shadows of dancing tree limbs frightened the boy and the sounds of the night in the forest terrified him. The heavy rain and howling winds slammed into him, threatening to toss him off of the dirt path. The boy stumbled on, squinting through the dark to see the dim path ahead of him, wishing he was home, wishing he was anywhere but here.

The young boy set out on a journey to visit the Monster of the Woods. As he neared his destination, he became less and less aware of the rain and wind, their importance paling beside the fear welling up inside him. He grew up hearing tales about the Monster of the Woods, of his evilness, of the horrors that befall those who anger him. It’s madness to willingly go to him, but he have no choice. The young boy needed his help.

After what seemed like an eternity, the young boy came to a small clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a small shack, it was barely visible in the stormy night. Soaked to the bone with rain and exhaustion, the young boy slowly walked to the shack. As he got closer and closer, he started to hear the thump-thump-thumping of his heart, its steady beat carrying over the howling winds. The young boy begins to feel sick and his hands tremble with fear.

Then, almost without realizing it, he finds himself by the door.

He took a breath—a shaking, shuddering breath—and raised his hand to knock.

Monster of the Woods

The young boy knocked a few times, hard and loud, before he heard movement in the shack. There is the creaking of a chair, then the sound of something crashing to the ground, and then footsteps slowly approached the door. With a loud squeek, the door swings open.

The old Jewish man looked at the young boy, straining to see him through the rain and wind. He was bent and older than the forest, this Monster of the Woods, The young boy saw that the old man’s eyes were bright, cunning and shrewd, reflecting the evil of his race.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

The young man swallowed. He needed this Jewish man, need what he knew, but he was still afraid. His words tumble over each other, coming out wrong and confused. The young boy stammers, “Medicine. I need medicine. I mean, my father does. He’s sick, you see, and the doctors don’t know how to help him. And you do. That is, I heard that you know medicines—herbs and such? And that I can describe the illness to you and you can cure it? I have money, too. To pay. For the medicine.”

The old Jewish man looked at the young boy. “Well. You’d better come in, then.” He said as he invited the young boy into his very small home.

The young boy filled with fear realizes that he doesn’t want to enter the Monster’s house—a thousand stories detail the dangers to be met, but what could he do? He’s already walked into his house. Plus, the young boy was so cold he had forgotten what warm feels like, and in the corner of the shack he could see a fire.

He slowly took off his coat and laid it over a stool. The young boy hurried over to the fire, crouching low and letting out a satisfied sigh as its heat spreads over him. The old Jewish man walked over and handed him a cup of steaming tea, which the young boy slowly sipped.

Old Jewish man sat down on a stool across from the young boy and said, “So. Start from the beginning. Describe your father’s illness.”

The young boy gave as much information as he could, having made sure to memorize every detail of it. When he was done, the Jewish man looked at him strangely.

“You’re John, right? Paul’s son?”

The young boy feels a stab of terror pierce his heart. “What of it?” He responded as he slowly bent his knees, so could jump up if he had to run.

“What of it?” The old Jewish man shrugs. “Nothing. I remember you, is all. I used to live in the town, years ago. Before they realized the gold mine in their midst—before they realized that they could blame any vices they have on the ‘evil Jews’ and avoid having to take responsibility for their own actions. Anyway, back then, I used to see you around, sometimes. You’re taller now, but I recognize you.”

For the first time, the young boy’s fear overpowered his anger. “Oh, that’s clever. Pretending that you’re the victim. I know what you are; everyone does. You’re the Monster of the Woods.”

The old Jewish man smiled, an odd, sad grin, and for a moment the young boy caught a glimpse of an immeasurable grief and pain in that smile. “Ah, yes. How could I forget? I am the terrible Monster, tricking his visitors and stealing their wealth.” He spreads his arms wide. “Can you not see it—the gold and silver lining my walls? This beautiful throne of diamonds I sit on? Look how majestically I live. Yes, I must be a terrible bandit—a monster, indeed.”

With his anger growing, the young boy answered, “Well, of course you don’t show it. If you lived in splendor, you wouldn’t be able to rob people. You need to appear poor to get them off their guard. When I leave, I’m sure you’ll revert to your true form.”

The old Jewish man responded, “Ah, yes. That is clearly the most logical explanation.” He applauded, slowly. “Well done, John, son of Paul. You have seen to the heart of my nature.”

The young boy glared at him, angry at being mocked, was ready to argue. Before the young boy could speak, the old Jewish man wearily raised a hand, “No, don’t. I’m not interested in arguing with you.” He walked over to a trunk by the wall and started pulling out herbs. As he sorted through them, he speaks over his shoulder. “Do you know why they call me a monster? It’s not because I’m dangerous or particularly frightening. No, I’m a monster because I’m something far worse. I’m different.”

The old Jewish man handed the young boy a packet. “Here—the medicine for your father. I’ve included instructions as to how he should take them. If he follows them, he should heal fairly quickly.”

The young man took them wordlessly and stood to leave. As he reached the door, he turned back to face the old Jewish man and asked, “If it’s so hard for you, why don’t you be like everyone else?”

Walk the spiritual path

The Monster of the Woods smiled. “How was the trek on the way here?”

“Difficult. I could barely see the path, and the winds kept trying to blow me off the path into the woods.”

He nodded. “You could have just walked off into the forest. Abandoned the path, stopped struggling through the winds and given up. The trees would have sheltered you; you would have had no need for light without a path. But you didn’t. Because you’d never have found your way here without the path to guide you.

“I could give it up. Live in the forest, be comfortable in this world. But then I’d have to give up my path, my difficult path through the forest. And what would be the point, then? What’s the point of entering the forest if you won’t walk the right path?”

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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Part II The Right Approach – Finding the Solution

Posted on Thursday, 27, February, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

That night Akiva could hardly sleep. His mother came in to check on him several times and said, “Akiva, now stop with that contest. You know we have much work to do. You have not been taking care of your chores, and you know I can’t do everything by myself. Now go to sleep Akiva.”

When Akiva’s mother came to wake him the next morning, she found his bed empty. Akiva had left for the town square at the crack of dawn, not wanting to waste a minute of the contest’s final day.

“No harm in letting him try. He’ll soon learn that troubles and disappointment are a usual part of life,” she thought to herself with a sigh.

Akiva had more determination that day than anyone in the crowd. He stood there, hour after hour, gathering the courage for the moment when he would step forward and become one of the many who tried. He was sure he was to become the one who succeeded.

When there was only about an hour left in the day, Akiva realized that it was now or never. So many people had tried, and many had been badly hurt. He waited until one of the opponents had been cleared away from the floor badly bruised, and summoned up his courage.

He stepped forward, knowing with great confidence that his plan was very different than any other scheme he had watched for days now. Akiva smiled confidently and thought to himself,” No one has tried this yet. It has to be the answer.”

A hush came over the crowd. No one talked as they watched a boy, barely as high as the waist of the bodyguard, walk ever so slowly towards the bottle. The bodyguard himself, who had seen so many schemes in the past few day, stood there confused.

Remembering his obligation, the bodyguard stiffened, his muscles clenched like steel. He saw many tricks throughout each days and knew this too could be a scheme. He watched the boy with a piercing stare, until ten yards apart, the giant and the boy locked eyes.

Deep down inside, Akiva was shaking and shivering. But he was determined, and calmly returned a wide-eyed stare in the direction of the bodyguard. The townspeople watched with bated breath as Akiva continued walking slowly, until he stood in the long, wide shadow of the bodyguard.

It seemed as if the bodyguard himself let his guard down. He almost relaxed in the presence of the boy. The boy obviously had no weapons, or knives, no plots or schemes. The bodyguard looked over his opponent very carefully and decided that the boy was not even going to attack him.

Akiva knew it was his moment. He cleared his throat and began to speak to the bodyguard. The crowd inched forward, intent upon hearing what was being said. The bodyguard himself bent down to the boy so that he could hear.

Ben Sira 3:4 Treasure mother

Words tumbled off Akiva’s lips, “Dear Sir, I’m very afraid of you. I’ve stood here for a few days now watching you, and I would not dream of attacking you. I’m too scared. Please don’t hurt me. I’m not going to throw anything at you, and I have no weapons up my sleeve. All I would like to say is that my mother and I live alone in a very small house. The roof leaks when it rains, and we usually can’t afford firewood. It’s just the two of us, and she has to work day and night for us to afford food. I know that the gem that is inside of the container is more valuable than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. I could use it to support my mother and me, so we wouldn’t have to struggle anymore. My mother works much too hard, and she deserves a warm house and a few pretty things. And therefore, I would like to ask you, with all of my heart, could you please . . . .”

A tear ran down his cheek, and he started his sentence again, “Could you please open up the jug and reach inside? You are the only one in the kingdom who could open it. Could you please open up the jug, reach inside, take out the gem and please give it to me?”

A long, long silence followed, as the stunned crowd took in the boy’s request. People began to shout, “That is ridiculous. It’s preposterous. So many brave people have stepped forward, tried so many intelligent schemes, so many noble acts of courage; and now a young boy comes up to the bodyguard and says, Please can you open up the jug?’ That’s absurd!”

But a strange thing began to happen as a side of the man of steel revealed itself. Tears–at first only a few but then more and more–came rolling down his cheeks and fell onto his armor.

He kneeled down, took the young boy in his hands and kissed him on the forehead. Then he took the boy’s hand into his own, and the two of them walked together towards the jug. All of the people of the town watched spellbound as the great, strong bodyguard of the king took the jug in his hands and began to twist with all of his might.

Moments later, the lid came off of the jug. The bodyguard reached deep inside the container and pulled out the most spectacular gem that anyone had ever seen. With a smile of satisfaction, he put the gem inside of the boy’s hand.

So many people approach everyday challenges with plans, schemes, tricks and raw force. They look for complicated solutions when in truth the answer is quite simple. Just communicating with another can change the situation. Sometimes the best way to get what one needs is to stand before the Holy One, blessed be He and sincerely ask — not fight, not scheme, not plan, but just ask for your needs from your heart. Believe it or not, as mystical and impossible as it seems, the Holy One Blessed be He hears the sincere words of prayer; and they penetrate the highest of places and He listens. All you have to do is ask with all of your heart.

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)

Rachmiel Tobesman is a motivational speaker and Maggid (spiritual Storyteller). He is available for speaking engagements or storytelling, Click here to contact us

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Filling the Little Opening

Posted on Monday, 4, November, 2019Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Yosef was a successful business man. He had a very fine home, a beautiful wife and a great fortune. Life was good and he gave a lot to charity.

It is said, “The world is like a water-wheel the buckets ascend full and descend empty. Who is rich today may not be so tomorrow.” (Exodus Rabbah 31:14)

oon the clouds of misfortune gathered and Yosef lost his business, fortune, wife, and his fine home. Throughout his hardship he held strongly onto his faith — the only thing he had left.

Filling the Little Opening

One day he stopped to watch some men doing stonework on a synagogue. One of them was working hard chiseling a triangular piece of stone. “What are you going to do with that?” asked Yosef. The workman said, “See that little opening away up there near the top of the menorah? Well, I’m shaping this down here, so it will fit in up there.”

Tears filled the eyes of Yosef as he walked away, for it seemed that the Holy One, blessed be He had spoken through the workman to explain his trouble through which he was passing, “I’m shaping you down here, so you’ll fit in up there.

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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The Bear, the Lamb and Faith – A Tale from Aleppo

Posted on Friday, 1, March, 2019Friday, 21, June, 2024 by Rabbi

Come remember the ancient words, “It is better to take refuge in the L-rd than to put confidence in mortals” (Psalm 118:8), and listen to a story of how we need to trust in the Holy One, blessed be He.

There was once a man named Moussa who worked very hard digging ditches. Each day at work, he saw a shepherd bring his sheep to graze in a nearby field. Moussa noticed something strange, each day one lamb would wander off by itself and never return.

Where do these lambs go and what happened to them? he wondered.

The next day when a lamb wandered off, he went and followed it deeper into the forest. He saw the lamb walk toward a cave and enter. Inside the cave sat an old sick bear that could hardly move. The lamb came up to the bear’s paws, and the bear ate it for his meal.

I understand what must be happening, thought Moussa. The Holy One, Blessed be He wants this old bear to stay alive. Every day, He sends a lamb to the bear to be eaten.

All day Moussa thought about this. If the Holy One, Blessed be He can take care of this bear and keep it fed, surely, if I fully trust in Him, He will also take care of me.

The next morning, instead of going to work, Moussa went to the beit midrash (House of Study) and studied holy books the entire day. Later, he came home with no money, but explained the story of the bear to his wife. “Are you crazy?” she yelled. “We will all starve.”

“Do not fear,” Moussa calmly replied. “He Who takes care of and feeds the bear can also take care of us.”

The next morning, she went to their rabbi and told him her problem. The rabbi went and tried to reason with Moussa, but could not succeed.

The rabbi returned to Moussa’s wife and said, “I will tell you what you now must do. Go and sell all your husband’s tools, and use that money to feed your family.”

She went to a local merchant and sold the tools and even Moussa’s trusted donkey that had accompanied him back and forth from the forest every day. The merchant paid very little as he convinced the woman that the tools and the donkey were not worth much.

The merchant quickly took his new donkey to the path that led through the forest. While walking, he saw something hidden in a crevice next to a tree. He began digging and found a chest filled with gold. What luck, the greedy merchant thought.

On his way home, an old branch collapsed, and hit the merchant on his head, instantly killing him. The donkey, only knowing one direction to walk, continued on his way until he reached his old master’s house. Moussa and his wife saw the donkey, and stared with amazement at the treasure sitting on its back. “Do you now see!” said Moussa. “I told you. He who takes care of and feeds the bear can also take care of us.”

It is better to take refuge in the L-rd than to put confidence in mortals. (Psalm 118:8)

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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ST22 The Right Medicine

Posted on Wednesday, 28, November, 2018Sunday, 23, July, 2023 by Rabbi

Listen to the short story

The Right Medicine

About a sick merchant and his doctor learn there is no stronger prescription than hope and faith

 

Right Medicine
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The Right Medicine – Doctor or Faith

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ST9 The Peat Digger

Posted on Wednesday, 29, August, 2018Sunday, 30, July, 2023 by Rabbi

A poor peat digger discovers a precious treasure but must travel to a faraway place to realize its true value. Is he destined to keep the treasure?

Peat Digger

Listen to this short story of hope, faith and blessings to find out about the peat digger’s treasure.

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ST2 The Rich Man, His Gold and Hope

Posted on Wednesday, 11, July, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Listen to a short story – The Rich Man, His Gold and Hope –  about a man who wanted only to Thelp someone, but lost his own faith and despaired of this world until he met a beggar.

Gold

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The Palace and the Pigeons

Posted on Sunday, 4, February, 2018Wednesday, 21, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Once there was a king who was loved by all the people in his kingdom. There was peace and the people lived well. Then one terrible day the dark skies and fury of war came to the kingdom, even to the capital city. The palace was destroyed and ransacked by enemies.

The king walked through the ruins of the palace. For the wood and stone of the palace he had no tears. But for the loss of the crown jewels and family heirlooms, passed down for many generations, there was no way to comfort the king.

The king gathered his wise men, but not any of them could offer advice to comfort the king. The jewels were scattered to the farthest points of the kingdom and to many other lands. The most precious of jewels and family heirlooms were taken across the seas to the farthest reaches of the world. Now the king’s daughter was very dear to him. In her wisdom she set about to gather all that was lost to the king.

So the king and his daughter gathered and trained pigeons to return to the palace, to recognize the crown jewels and carry them back on their journey. Each day they would release the pigeons in the vast fields surrounding the palace, and some would discover the jewels and family heirlooms scattered about and return them to their home. The king was glad and smiled at his daughter.

Then the king’s daughter sent them further away, and again they returned, carrying a few more of the precious things that her father had lost. As far away as they were sent, the pigeons quickly returned.


Pidgeon Stories

Now the most valuable jewels, those in the most distant lands and most hidden places had not yet been recovered. The pigeons did not venture far enough to find them—they were too eager to return home.

The king’s daughter knew what must be done, but she could not tell her father, for it was too hard, too dangerous, too awful. The king looked into her eyes and he knew. He destroyed his palace once again, leveling it to the ground, removing its every trace. When the pigeons attempted to return, they found nothing. Just an empty pasture with scattered stones and smoldering wood. They were hungry for their food and sick for their home.

Until the most adventurous of the pigeons traveled to the farthest lands and found other palaces, did they find hidden the king’s most precious jewels, They gathered them and polished them and kept them in their wings. And at night they cried, for they knew this was not their home.

They patiently wait for the day they can return to their beloved home.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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