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In this week's section we learn
how Issac dug wells and called them names; 'Asek' , 'Sitna', and 'Rechovot'.
('Strife, Opposition, Wideness)
The Torah is a book of teaching,
every detail is important. On the other hand these facts seem to be
the opposite. These wells not only do not exist any more; no one even
knows where they used to be! And who cares what there names were?
What is the Torah teaching us here?
To understand this here is a very
strange story.
Judaism depends on people. The
Torah tells us of Abraham, Moses, Elijah and other such 'Tzadikim'
whose only purpose was to serve the Creator and help others do the
same.
Such a person was the Baal Shem Tov (Besh't for short). Some three
hundred years ago his name spread throughout Europe as one who was
willing to do anything, even miracles like Elijah and Moses, in order
to help others... especially Jews.
One evening a middle-aged couple
came with a desperate request; they wanted a child. Despite their
prayers, good deeds and various remedies and treatments they had no
children.
The Baal Shem Tov closed his eyes,
put his face into his hands, lowered his head to the desk before him
and his consciousness soared to the spiritual realms.
Moments later he sat upright,
looked at them sadly and said, "There is nothing I can do! Continue
praying, continue your good deeds. May G-d have mercy. But it is out
of my hands."
The woman burst into bitter crying,
her husband turned his face aside and wept silently, his body shaking.
"No, NO!!" She turned
back to the Besh't and screamed. "I won't believe it! You CAN
help!! I know that when a Tzadik decrees G-d must fulfill. I want
a CHILD!!" Her cry pierced the walls and broke the Besht's heart.
He lowered his head again for
five long minutes then looked up and said. "Next year you will
have a child."
The couple was speechless. The
man began trembling, took the Besht's hand and kissed it as his wife
showered thanks and blessings. They backed out the door, bowing, weeping
and praising HaShem and His servant the Besh't.
Sure enough two months later she
was pregnant and nine months thereafter it was a beautiful boy!
The couple's joy increased day
by day as the child grew. The baby was beautiful! His eyes sparkled
with life and his every smile filled their lives with warmth and happiness.
At the age of one it was obvious he was something special; he was
already walking and talking and as he approached the age of two they
began looking for a tutor to begin teaching him Torah! They planned
to take him to the Baal Shem Tov for a blessing; they would show him
what his blessing brought.
But on the morning of his second
birthday the child didn't wake up.
The neighbors came running when
they heard the screams, but nothing could be done. As miraculously
as the boy had come, so he mysteriously and tragically departed this
world!
The funeral was enough to make
the heavens cry and after the week of mourning they returned to the
Baal Shem Tov to inform him of the tragedy.
But the Baal Shem Tov understood
better then they could possibly have imagined. He asked them to be
seated and began.
"Your child contained the
soul of a great Tzaddik that made a huge sacrifice to save thousands
of people, but needed you to become rectified. Let me explain.
"That day you arrived here
I looked into the heavens and saw that as it was it was impossible
for you to have children, but when I heard your scream I knew there
might be hope.
"The story goes like this.
Several hundred years ago lived a certain King that was childless.
He was a kind and wise man and his subjects loved and respected him
but he so desperately wanted a son to carry on the lineage that he
was willing to do anything.
"When one of his advisors
suggested that the reason he was childless was because his Jewish
subjects didn't pray for him sincerely and the only way to make them
do that was to oppress them, he jumped at the suggestion.
"The next day he issued a
public proclamation stating that if his wife did not become pregnant
in the next three months all the Jews would be expelled penniless
from his kingdom; which would mean sure doom for all of them. And
sure enough the Jews began to pray with all their might.
"Their cries pierced the
heavens and G-d responded by asking the souls in the upper realms
for a volunteer to descend. Finally one very holy one agreed.
"Sure enough, a month later
the queen became pregnant and soon gave birth to a beautiful boy.
The king was overjoyed! He publicly apologized to the Jews and showered
them with presents and favors.
"As he watched the boy grow
he was overjoyed. At the age of two he could read and write and when
he was five he had surpassed all his teachers and absorbed all they
had to teach! And before long a priest who was known as a master teacher,
was brought from afar to teach the child.
"This new priest was of a
different caliber altogether. It seemed that he had mastered every
form of wisdom in the world and his very being radiated a thirst for
knowledge.
"The young prince couldn't
get enough of him. He became attached to him more than even to his
own father the king. He spent every moment of the day and most of
the night with him absorbing more and more; and as much as he absorbed
the more he desired.
"But the priest needed his
times of privacy. ;He had an agreement with the king that two hours
of the day he would lock himself in his room and no one, not even
the King himself, was allowed to enter or disturb him in any way.
It was on this condition that he accepted the job.
"But, needless to say, the
prince was curious. True it was an agreement and his father would
be mad at him for breaking it but he felt he had to learn! Everything!!
"One day when the priest
was on his way to his room, the prince got there first and hid under
the bed hoping he wouldn't get caught. The priest entered the room,
locked the door securely behind him, checked the room for intruders
and somehow didn't notice the prince peeking at him as he proceeded
in his strange daily ritual.
"First he removed all the
crosses from the walls and from around his neck, put them in a box
and put the box outside his window. Then he took out a large white
woolen shawl with strings at the corners, wrapped it completely around
his head and trunk and began weeping like a baby.
"Then he took out two small
black boxes with long black straps attached to them, tied one to his
left upper arm and the other above the middle of his forehead. After
that he began to pray; swaying, singing and crying for over an hour.
And finally he took out a large Hebrew text and began reading from
it in a stifled voice swaying back and forth all the time.
"The little prince was so
interested with what he saw that he forgot himself and suddenly
.
Sneezed! The priest was terrified. He jumped from his chair, hurriedly
removed the black boxes and shawl, stuffed them in a drawer and looked
under the bed. When he saw the boy he begged him not to reveal what
he saw! If the king found out he would certainly be beheaded!
"But the prince's curiosity
had been aroused. He swore that he would never tell only if the priest
would explain what he had just done and teach him how to do it.
"So the priest had no choice
but to reveal that he really was a Jew doing was what Jews have been
doing for thousands of years; commandments, praying and learning Torah.
He had become a priest under threat of death.
"For two more years they
learned Torah together until the boy announced that he wanted to convert
to Judaism. His desire became so strong that they made up a story
about going to Rome to learn and instead ran to another country where
the boy converted and never returned to the castle again.
"The prince became a great
and famous Rabbi but when he died many years later his soul (which
if you remember had been the soul of a great Tzadik) could not ascend
to where it had been before; the non-kosher food he had eaten in his
years as a prince had sullied it.
"That two years that he was
by you was all that he needed to purify himself again. In fact now
that soul is even higher than before.
"But even more" concluded
the Besh't. "The pain and suffering you have just borne has opened
for you both a new channel for blessing. Your future has been changed
and, G-d willing, you will now have many children of your own."
This is the meaning of Issac and
his wells. The Jewish soul is liked to a well of living water. Just
as living water has special purifying powers (Rambam, Hil. Mikvaot
9:8) only when it pushes up through the earth, so the soul can only
realize its potential by pushing up through a physical body in this
physical world.
But sometimes the soul cannot
overcome the obstacles in one lifetime and must go through several
until it fulfills its true purpose in purifying the world. As the
Baal Shem Tov did in our story.
This is what is being hinted at
in our Torah portion. Issac is the father of all Tzadikim. His digging
and re-digging of wells gave power to all Tzadikim after him to purify
the world by bringing souls to their true purpose even through 'Strife'
and 'Opposition' until attaining 'Wideness' which hints in a big way
at Moshiach.
Moshiach will bring the ultimate
wideness and the true culmination of the purpose of all the Jewish
souls.
That is why Moshiach (and only
he) will rebuild the Temple and bring all the Jews to Israel; because
only in the Temple and the Land of Israel can all the commandments
be fulfilled ....and the Jewish souls cannot be complete without the
commandments.
But the as the Lubavitcher Rebbe
said time and time again: Moshiach is HERE, all we have to do is open
our eyes and do all we can to bring
..
Moshiach NOW!!
Rabbi Tuvia Bolton
Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim
Kfar Chabad, Israel
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This week we learn of the battle
between Esav and Jacob.
The word Torah means "teaching",
positive teaching.
What positive lesson is the Torah
teaching us here? What is the point of telling us that twin brothers,
the sons of the holy patriarch of Judaism Isaac, couldn't get along?
If they couldn't co-exist what chance have we got?
Also, in the end of the portion
why did Isaac announce he would bless only one of them, Esav? Why couldn't
he just bless both of them equally and put an end to the quibbling?
To understand this here is a story.
The rain was falling and the Rabbis
wanted to get home.
"HALLO!!" one of them
who knew a bit of Spanish yelled at the gentile guard sitting in his
little booth on the side; "Que Pasa?" Que Pasa el Porta?"
But it didn't help, the guard refused to open up.
The scene is a slaughtering house
in Argentina. The bearded Jews were all Shochatim ('Sho/cha/tim); religious
Jews trained in all the details of 'ritual' slaughtering.
They had come from all over the
world, about fifty of them, to work here for a few months, earn enough
money to support their families and return to their homes.
The work was hard, with long hours
and the slaughterhouse was a good half-hour drive from town and they
were tired. But . "Hey open the door already!!" one of them
pounded on the gate. "Open!"
"No no!" the guard yelled
back, followed by something in Spanish.
"He says he won't open the
door till everyone is here" the Spanish-speaking shochet explained,
"He says someone is missing and he's not opening till he's here."
"NO one is missing!!! He's
probably drunk. Just tell him to open up!!" shouted one of the
men. "He's making us crazy!! Open up already!!"
But the guard wouldn't budge.
"Listen" someone said,
"either we force him to open the door or we make a count and see
if he's right" and sure enough.. One man was missing!
NO one could figure how it happened,
but they counted again and Zalman the Chabad Chassid wasn't there. Zalman
was a quiet fellow so they didn't notice his absence, how the guard
noticed no one could figure out, but now besides wanting to go home
they began to get worried about their colleague. They went back to the
factory to find him.
They searched and searched for a
half and hour to no avail. He had disappeared into thin air.
"Hey! Maybe he didn't come
today", one of them suggested. "No, he was on my shift,"
said another. "I even talked to him today. But where is he?"
They looked in the offices, in the
kitchen, in the restrooms, maybe he fell asleep. Until someone yelled
out, "I found him! Here he is! Call an ambulance! Come quick!!
Help!! Help!!!"
It seems that Zalman had entered
one of the huge freezer rooms and while he was deep inside someone closed
the door and turned off the lights. Maybe Zalman had become confused,
or perhaps he tripped in the darkness, but in any case when they found
him he was laying unconscious on the floor almost frozen to death.
They pulled him out, covered him
with blankets and began rubbing his body, and by the time the ambulance
arrived he was already on his feet, drinking hot soup and ready to go
home. It was nothing short of a miracle.
When they all returned to the gate
the guard smiled, pressed the button that opened the door and everyone
filed past shaking his.
No one knew Spanish well enough
to explain to him what happened but when it came Zalman's turn he gave
him a big hug, looked him in the eyes and said "Amigo."
But there still remained a few mysteries.
First, how did the guard notice one Jew from fifty was missing? After
all, they all looked and even dressed pretty much alike. Was he some
sort of genius?
The shochet that knew Spanish went
back to ask him and several minutes later returned with the explanation.
"The guard said that he has
no idea which one Zalman is. Just that every morning when we arrived
and everyone would file past him, the only one that would say 'hello'
to him was Zalman. Then when we finished every day the same Zalman was
the only one that would say goodbye to him on the way out!
"So today he remembered that
he had heard a 'good morning' but no "good bye' so it wasn't hard
for him to figure out that someone was missing! Zalman's greetings saved
his life.
But that wasn't the end of it. They
had another question. Zalman was probably the most introverted of the
entire crowd!
"Of all people, why was it
you that always said hello?" they asked him.
"I'll tell you why" Zalman
answered. "Did you ever see the Lubavitcher Rebbe giving out dollars,
(for several years thousands of people of all types would file by the
Rebbe every Sunday morning and he would bless and give each a dollar
to give to charity) or saying "Lechiam" to thousands of Chassidim,
one by one? Well I did and it really impressed me.
I thought to myself, if such a great
person as the Rebbe can give so much time and attention to everyone,
I should at least be able to say hello to people.
So I decided that even though it's
completely against my nature, I'm going to do it. And it saved my life.
This answers our questions.
The Chassidic classic "Tanya"
(chapt. 9) compares Jacob and Esav to two opposite drives present in
every Jew (and to some degree in every person). One is called the Natural
Soul and the other the G-dly (or Jewish) soul.
The Torah is telling us that just
as these two brothers fought each other even in their mother's womb
so these two souls fight constantly within each of us for control, and
only ONE can win.
Just like Zalman in our story. His
selfish nature was to be quiet, but he felt it his G-dly task to be
friendly. And because the latter was victorious his life was saved..from
freezing. (The natural soul strives to cool us off and make us frozen
to anything that deals with Torah and Judaism).
The reason Issac wanted to bless
Esav, however is much deeper.
The Talmud (Shabbos 89b) states
that the future redemption will come only in Issac's merit and in books
of Chassidut (see Torah Ohr, Toldos) it explains why. Isaac dug wells.
He revealed water where there was none; transforming deserts and wastelands
to fertile oases.
So the Moshiach will transform even
the evil people to serve only the Creator and accept His commandments
(as we say thrice daily in the prayer 'Alenu').
That is why Issac wanted to bless
Esav. He thought the time had come for redemption and that even the
evil could be transformed. But Jacob knew better. He foresaw that it
would have to wait.
But now the time has arrived. The
Lubavitcher Rebbe announced that the world is ready for transformation.
Now the gentiles are ready to hear about the seven Noahide commandments
and admit the eternal truth of the Torah. And now it is easier than
ever to transform our natural desires to G-dly ones. And soon even the
evil forces of destruction will be transformed to serve the Creator
and improve His creation.
That is the eternal message of our
section; today we can succeed in doing what Isaac
began some four thousand years ago and bring...
Moshiach NOW!!
Rabbi Tuvia Bolton
Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim
Kfar Chabad Israel
Torah Online Site: http://www.ohrtmimim.org/torah
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This week we read about how the
blind and aged Patriarch Yitzchak almost made a big mistake and blessed
his evil son Aisav, and how his righteous son Yaakov had to resort to
deception to save the day.
Why does the Torah tell us this
embarrassing story? Yitzchak was supposed to be a perfect Tzadik, certainly
he did not need physical eyes to see through wicked Aisav's tricks.
How could he have made such a mistake as to want to bless him?
To understand this here is another
story.
Just at the turn of the century
there were big troubles brewing for all the Jews in Czarist Russia.
Caused by Jews themselves.
For over three thousand years, through
impossible obstacles and against all odds, Jews, all Jews, had observed
the Torah. The very idea of a completely non-observant Jew was almost
unheard of.
Until the age of "enlightenment"
in the early 1700s. Suddenly a spirit of reason began lifting Europe
from the dark ages of Church oppression and certain Jews decided to
use it to remove the G-dly wisdom and morality of the Torah as well.
These maskilim (enlightened, or
"rational" Jews as they called themselves) had presented the
Minister of the Interior, a wicked man called Stolipin, with a proposition
that all Rabbis be forced to acquire a thorough secular education before
getting permission to lead a congregation. Their plan was to deprive
the Jews of true Jewish leadership and then take over. The Czar, being
a devoutly Russian Orthodox Catholic, would be delighted because it
would make the Jews susceptible to conversion. The minister was sure
to sign because he was a rabid anti-Semite. And the maskilim would rejoice
in "freeing" their Jewish brothers, as they had freed themselves,
from the limits of Jewish identity and G-d-ordained morality.
The fifth Rebbe of Chabad Rebbe
Shalom Dovber Shneerson heard of the danger, and quickly took desperate
action. He called his only son Yosef Yitzchak (nicknamed the Rebbe Rayyat'z)
who at that time was a young man in his early twenties, and gave him
the mission of annulling this decree.
"How important is it?"
his son asked, "How much should I sacrifice?"
His father looked him deeply in
the eyes and said, "Even if it means risking your life."
The next day the Rebbe Rayyat'z
was on his way to St. Petersburg where the minister's office was found.
He didn't really have a plan but he hoped that another person who lived
there could help. His name was
Baron Ginsburg a fabulously wealthy nobleman whose mansion covered a
full city block and who was very sympathetic to all Jewish causes.
The Baron received him warmly, invited
him in, and they spoke for a long while. He was truly impressed by the
young Rabbi's earnestness and deepness of thought, but had to apologetically
admit that he couldn't help him. He had absolutely no influence on the
Minister.
But suddenly he announced that he
had an idea.
He told the Rebbe to put on his
coat, and together they walked through the snowy streets of the city.
A few minutes later they were sitting in the large warm study of an
elderly professor that, as the Baron explained as they were walking,
had been the Minister's private tutor years ago.
The Baron told the professor that
he had brought him a very interesting person, and the conversation that
developed truly proved to be lively and colorful.
Over an hour later as they stood
up to leave, the professor thanked the Baron profusely then turned to
Rebbe, warmly took his hand and almost begged, "Please, do come
back tomorrow. I enjoyed our talk so immensely! I'm an old man and our
conversation made me feel young and alive again! I feel that we have
so much more to discuss. Please promise me that you will return."
The Rebbe returned the next day
and then again the next, each time discussing deeper and more interesting
topics. But he had trouble steering the topic to his problem. Then suddenly
in the middle of the conversation of the third day he could hold out
no longer and burst into bitter tears.
The professor looked at him wide-eyed,
waited for him to stop crying and asked what was wrong. The Rebbe apologized
for his outburst and explained everything.
"I would like to help you,
believe me I would" said the professor. "You are a truly fine
young man. But I'm afraid that I can't. Stolipin is a hard man. I know
him very well. He is very intelligent and was an excellent pupil, but
he is ruthless and stubborn. And worst of all for you, he hates Jews.
The truth is, he hates anyone else that is not exactly like himself,
but he especially hates your people."
The professor thought for a few
moments, disappeared into another room, and in a few minutes returned
with an official looking card.
"This is an honorary pass to
enter the ministry" he held up the card so the Rebbe could see
it. "Stolipin gave it to me as a sign of gratitude. I can come
and go as I like. Believe me I never even used it. Here, take it. You
see it has no name on it. But just one thing." The professor paused
and looked at the Rebbe intensely before he let go of the card, "If,
G-d forbid, they catch you, do not say you got it from me. May G-d bless
you."
The Rebbe took the pass, shook the
professor's hand warmly thanking him profusely, and headed directly
for the ministry building.
The building was immense and ominous,
but the Rebbe thought only of his father's words as he approached. He
had to succeed. He walked up to the stone-faced guards standing threateningly
before the massive door. They instinctively put their hands on their
sword handles. If they saw through his trick it would mean death on
the spot. But before they opened their mouths he produced the professor's
pass
They looked at the pass, then at
him, then at the pass again. Without uttering a word opened the door
and the Rebbe strode in.
As the door closed behind him, he
walked down the wide, silent, high-ceiling corridor with sure steps,
and head held high as though he was the highest of officials glancing
from door to door, and miraculously attracting no attention from the
occasional officials that passed him by.
Not finding what he wanted on the
first floor he walked up the marble staircase to the next floor, and
as he arrived he noticed someone exit his room and slam the door behind
him. "That must be him," he said to himself. He waited till
the man disappeared down the steps at the other end of the corridor
and then walked to the room he had just left. Sure enough it was his.
The Rebbe turned the knob and entered. There was no one there.
He closed the door behind him, walked
quickly to the large desk that stood in the middle of the room and saw
that on it were two, neatly stacked piles of papers, one marked "For
Inspection" and the other "Inspected".
He had no time to waste. He began
with the "For Inspection" pile trying to remove each document
calmly without disturbing anything, and....There it was! The request
of the maskilim! It was a miracle!! Thank G-d!!
On the table were several rubber
stamps. The Rebbe quickly picked up one which read, "Approved".
He put it down and picked up the one next to it "Not Approved".
He patted it on the inkpad that was there, removed the request from
the pile, quietly but firmly stamped it and slipped it into the middle
of the "inspected" stack. He gave a last look to see that
everything was as he found it, and swiftly but silently left the room,
gently closing the door behind him with another thanks to G-d on his
lips.
The Maskilim had no idea why their
proposition had been rejected.
This answers our questions.
Like our forefather Yitzchak who
dug wells in the desert, the Rebbe ReshaB wrote some of the deepest
books in Chassidut Chabad. He was able to dig deeply into the secrets
of the Torah and reveal the living waters. But, also like Yitzchak,
such an intense approach cannot work in all situations. That is why
the Rebbe sent his son, and why Yitzchak erred regarding Aisav.
Yitzchak knew that Aisav was a sinner,
but he believed that he could redeem him; he would uncover his hidden
goodness by just blessing him, something like digging a well in the
arid desert.
But he was mistaken. He had no way
of knowing that Aisav's was a different type of concealment of good,
one that only Yaakov could deal with; the concealment caused by Jews
themselves.
The Jews are the "Chosen"
people; The spiritual (and consequently the physical) fate of the world
is in their hands. If they don't fulfill their awesome job of being
G-d's representatives, the result is catastrophic (like today) and the
world becomes an evil, confusing place, filled with suffering.
That is why Adam, the first man,
is buried together with the Forefathers. Because it is their job, and
the job they inherited to all the Jews after them (that is why they
are called our Forefathers), to elevate the world that Adam defiled.
In other words, to bring redemption, and every time anyone sins, especially
a Jew, it makes the job all the more difficult.
But they also inherited to us their
unique abilities to succeed; Avraham contributed love, Yitzchak - power,
and Yaakov balance and farsightedness.
Therefore all three were necessary.
Abraham couldn't do it alone, he was too kind (and therefore Yismaeil,
as it is explained in Kaballa, was one of his offspring). Yitzchak alone
was too intense (hence, Aisav).
But Yaakov was "Complete"
(Tam) and therefore his offspring, all the tribes, were complete (Mitaso
Shalema). Only through his balanced attitude, balancing and utilizing
the love and power of his predecessors while always having the true
goal of Moshiach in sight, could he begin the process of fixing Aisov
i.e. getting us out of exile. And that is what Yaakov began here in
this week's section; laying the seeds and setting the pattern for thousands
of years of Jewish effort to finally bring Moshiach.
Very soon we will all see what Yaakov
meant when he later says to Aisov (see Rashi 33:14).
"I will fix you up in the days
of the Messiah as it says (Ovadia 1:24) "The redeemed will arrive
at the Mountain of Tzion and judge the Mountian of Aisov""
with the arrival of.... Moshiach NOW!
Rabbi Tuvia Bolton
Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim
Kfar Chabad Israel
Torah Online Site: http://www.ohrtmimim.org/torah
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This weeks section tells of
how Yaakov cheated his brother out of their
fathers blessings.
Except for teaching us how important
the blessings of a Tzadik are (even the wicked Aisov wanted them) it
doesnt seem to put Yaakov Our Father in a very positive
light.
Why was Yaakov fighting for these
blessings? Obviously the blessings were for physical things, Aisav wouldnt
have desired them otherwise, Yaakov should have been interested only
in more spiritual, heavenly things. (And if you say that he wasnt
fighting for himself but rather against the evil
Aisav, then why didnt he rely on G-d and play fair
. why
did he have to
cheat?).
Also, why didnt Yitzchak understand
that Aisav was evil?
And finally, why didnt G-d
help Yaakov in a more straightforward way, like having Aisav die or
miraculously repent? Why did Yaakov have to resort to trickery?
I would like to answer this with a story.
It was a beautiful autumn day in
the Ukraine. The open fields were in
blossom, the warm sun was illuminating the distant mountains, the winter
was still weeks away, and the weather was perfect for a stroll or a
picnic.
But Shlomo the innkeeper was preparing
to die.
Tomorrow night they would take him
out of his one-man dungeon and hundreds of drunken barbarians would
stab him to death when he fell down in the Dance of the Bears.
He was so sick and depressed he
wished it were over right now, that he would just die in his sleep tonight.
Oy, Hashem he whispered to himself Please do something,
please help me!
For almost a year, since he had
been thrown into the pit for not paying his
rent, hed been saying the same prayer in a hundred different variations,
but now he understood that it must be that G-d wants another martyr.
He thought about his wife and six
children, what would become of them? And he began crying again for the
thousandth time. Oy! Rebono-Shel-Olom, help me!! Ratavet! (Save
me) Have mercy! But the only reply he heard were the crickets
outside and the drunken guard singing near the hole above him in the
still night.
They will come down to get
me tomorrow night from that hole. He thought to himself and he
shuddered from cold fear, huddled up on his straw and tried to close
his eyes.
Maybe he slept, suddenly he heard
someone open the lock above him, slide away the bars covering the hole,
throw down the rope ladder and begin to descend. He noticed that the
singing had stopped, and his eyes were glued to the man descending.
Gevalt!!! It was a Jew! Maybe it
was an angel! It was an old Jew, maybe
sixty, maybe ninety years old, with a long white beard and a shining
face
climbing down the ladder!
When he had finally descended he
brushed himself off saying, Dont worry, the guard is good
and drunk! I told him it was my birthday and wanted to drink with him,
after two bottles and all the singing and dancing he did, he ll
sleep soundly for a while. Shlomos heart was pounding with
excitement, he recognized the old man! It was none other than the great
Tzadik, the Shpola Zaide (Grandpa of Shpola).
They say that this holy man received
a blessing from the Baal Shem Tov when he was just days old for warmth
and enthusiasm in serving G-d and to be A Grandfather (Zaide)
in Israel. From then on he was called Zaide and was
renowned for his wisdom and Joy.
He was also famous for his dancing
and sometimes on Motze Shabbos (Saturday night) he would call the musicians
and dance for hours. (Some said that with each step and graceful turn
he was really fighting spiritual battles and fixing unseen problems,
all according to deep Kabalistic secrets.)
Now, continued the Tzadik
to poor Shlomo Ive come here tonight to come to teach you
how to dance. Tomorrow night they will take you out, dress you in a
bearskin and force you to dance in a contest against a strong Cossack.
Whoever doesnt perform gets jabbed with pins, and whoever falls,
dies. I tried to collect money to get you out, but there is no money,
as you well know.
Your only chance is to be brave,
and dance as well as you can. You have to try or you are lost, and Im
here to help you. If you run away they will just take another Jew or
maybe even more, in your place. So lets begin, dont worry
I can teach you, you will win, DONT WORRY. But poor Shlomo
was so weak and sick that try as he would, he could barely move his
feet. And after a futile half-hour the Tzadik realized that he had to
think fast. Nu, Shlomo. Put on my coat! Good! Now take this money,
climb up the ladder and run home! Take your family to Shpole the people
there will care for you. Go!!! Go home!! Just remember, when you climb
out of the hole, pull up the ladder and, oh yes, here is the key, pull
the bars back over the hole, lock the lock and put the key in the guards
pocket, and RUN!!!
The bewildered man did as he was
told and in minutes the Tzadik was alone.
Twenty-four hours later, the next
night at midnight, he was lifted out of
the pit, dressed in a bearskin and lead to a macabre, torch-lit, makeshift
arena. There, facing him was a huge Cossack also in a bearskin and
surrounding them were several hundred noisy, drunken, red-eyed townspeople
sitting on improvised stands, with the eerie flickering torchlight flashing
off their knife blades and gold teeth.
They began to sing and stamp their
feet with the tune. It was a known
Cossack song that began slowly and gradually built up, little by little,
finally reaching a maddening speed with the words Hup Cossack!
Hup
Cossack!!!
After just a few minutes it was
hard for the crowd to discern who was who.
The Jew moved and danced with such agility that they were sure that
it was their Cossack inside, so they randomly jabbed whichever bear
was slowest with long needles and roared with laughter when he screamed
and quickened his pace. Hup Cossack! Hup Cossack! they all
chanted, clapping their hands faster and faster, and the pace of the
dance increased furiously from minute to minute. The Tzaddik began spinning
and his opponent had to keep up with him. He jumped agilely from foot
to foot, twisted, and leapt in the air faster and faster, five minutes,
ten minutes, now fifteen. HUP COSSACK!!!! HUP COSSACK!!!
The crowd was screaming, clapping, on their feet; their eyes were bulging
with excitement! HUP COSSACK!!! HUP COSSACK!!!!
Suddenly one bear stopped
.
He was dizzy, exhausted, confused and
. He fell!
OOOUUUUPPPAAAA!!!!! Screamed the
crowd as they ran into the circle and pushed their knives into the fallen
dancer while the other contestant, still dressed in his bearskin, made
a silent, unnoticed getaway.
Imagine their disappointment when they removed the bear head and revealed
. poor Yorik.
The Tzadik had saved the Jew, himself,
put awe in the hearts of the gentiles
and won a bearskin to boot.
This is the answer to our above
questions.
When G-d created the world he put
man in it to fix it. (That is why the
rewards of heaven are not mentioned in the Torah, because our purpose
is
this world). Tzadikim are people whose only concern in life is to do
this
job.
But since the Serpent tricked Adam and increased darkness, the Tzadikim
have been forced also to resort to trickery to heal and restore the
world.
This was why Yaakov Avinu had to
dress in the garments of the enemy and deceive him.
Yitzchak knew as well as Yaakov
that Aisav was evil, but he also knew that he had a lot of potential
good in him (he represented the power of nature and all creation) and
if he were corrected it would correct the sin of the Tree of knowledge
and bring the Moshiach.
Yitzchak thought that this could
be accomplished quickly by giving him a
shot of positive Jewish energy; a blessing. But Yaakov knew that Aisav
and all he symbolized could only be fixed by a long process (which is
continuing to this day) beginning with trickery, something like the
bearskin and the dance in our story.
This is the job of all of us; that
even in our most mundane actions such as
eating, earning a living etc. we should have our minds on the love of
HaShem, of the Torah and of every Jew (and all mankind). Then the world
becomes nothing more than a garment for our true G-dly intentions.
Probably the best example of this
today is the Lubavitch Rebbe.
The Rebbe published hundreds of volumes of the deepest Torah ideas wrapped
in garments of understanding and knowledge (ChaBaD). He performed countless
miracles (mostly in the garments of nature), made Chabad Houses throughout
the world, and brought all of Judaism to using every aspect of the modern
world, including the latest technology in a fervor of outreach, (all
at a great risk to himself) in order to put the finishing touches on
fixing Eisav
the end of the dance.
True, we must increase our efforts.
But the Rebbe said many times that our main job today is to open
our eyes and see that the Moshiach has already arrived! The dance
against the Cossack is over and all we really have to do is remove the
garments and see that
. Behold, the redemption is here!
Moshiach NOW!!
Rabbi Tuvia Bolton
Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim
Kfar Chabad, Israel
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