Behar-Bechukotai
"If your brother becomes impoverished and his
means falter (looses his ability to support himself) in
your proximity, you shall strengthen him (come to his
aid and help him). . ." Leviticus 25:35
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SINCERE PRAYER
And then there was the time that the Baal
Shem Tov and several of his closest followers were
traveling by horse and wagon to an unknown
destination.
On the afternoon of the third day, they were all
freezing, exhausted and very hungry. The followers
had
already asked the Baal Shem Tov on several
occasions, "Rebbe, when are we going to get to our
destination." But each time he indicated that he
didn't know himself. At some point, they started to
hear the
sounds of people working in the distance. In a few
minutes, they arrived at a tiny, secluded village. To
everyone's relief, the Baal Shem Tov
announced, "We'll stop here for the night. I think
we'll be able to collect a large sum of Tzedeka
(charity) from one of the villagers."
They looked at each and rolled their eyes in
disbelief that they would collect a large amount of
Tzedeka. Given the dilapidated appearance of this
tiny village, they were skeptical
that any of the villagers had much money to give.
And besides, they reasoned to themselves, they were
far from their hometown of Mezibush and they
doubted that the villagers had even heard of the
Rebbe.
The horse, also tired and hungry, slowly
pulled
the wagon into the village and stopped by itself in
front of a run down house of a poor Jewish family.
With a sigh of relief, they all got down from the
wagon and knocked on the door. The woman of the
house gave them a warm welcome and asked them to
come in and sit down. Upon entering, they quickly
saw that the interior of this two
room house was just as decrepit as the outside.
After sitting by the heated stove for a
few minutes, they said, "Rebbetzyn, we can't thank
you
enough for your
hospitality. We've been traveling all day and we're
still cold and very hungry."
She felt sorry for them so she heated water for
tea and gave them the little bread that she had been
saving to feed her children. This didn't go unnoticed
by the children who were walking around in rags and
starring at this group of strangers eating their meager
dinner.
They began crying, "Mama we're hungry.
Please give us something to eat." The mother was
heart sick, but after feeding the men, there just
wasn't
any more food. All of the men, except the Baal Shem
Tov, were mortified by the scene of the children
crying. They looked with questioning eyes at the
Rebbe but he seemed unmoved.
Just then, Reb Moshe, returned home.
He visibly cringed when he saw his
children crying of hunger, his upset wife and the
group of unknown Hasidim sitting around the table
eating their last morsel of food.
Immediately, the Baal Shem Tov stood up and
introduced himself and the others.
Moshe's business was selling liquor from his
house and he had just returned from an
unsuccessful trip. He had tried to purchase
a keg of whiskey on credit but was turned down
because he was already deeply indebted to the
whiskey dealer from previous purchases.
At first, Moshe was very flattered that the
famous Baal Shem Tov had come to visit him of all
people. But that feeling soon changed when the Baal
Shem Tov said, "My dear friend, we've come all this
way to collect eighteen rubles from you. It is for a
very
good cause and I'm sure you'll be blessed from giving
this tzedeka (charity)."
"Eighteen rubles!" gasped poor
Moshe. "But Rabbi, I don't even have one ruble."
"Maybe you could sell something to get
the money," replied the Baal Shem Tov.
"But Rabbi, look around. I don't have anything to
sell," answered Reb Moshe.
"Why don't you sell the bedding," suggested the
Baal Shem Tov.
The followers were so embarrassed by this
conversation that they couldn't even look in the
direction of Reb Moshe or his wife.
Once Reb Moshe realized that the Baal Shem Tov
was serious about his request, he asked if he could
wait until the next morning to sell the bedding.
"Okay, we can wait until tomorrow, but then we
must be on our way," answered the Baal Shem
Tov.
The next morning, Reb Moshe gathered
up all the pillows and blankets in the house and took
them to the marketplace. A few hours later, he
returned with exactly eighteen rubles. "Here Rabbi,"
he said, as he hesitantly handed the money to the
Baal Shem Tov. With barely a thank you, the Baal
Shem Tov took the money. Then he got into the
wagon and motioned for the rest to get in also. As
the wagon drove away, the Baal Shem Tov yelled
back to Reb Moshe, " G'd be with you."
Moshe, his wife and children followed the wagon
for a short time, hoping that the Baal Shem Tov
would stop and return the eighteen rubles. But the
Baal Shem Tov never even looked back and the
wagon soon disappeared from their sight.
Reb Moshe returned to an empty house, a
crying wife and starving children. By this time it was
late afternoon and time to daven mincha (the
afternoon prayers). He was so upset he could barely
speak. He prayed as never before. Big tears
streamed down his face and he begged, "Dear
Heavenly Father, please provide us with a lot of food
and money and give us good health."
That night, the family, each with an empty
stomach, got into bed and huddled together to try
and stay warm. In the middle of the night, Moshe
heard a loud knocking at the door. "Who is it?" he
asked fearfully.
"Moshke, let me in," said a peasant in a rough
voice. "I'm freezing and I want a glass of whiskey."
Our Reb Moshe had sold the last drink from his
whiskey barrel over a week before. But he was afraid
of the peasant so he quickly got up, opened the door
and him in. He
told the peasant to sit down by the stove and get
warm while he
got him a glass of whiskey. Then he went into the
next room and poured a glass of water into the
empty whiskey barrel. After mixing the water around
in the barrel, he poured it back into a glass. "Here,"
he said, handing a full glass of the "whiskey" to the
peasant.
The peasant downed it in one gulp. "Uumm," he
said as he licked his lips. "It's been a long time and I
really needed a good, strong drink. And that drink
was really good and very strong.
The only problem is that I don't have any money so
I'll have to pay you later."
Moshe, still sleepy said, "Sure, pay me when you
can." He was thinking, "What a day, what a night."
As soon as the peasant left, he lay down again and
fell back to sleep. A few hours later, he
was again awakened by a loud knocking at the door.
"Who is it?" he yelled out. It was the same
peasant, back for another glass of whiskey. Moshe
served him as before but this time the peasant
reached into his pocket and gave
him a dirt covered coin. "Here, I don't know how
much it is worth but
it should cover my drinks."
Early the next morning, Moshe took the coin to
the market in the next town. He could hardly believe
it when he learned that the coin was worth enough
to pay for much more than the peasant had drunk.
When the peasant returned again the very next
night for another glass of whiskey, Moshe gave him a
drink and the change from the coin. The peasant
was astonished at Moshe's honesty and began to
return every night. It wasn't long before whiskey
sales were booming and Moshe was getting richer by
the day. In almost no time, the days of poverty
were
forgotten and Moshe was involved in many other
lucrative businesses.
About a year later, the Baal Shem Tov and the
very same group of his followers happened to be
passing the little village where Reb Moshe lived.
Instead of the dilapidated house, there stood a
stately mansion surrounded by a number of smaller,
but equally beautiful buildings. The followers stared
with open mouths. "Rebbe, what happened?" they
asked.
"All of this wealth was set aside for Reb Moshe on
Rosh Hashanah," explained the Baal Shem Tov. "But
he did not get it because he accepted his lot of
poverty without any complaints. As it says, 'He
opens His hand and fulfills the will of every living
being.' (Psalm 145:16). So I had to take everything
he owned from him. When he was left without food
or even his bedding, he had no one to turn to but the
Holy One, Blessed be He. And from one sincere
prayer requesting his needs, G'd heard and opened
His hand to fulfill the requests of our friend Reb
Moshe.
So the poor man of last year is a rich man today,
thanks to his fervent prayer."
And so it was.
Freely adapted by Tzvi Meir Cohn (Howard M.
Cohn, Patent Attorney) from a story in Devorin
Araivim as translated in STORIES OF THE BAAL SHEM
TOV by Y.Y. Klapholtz