A hasid went to the Baal Shem Tov in Medzibuz and said, “Rebbe, I want to see Elijah the Prophet. “It’s simple,” said the Baal Shem. “I’ll tell you what to do. Get two boxes and fill one with food and the other with children’s clothes. Then, before Rosh HaShanah, travel to Minsk. Go to a certain dilapidated house on the outskirts of town, right before where the forest begins. But don’t knock on the door immediately; stand there for a while and listen. Then, shortly before candle lighting time at sunset, knock on the door and ask for hospitality.”

The hasid went home and told his wife he would be away for the holiday. “How can you leave your family?” she said. “The children want their father to walk them to the synagogue!” He told her, “I have a once in a lifetime chance to see Elijah the Prophet!” Finally, she agreed that it was something that he could not pass up.

So he went and did as the Besht told him. He filled boxes with food and clothing, went to Minsk, where he found the broken-down house at the edge of town. He arrived shortly before evening and stood in front of the door, listening. Inside, he heard children crying, “Mommy, we’re hungry. And it’s yom tov and we don’t even have decent clothes to wear!” He heard the mother answer, “Kinderlach, Children, trust in God. He’ll send Elijah the Prophet to bring you everything you need!”

Then the hasid knocked on the door. When the woman opened it, he asked her for hospitality. “How can I welcome you when I don’t have any food in the house!” she said. “Don’‘t worry,” he said, “ I have enough food for all of us.” He came in, opened the box, gave the children the food, and they ate. Then he opened the other box and the children all took clothes for themselves, this one a shirt, that one a jacket, the other one, a hat. He was there for two days, waiting to see Elijah the Prophet. He did not even sleep. How could he sleep? How often do you get a chance to see Elijah the Prophet? But he saw no one.

So he returned to the Baal Shem Tov and said, “Master, I didn’t see Elijah the Prophet!” “Did you do everything I told you?” asked the Besht. “I did!” he said. “And you didn’t see him?” “No, Rebbe.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Rebbe! I didn’t see him!” “Then you’ll have to return for Yom Kippur,” said the Besht. “Go back before Yom Kippur, with a box of food, to the same house. Again, be sure to arrive an hour before sunset, and don’t knock immediately. Wait for a while and just stand in front of the door, listening.”

The hasid went back to his wife and told her he would be away for Yom Kippur. “How can you leave your children again?” she said. “But the Baal Shem Tov says I’ll be able to see Elijah the Prophet,” he said, “like one of the great tzaddikim! How can I not go?” His wife agreed that it was worth going away for two or three days if he could see Elijah the Prophet.

So he went back to Minsk before Yom Kippur. This time, he went earlier and stood in front of the door, listening. Inside he heard children crying, “Mommy, we’re hungry! We haven’t eaten the whole day today! How can we fast for Yom Kippur?” “Children!” said the mother. “Do you remember you were crying before Rosh HaShanah that you had no food or clothes? And I told you, ‘Trust in God! He’ll send Elijah the Prophet, who’ll bring you food, and clothing, and everything else you need!’ Wasn’t I right? Didn’t Elijah come and bring you food and clothing? He stayed with us for two days!” Now you’re crying again that you’re hungry. But I swear to you, that Elijah will come now too and bring you food!” Then the hasid understood what his master, the Baal Shem Tov had intended. And he knocked on the door.