Thursday, May 16, 2019

the man Who Stopped the marriage Procession

urged alongside by means of rushed drivers, the long caravan made considerable headway toward Dukla, Poland, carrying Rabbi Avraham Yehoshua Heschel and his household, who have been on their way from Opatow to the wedding of their firstborn son—a momentous occasion certainly!

Day and nighttime they traveled, with out stopping to relaxation, as time became of the essence.

So when the carriages floor to a surprising halt, it changed into clear anything was amiss.

a man stoodIt was clear whatever thing turned into amiss within the center of the highway, hands outstretched, paying no attention to the irritated outbursts.

"You're delaying the rebbe's event," somebody shouted from a window.

"i know!" cried the man. "i'm right here as a result of I are looking to talk to him!"

Upon hearing the man's words, the rebbe left his carriage and approached him. "what is bothering you?"

the person blinked tears from his eyes. "I hire an hotel from a local duke, and the company… it's dangerous. consumers don't come in as commonly as they once did so I haven't been capable of earn much this previous season. My debt to the duke has ballooned, and i haven't any way to pay it."

The rebbe lower back to his carriage, retrieved a bag stuffed with gold cash intended for the wedding costs, and passed it to the innkeeper. but the man shook his head. "I don't ask for cash," he spoke of. "i want a blessing."

"Which blessing?"

"The priestly blessing!" noted the person, his eyes alight.

The rebbe raised an eyebrow. "but I'm now not a Kohen."

"Didn't the rebbe once say he had been a Kohen Gadol (high Priest) in a previous lifestyles?" replied the person knowingly.

Head inclined in silent awareness, the rebbe thought for a while. His eyes twinkled as he regarded up and smiled. "You want the priestly blessing? First I actually have a story for you."

A filthy rich man once invited me to his wedding. I agreed to dwell for the chuppah, however once i was there the host forced me to dwell longer, and i remained for the duration of the night.

Noticing my discomfort on the time wasted, a number of of the visitors decided to put together an impromptu skit.

Into the marriage corridor marched a troop of costumed visitors, one dressed as a native duke, a further as a Jewish innkeeper. there have been also some as advisors, a minister, and a king. The one dressed because the Jewish innkeeper saved his eyes down. He had amassed a large debt, and the native duke had dragged him to court docket. The court docket case played out earlier than us.

"I actually have been fair to him," boomed the duke. "I treated him with dignity, but through the years he has accrued a large debt. I think it is just reasonable that he and his family work off their bills on my estate."

The Jewish innkeeper defended himself by announcing that a dry season had affected his business. He entirely supposed to repay the debt when company picked up.

After both parties had offered their arguments, the advisors began to select facets. Some supported the duke, while others were sympathetic to the Jewish innkeeper who could not control how many individuals frequented his institution.

Upon further dialogue, the majority of the advisors supported the Jew's declare. Emboldened by means of his victory, the innkeeper turned to handle the minister:

"not handiest should still the duke depart the hotel in my arms, but I additionally demand from him the prices of working such an unprofitable enterprise!"

The minister didn't understand the way to reply to the Jew's claim, so he delegated it to an improved authority—the king himself. however the king, too, changed into lost for an answer. He approached me with the quandary, trusting that I, a identified rabbi, would provide an independent judgement.

One look on the pitiful innkeeper instructed me every little thing I necessary to understand. "What he says is correct!" I declared. "The duke knowingly leased a area that can't flip a profit, and he is susceptible to pay for all the innkeeper's prices."

The mock trial reached its conclusion, and that i was left questioning why G‑d had showed it to me.

The rebbe regarded warmly at the man who had stopped him en route to his son's marriage ceremony, his voice trembling with pleasure. "And now i do know why! The story I'd been a part of in jest has repeated itself in reality. And so I declare you innocent and debt-free! you'll see, the duke himself can pay your losses. So right here's my blessing: might also He bless you with wealth, and might He take care of you from damages…"

TheAbrupt, loud knocks avoided him from saying yet another notice innkeeper again home and had barely accomplished relaying the good information to his wife when loud, abrupt knocks prevented him from saying one more note. Two men, messengers of the duke, stood impatiently on the door.

"Come instantly," they announced. "The duke is awaiting you."

The innkeeper's wife burst into terrified tears.

"Don't be concerned," managed the innkeeper. "we have been blessed. G‑d will deal with us."

And with that, he activate to the duke's property.

"where did you disappear to?" barked the duke earlier than the innkeeper had an opportunity to catch his breath.

"I went on a small travel," responded the innkeeper. "I haven't disappeared anyplace."

"I'll inform you why i was trying to find you," sighed the duke, his expression softening. "recently, i used to be worried in whatever thing reasonably shady. The court docket has sentenced me to ten years in penal complex, and i'm reluctant to consider I'll make it out alive. here is where you come in. I'd want to transfer my total property and all my belongings to you. If I do, with the aid of some miracle, make it out, I'll take returned half of what I gave you."

Reeling from the sudden building, the innkeeper right now agreed to sign a contract stipulating the duke's condition.

simply as the Rebbe promised, he now not only owed the duke nothing, he had won an unlimited estate and substantial wealth as smartly.

(tailored from Sichat Hashavua 1436)

committed to my kallah.

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