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#291 (s5763-37 / 12 Iyar) Gold
Coins on Shabbat Rabbi Moshe Leib of
Sassov had leased a hut in the middle of a forest in order to meditate and
pray in the stillness of the woods.
Gold
Coins on ShabbatYankel
the innkeeper lived in an isolated hamlet for so long that he barely remembered
that he was a Jew. Shabbat was a word he dimly recalled. Day and night he served
the Polish peasants who bought drinks in his little inn. Nothing new ever happened
and one year slipped unnoticed into the next.
One day, however, a tall,
husky, stately-looking Jew entered Yankel's inn and disturbed Yankel's quiet existence.
This visitor was none other than the famous tzadik, Rabbi Moshe Leib
of Sassov, who had leased a hut in the middle of a forest in order to meditate
and pray in the stillness of the woods. At times, however, he came to the village
to purchase food, and that is how he happened to meet Yankel.
When the
tzadik had first entered his inn, something deep inside Yankel stirred
and prompted him to say to the rabbi, "You know, sir, I too am a Jew."
"How can you live in a place where there are no other Jews?" the
tzadik queried him. "It seems you have even forgotten our holy traditions.
My poor brother, even the animals of Jews refrain from work on the Shabbat. How
can you do less than that?" Yankel blushed at Rabbi Moshe Leib's words.
"But, Rabbi," he continued, "I have to stay open on Shabbat or
the peasants will buy their drinks elsewhere, and I will be destitute!" "Nevertheless,"
Rabbi Moshe Leib insisted, "you must close on Shabbat. How can a holy Jewish
soul do less than the donkey of a Jew who is kept from working on the Sabbath
day?"
When Yankel saw that the tzadik was adamant, he began
to consider the matter more seriously. Eventually, he resolved to close the inn
on Shabbat.
Yankel's announcement provoked a bitter reaction from his
customers. "If you refuse to sell us liquor, we'll complain to the poritz
landlord! He'll throw you out! You can't do this to us!" Yankel knew
they would follow through on their threat -- especially since it involved the
issue of vodka. He walked deep into the forest until he found the hut of the tzadik.
"The peasants are threatening to ruin me," Yankel cried. "Don't
worry," replied Rabbi Moshe Leib. "Bolt the doors. If the landlord questions
you, do not hesitate to tell him that your G-d commanded Jews to keep the Sabbath
day holy."
The innkeeper was very frightened, but he still resolved
to do as the tzadik said. Shabbat arrived and Yankel bolted the door of
his inn. The peasants arrived and began to pound on the door and windows trying
to get in. Finally, the voice of the landlord could be heard outside, demanding
that Yankel open the door.
Yankel had no choice but to accommodate him.
The furious nobleman entered the inn and screamed, "Who do you think you
are, denying vodka to your customers! Why else did I lease this inn to you, except
to make a profit?"
"Sire," began a frightened Yankel, "surely
you know I am a Jew. Just recently I was told by a holy Jew that our Torah forbids
us to work on the Sabbath day. That is why I have closed the inn today."
The directness of the reply intrigued the landowner. "Where is this person?
Bring him to me!"
Soon, Rabbi Moshe Leib was standing before the
landlord. "Tell me, Jew, does this prohibition against working apply to a
Jew who is in danger of losing his livelihood?" he asked, in a cutting tone.
"Sire, it applies even in such a case," was the tzadik's
reply.
"How can you allow yourself to torment this man? I doubt your
answer would be the same if it were your livelihood that was involved. Well, I
know how to find out. If you are really sincere, I will permit the innkeeper to
close on the Sabbath." The landlord dismissed the rabbi, a plan hatching
in his mind.
The following Shabbat, the landowner rode into the forest
with a bag of gold coins. He scattered the coins on the ground near the tzadik's
hut and waited to see what would transpire. At first the tzadik passed
right by the coins after barely glancing at them, but then he returned and examined
them closely. The landlord waited gleefully for the fatal moment when the Jew
would eagerly scoop them into his hands. But no, he averted his eyes and continued
walking.
The landower then rushed out of his hiding place. "I am
very impressed, and I will keep my end of the deal. But tell me, why did you first
ignore the money and then bend down to examine it?" "I will explain,"
began Rabbi Moshe Leib. "At first, I ignored the money, for it was Shabbat.
But then, I began to think how I needed the money to rescue many imprisoned Jews.
I considered that perhaps the mitzva of redeeming captives and saving lives
overrides the prohibitions of the Shabbat. I became confused, and then I prayed
to G-d to give me direction.
Suddenly I understood. Sire, if I had taken
or hidden the money, you would not have understood my motives. You would have
assumed that I was taking it for my own desires. I realized that G-d is certainly
capable to provide me with the money in a permissible way. I have always scrupulously
observed the Shabbat, and now Heaven has protected me from coming to any harm.
Surely, now you can see the importance for a Jew to keep the holiness of the Sabbath."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Adapted by Yrachmiel Tilles from the rendition
on www.lchaimweekly.org (#402).]
Biographical note: Rabbi
Moshe of Sossov (1745 - 4 Shvat 1807) was the leading disciple of Reb Shmelke
of Nicholsburg. He also received from the Maggid of Mezritch and from Elimelech
of Lyzhinsk. Subsequently a Rebbe in his own right with many followers, he was
famous primarily for his love of his fellow Jews and his creative musical talent.
His teachings are contained in the books, Likutei RaMal, Toras ReMaL Hashalem,
and Chidushei RaMal.
Yrachmiel
Tilles is co-founder and associate director of Ascent-of-Safed, and editor of
Ascent Quarterly and the AscentOfSafed.com and KabbalaOnline.org websites. He
has hundreds of published stories to his credit. |