Rabbi Yechiel Michal of Zlotchov was one of the greatest disciples of Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov, the founder of Chassidism. Many years after the Baal Shem
Tov's passing, Rabbi Yechiel Michal's young son, Yosef, became critically ill
and his condition steadily deteriorated until he was on the verge of death. Just
then, news reached Rabbi Michal that opponents of the Baal Shem Tov were
planning to burn the chassidic book, Toldot Yaakov Yosef ("The
Generations of Yaakov Yosef") in a certain city. This book, written by another
great disciple of the BeSHT, Rabbi Yaakov Yosef of Polnoye, was the first, and
at that time the only, book that contained the teachings of the Baal Shem Tov.
Rabbi Yechiel Michal realized that this was an attempt to suppress the new
chassidic movement and that the situation was urgent. He decided to travel to
that city and try to prevent this terrible desecration. He instructed his family
that if (God-forbid) his son died when he was gone, they should delay the burial
until he returned home. Shortly after he left, Yosef entered a deep coma. He
seemed to have stopped breathing and they thought he was dead, but they delayed
his burial as they were told. After three days, however, Yosef began to
perspire. He opened his eyes and told this story:
"When I went into the coma, I felt my soul leave my body. Immediately, an
angel came to take me to a certain heavenly palace. Since the angel was not
permitted to enter that palace, I entered alone and stood by the door. Inside,
the heavenly court was in session and I saw two angels arrive with a book that
contained a record of all my sins. It was so large and heavy that it was
difficult for them to carry. As I looked on, another angel came with a thin book
of my good deeds, but they were not equal to the sins, which outweighed them.
Then a third book was brought in, of my sufferings, and they caused many of my
sins to be erased. Nevertheless, because of the sins that remained, the court
decided to condemn me to die from my illness and they were about to pronounce
the sentence and write the decree.
"At that moment, my father--who had made a soul-ascent to protest before the
heavenly court--came to that palace, entering with a commotion and loudly
complaining about those who wanted to burn the book with the Baal Shem Tov’s
teachings. He vigorously protested, saying, 'It will be a terrible chillul
ha-Shem (desecration of the Divine Name) if it's burned. It can't be
allowed!"
Just then, Rabbi Yechiel Michal noticed his son standing near the door, and
said, "Yosef, why are you here?" "Father, I don't know," he said. "But please
speak to the court on my behalf." "I certainly will," his father answered. Then,
Rabbi Yechiel Michal continued to protest about the book burning as before, and
pleaded passionately that it not be permitted. But the court answered, "This
matter belongs to a higher jurisdiction"-- because in heaven there are higher
and higher courts, one above the other-- an appellate court, a supreme court,
and so on. Rabbi Yechiel Michal then left to make an appeal to a higher court
and completely forgot about his son Yosef.
Yosef stood near the door, worried and troubled. Not long after this, Rabbi
Yaakov Yosef of Polnoye also made a soul-ascent and came to that heavenly palace
where the court was sitting. He entered and also shouted and pleaded while
weeping, complaining about those who wanted to burn his book. Then, he noticed
his friend's son standing by the door, and said, "Yosef, why are you here?"
"Rabbi, I don't know," said the boy. "But please speak to the court in my
behalf." "I'll certainly say something in your behalf," said Rabbi Yaakov Yosef.
The court then told him too that the issue of the book was a matter for a higher
court. Rabbi Yaakov Yosef immediately left to appeal to the higher court and
totally forgot about Yosef. Yosef, meanwhile, continued to stand there worried
and troubled, because he had no one to help him or to be his advocate.
Suddenly, there was such a great commotion that all the worlds trembled, and
a proclamation echoed throughout the heavens, "Make way, make way; the holy Baal
Shem Tov is entering the palace!" (The BeSHT, as we said, had already passed
away and was in the other world.) As soon as the Baal Shem Tov came in, he saw
his disciple's son standing alone by the door, and said, "Yosef, why are you
here?" "Holy Rabbi, I don't know," said Yosef. "Could you please speak to the
court on my behalf?" "I certainly will," said the Baal Shem Tov, and he
immediately went and spoke to the court about the boy, asking them to dismiss
his case and let him go in peace. He then returned to Yosef and said, "You can
leave now and go home."
By this time, Yosef was curious about what would happen in heaven and wanted
to stay a little longer to see what the Baal Shem Tov would do there. But two
burly angels immediately came, took him under the arms and escorted him out.
They then took him down, down, down, to the lower world "until," he said, "I saw
a repulsive corpse lying on the floor," for his family, thinking he was dead,
had taken him off the bed and put him on the floor with his feet pointed toward
the door, according to custom. And the angels said, "Enter that corpse!"; they wanted him to return to his body. But he was disgusted by the body and the suffering in this world and absolutely refused. He cried and pleaded with them, but they forced him to enter against his will. "Then," he said, "I began to perspire, opened my eyes, and am telling you this story."
Rabbi Yechiel Michal of Zlotchov, the boy's father, forgot about his own son in his zeal to defend the book that contained the Baal Shem Tov's teachings. Rabbi Yaakov Yosef of Polnoye, the author of the book, forgot about his friend's son in defending his book that contained the BeSHT's teachings. But the holy Baal Shem Tov, whose teachings were in the book, did not forget a Jewish child. A child was more important to him than a book.
Some of the holiest people do not write books. The Baal Shem Tov focused on living the teachings, not recording them. The Baal Shem Tov's legacy was not of books, but of people. What he left behind were disciples and followers in whose hearts burned love of G-d, love of Israel, and love of the Torah, with an eternal fire. He never wrote a book, but he never forgot a child.