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A Tzaddik’s Tear

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Rabbi Israel Meir Kagan (1838-1933), the ''Chafetz Chaim''
Rabbi Israel Meir Kagan (1838-1933), the "Chafetz Chaim"

About 30 years ago, an American rabbi visiting Miami, Florida gave a lecture on the life and accomplishments of the famed "Chafetz Chaim" (Rabbi Israel Meir HaCohen Kagan, 1838-1933). He described the life of the great sage who lived a humble life as a shopkeeper in in the village of Radin, in Poland, yet was recognized throughout the Jewish world as a great scholar, tzaddik (righteous person) and leader.

There was another story the rabbi wanted to tell, but he hesitated, for he only knew part of it. As he stood at the lectern, he thought for a moment and then decided that he would tell it anyway. He rationalized that even an unfinished story about the Chafetz Chaim would have a meaningful message.

He began to relate an incident about a teenage boy in the Chafetz Chaim's yeshiva who was found smoking a cigarette on Shabbat -- the sacred day of rest. The faculty and student body were shocked, and some of the faculty felt that the boy should be expelled. However, when the Chafetz Chaim heard the story, he asked that the boy be brought to his home.

At this point, the rabbi interrupted the narrative and said, "I don't know what the Chafetz Chaim said to the boy. I only know that they were together for a few minutes. I would give anything to know what he said to this student, for I am told that the boy never desecrated the Shabbat again. How wonderful it would be if we could relay that message -- whatever it was -- to others, in order to encourage them in their observance of Shabbat." The rabbi then continued with his lecture.

After his talk, the hall emptied of everyone except for one elderly man, who remained in his seat, alone with his thoughts. From the distance, it seemed he was trembling, as if he was either crying or suffering from chills. The rabbi walked over to the elderly man and asked him, "Is anything wrong?"

The man responded, "Where did you hear that story of the cigarette on Shabbat?" He did not look up and was still shaken. "I really don't know," answered the rabbi. "I heard it a while ago and I don't even remember who told it to me." The man looked up at the rabbi and said softly, "I was that boy." He then asked the rabbi to go outside, and as the two walked together, he told the rabbi the following story:

"This incident occurred in the 1920's when the Chafetz Chaim was in his eighties. I was terrified to have to go into his house and face him. But when I did go into his home, I looked around with disbelief at the poverty in which he lived. It was unimaginable to me that a man of his stature would be satisfied to live in such surroundings.

"Suddenly he was in the room where I was waiting. He was remarkably short. At that time I was a teenager and he only came up to my shoulders. He took my hand and clasped it tenderly in both of his. He brought my hand in his own clasped hands up to his face, and when I looked into his soft face, his eyes were closed for a moment.

"When he opened them, they were filled with tears. He then said to me in a hushed voice full of pain and astonishment, 'Shabbat!' And he started to cry. He was still holding both my hands in his, and while he was crying he repeated with astonishment, 'Shabbat, the holy Shabbat!'

"My heart started pounding and I became more frightened than I had been before. Tears streamed down his face and one of them rolled onto my hand. I thought it would bore a hole right through my skin. When I think of that tear today, I can still feel its heat. I can't describe how awful it felt to know that I had made the great tzaddik weep. But in his rebuke -- which consisted only of those few words -- I felt that he was not angry, but rather sad and fearful. He seemed frightened at the consequences of my actions."

The elderly man then caressed the hand that bore the invisible scar of a precious tear. It had become his permanent reminder to observe the "holy Shabbat" for the rest of his life.


Biographical note: Rabbi Israel Meir HaCohen Kagan (1838-1933), popularly known as "the Chafetz Chaim" after the title of one of his many influential books, was one of the most important and beloved rabbinical scholars and leaders of the 20th century. His other works include Mishna Berura, an authoritative, almost universally accepted compendium of Jewish Law, and Shmirat HaLashon, about proper and improper speech.


By Yerachmiel Tilles
A master storyteller with hundreds of published stories to his credit, Rabbi Yerachmiel Tilles is co-founder of Ascent of Safed, and managing editor of the Ascent and Kabbalah Online websites.
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January 24, 2013
A Tzaddik's Tear
Almost brings me to tears. As a gentile I am profoundly moved by anyone who loves and fears HaShem as much as that, Jews have a great responsibility thrust upon them - anyone who takes this to their heart and influences others for the Good is so tremendous. If we only knew how much our actions bring us closer or further from HaShem we would be so careful... May we all strive to be as close to HaShem as this great Tzaddik.
Kim Dixon
Shetland Islands, UK
January 22, 2013
A Tzaddik's Tears
This is a powerful story. Beautiful and moving. I have been trying to follow Shabbat on my own for the past six years. And only on the past three years it has become more, and more meaningful. As I go alone in following the Commandments of Hashem, because of my past ignorance on the ways of my ancestors, Hashem has been blessing me in many ways. But, there is still a way to travel in this spiritual path that He has set for me. Being raced in another religion, and sort of, being asigned as an intervenient in prayers for my family and all my people, Israel. I feel this way because of the love Hashem, blessed be He, has placed in my heart. Shabbat, in the loneliness of my home, is a very special day of dedication in prayer and service to our Master, and King. His presence fills our heart and soul during Shabbat. Someday we will ALL be together on Shabbat praising our King of King and L-rd of L-rd as we did in His Holy Mountain with Moshe.
rut
USA
May 26, 2011
what is, Proper?
I do not judge others for the ways they worship, nor do I say to others, my way is the right way. The world, as it was created, as it is, has many people within, and they do worship in many ways, and some do it without calling it worship. It's just how they are. They get up, look at the dawn, and say, this is beautiful, but there are no words for this. They just feel it, and they are grateful to be alive for this, just this, if not everything else.

I enjoy stepping into other homes, and experiencing "their way", but there is no one who can tell me, that my way, is not AS beautiful, as profound, or as deeply meaningful as a relationship that is personal.

I do not proselytize and say, be as I am, and you will experience what is more lovely and I do not feel, being Orthodox is my way. I also do not feel God is not deeply in my life as I am. In fact, I can prove, by way of a life, that I am beloved. I feel it. Every single day.

I write here because I love to share and to share love.
ruth housman
marshfield hills, ma
May 23, 2011
Reply to Ruth Housman
Ruth, certainly you should not have been humiliated by others, that was very wrong. But Shabbat can be extremely beautiful when kept properly. It is so much more than just a bunch of things you are not allowed to do. There is the whole concept of completely resting the body and the soul, and having one day a week devoted to spiritual matters instead of to the ordinary concerns of the world. Why don't you contact your local Chabad house and find out about really experiencing a Shabbat with an Orthodox Jewish family? You may be pleasantly surprised by the great food, wonderful company and marvelous insights.
Anonymous
Far Rockaway, NY
January 24, 2011
a Rip in the universe
When we rip our clothing in the agony of loss, of bereavement, I do deeply feel those tears, are also tears, meaning the universe is weeping. When a holy person cries, those tears must have reach, because that person feels with all their heart and soul, and that person, whatever their beliefs, if they are holy, then they are walking on sacred ground. They feel something that is very profound, very deep. I think it interesting linguistically that RIP also stands for Rest In Peace.

I see a story, that only the Divine could have written, that encompasses all of our lives and for me, this story is about love.

There is a song that goes, It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away (The Rolling Stones)

there is a still small voice yearning to be heard
ruth housman
marshfield hills, ma
January 18, 2011
This message is so powerful!
When I first became observant, I was still smoking. A friend of mine told me this story in a sweet, helpful way, with no rebuke.

I never smoked on Shabbos again, and eventually quit all together, with G-d's help.
Yocheved
Seattle, WA
January 18, 2011
more than, just, a coincidence
This is a powerful story.

Personally, as a child I was totally humiliated in spending time with my very Orthodox relatives in New York. No one told me about the rules regarding Shabbat among the very religious, and I grabbed a book and my purse, en route to the synagogue and was roundly chastised as being really stupid, an uneducated young woman because the things I carried were wrong.

I was astonished to see an African American man come into the apartment and turn on the lights. I felt, if this is religion, if this is about G_d, I want no part of this. If he was allowed to do something "they" could not do, and that was all right, it seemed hypocritical to me. I still feel this way.

I don't think it's work to turn on a light. I think all turning on of lights is a holy act, at any time of day or night.

As to cigarettes on Shabbat, all I know of cigarettes is that they are really bad for us all. How much of a sin is this?

And I feel G_d's LOVE constantly!
ruth housman
marshfield hills, ma
January 17, 2011
A Tzaddik's tear
Powerful message! Thank You, it will force me to think more about my actions.
Anonymous
Hoboken, NJ USA
January 16, 2011
Tzaddik's Tear
thank you for this very nice story. it touches my soul.
Anonymous
paranaque, pilipines
January 16, 2011
The power of a tear
I cried throughout.
I wish today's generation had teachers that taught them the beauty of our rich heritage with so much love and cars.
Sarah
Brooklyn, New York
jewishgardens.com
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