Monday, January 28, 2008
How to Deal with Sorrow…
Rebbe Menachem Mendel received a thorough Torah education from his father, R. Leibush Morgenstern, a zealous opponent of Chassidus. When he was 13 years old he had mastered the entire Talmud. After his marriage at 14, he was introduced to the world of Chassidus, and before long he became an ardent follower of the Chozeh (Seer) of Lublin and Rebbe Simcha Bunim of Pshischa, whom he eventually succeeded.
Singing at the top of the Ladder
"Three ways are open to a man who is in sorrow. He who stands on a normal rung weeps, he who stands higher is silent, but he who stands on the topmost rung converts his sorrow into song."
–– Rabbi Menachem Mendel of Kotzk
This reminds me of a story Reb Shlomo Carlebach tells about one of his niggunim, Motzi Asirim.
"Last year on the fourth night of Chanuka, all of Israel was standing by the Holy Wall praying for the people of Leningrad, of the Leningrad trial. I was with them. Suddenly we heard over the radio that they were sentenced to death, G-d forbid. I put my guitar back in its case. And some great Rabbi standing next to me said, 'What are you doing? This is the time to make up a new song.'
"I took my guitar out again. I opened a prayer book and there it said, 'Motzi asirim…G-d opens all the prisons.' There’s Some One up there Who redeems all the humble. Because is there anybody more humble than the Russian Jews? They’re the holy of the holiest and they don’t even know about it...He helps all the poor, the Yiddilach in Russia…they’re so holy, they’re so poor and they’re so sweet. They’re on their way to Yerushalayim. G-d promised us you’ll listen to our prayers. Just one time, G-d, listen to us this time. Don’t let them die. I can’t wait to see all of them in Yerushalayim by the Holy Wall."
While searching around the Blogosphere, I found this link to, apparently, a Kotzker niggun. Can anyone verify this?
Zechuso yagein Aleinu – May the Kotzker’s merits protect us all!!!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME?
You can find out more about him here, in our previous post: Rebbe Yechezkel of Kuzmir, founder of the Modzitz Dynasty. The following story is reprinted here with permission of the Modzitz website.
One Friday night in Kuzmir, a man arrived at Rebbe Yechezkel's Tish whom none of the hundreds of Chassidim that were present recognized. For the duration of the entire Tish, this man stood opposite the Rebbe and stared directly at him. The Rebbe continued in his usual way with Shabbos zemiros. At the end of the Tish, the Rebbe wished his guests "Good Shabbos," and went off to his room. The strange man left as well. No one asked about his unusual behavior; in fact, no one spoke to him.
This strange behavior repeated itself at the Tish on Shabbos morning, with the man again standing opposite the Kuzmirer and staring at him for the entire time. And at Shalosh Seudos [the third meal, held close to sunset], again this man came and stared at the Rebbe. At nightfall, the custom was to have candles brought to the table [either by a non-Jewish attendant, or by one of the Chassidim who was prepared in advance to daven Ma'ariv immediately at nightfall, and then is permitted to light a fire]. This unusual guest then positioned himself where he could see the Rebbe's face directly from the light of the candles, and stared at him once again.
The Rebbe then said divrei Torah, accompanied by cries of dveykus [clinging or attaching oneself to Hashem]. His lofty words, said in a very sweet and pleasant voice, caused everyone present to forget his own problems and to be davuk in [attached to] Hashem.
But suddenly, the Rebbe's voice rang out: "Why are you staring at me so much? Don't you recognize me?" Immediately thereafter, the Rebbe asked for mayim achronim ["final waters" used to wash one's hands at the end of a meal] to be brought, bentched [said the Grace after Meals], davened Ma'ariv and made Havdala.
There was one Chassid present who was really curious about what the Rebbe intended with his words to this strange man that nobody knew. Surely there was "more than meets the eye" going on here. He was so intent in finding out that he followed this man out of the Beis Medrash after Havdala, and when they reached an isolated spot, a dark alley way, he asked him what this encounter with the Rebbe was all about.
"Oh, this is an old story," replied the man, trying to avoid a full answer. But the Chassid wasn't satisfied with this, and insisted on hearing all the details. "In that case," replied the man, "you'll have to come with me to my place of lodging, and I'll tell you the whole story."
Over a cup of tea, the man began: "I left Olam HaZeh [this world] for the Olam HaEmes [the World of Truth, where the neshama (soul) goes after death] some twenty-two years ago." The Chassid began to tremble, seized with a terrible fright - could it be that he's speaking to some kind of spirit or ghost? Reassuring him, the man said, "Allow me to speak, and then you'll understand everything."
"Twenty-two years ago, I was a melamed [a teacher of young children]. Even though my livelihood only allowed us to have some black coffee and dry black bread, but no meat, fish or fancy clothes, my wife, our two children and I were happy with our lot and never complained. We accepted our lot in life with love.
"Around that time, I contracted a severe case of pneumonia. The doctors attempted to treat it with medicine, but I could tell by the look on their faces that they didn't hold out too much hope for me - my days on earth were limited. Nevertheless, they informed my family that I was improving and that I would be able to return home in a few days. You can just imagine what it's like for a young man of twenty-two years to leave this world and leave behind a young widow and two small children!
The man continued, "You know, when a person departs from Olam HaZeh, he still thinks he's alive. So it was with me - I merely thought that I didn't have the strength to get up. I thought my family didn't want to hear what I wanted to say to them. They invited the Chevra Kadisha [Jewish burial society] to begin their holy work on me [preparing the body for burial]. My wife and children were crying. It was then that I realized that I had left this world, and I thought: what a tragedy, a young man leaves behind young orphans - who's going to care for their welfare, that they should receive a proper Torah chinuch [education] and in such a society - where they kidnap people, etc.? Who is going to care for my little children???
"Perhaps I should have been concerned over what is happening to my neshama, but maybe because I was a melamed, all I could think about was the chinuch of my children - and I was broken-hearted thinking about their future. My soul began to feel the absence of the body, and it began to rise, higher and higher, turning and rising, and I was thinking: 'What will happen now, who knows me, and how will I end up?'
"Suddenly, I felt different than before, and didn't understand why I had risen so high. I saw thousands upon thousands of souls, and tried to stop myself, when suddenly - the soul of another young man came up to me and asked, 'Who are you, and where are you going?' I felt as if I knew him, and asked, 'Perhaps you can tell me where I can find out why my soul was taken from Olam HaZeh at such a young age, and who's going to watch over my children that they should go in the ways of Hashem?'
" 'You are in the World of Souls [Olam HaNeshamos],' the man answered. Pointing off into the distance, he said, 'Over there, the Heavenly Tribunal [Beis Din shel Ma'alah] sits, and judges who is fit to be cleansed from Olam HaZeh, and who is fit to enter Olam Haba [the heavenly world]. I will tell you something that can be very helpful to you. You should go to that distant place where the judges are. Among them is one of the Tzaddikei HaDor [most righteous in his generation], a man of Olam HaZeh. He was chosen to be on the tribunal because he is so righteous; in fact, he is the only one from Olam HaZeh - with a body and soul - that is on the tribunal. Since he is still involved with Olam HaZeh, he can find merits for your case, and fully understand it.' Upon finishing his advice, the soul of this man vanished.
"So I went to the place which the man had told me about, and tried to find the Tzaddik HaDor. Not before long, the judge who was sitting in the middle called me and asked in a very pleasant and sensitive voice, 'What do you want?'
"I began to cry profusely, and was so overcome with emotion that I could not utter a word. The tzaddik reassured me, in the same voice, that he would listen carefully to every word of mine. It took all my strength to rein in my emotions, and I was finally able to cry out to the heavenly court: 'How could it be that I was taken away at such a young age from Olam HaZeh, and left behind young orphaned children without any guidance?'
"The tzaddik then asked me, 'Do you mean that your only concern is for your children, that they should grow up to be ehrlich [spiritually refined; not coarse]?'
"And I responded, 'Of course! My whole life was dedicated to chinuch; we lived in abject poverty only so that I could give the proper chinuch to my children.'
"I watched as the judges discussed my case, and then the tzaddik called me over to give their decision: 'The clear and pure words that you have uttered before us indicate that they are completely true, and we have decided to allow you to remain in Olam HaZeh for another twenty-two years.'
"Back at my funeral, the Chevra Kadisha, my family and all those who attended were astonished to see me sit up suddenly, and in their extreme fear, they all fled from the cemetery. I was left alone in the cemetery with hundreds of graves, but I remembered everything that had happened. At nightfall, I got up and walked home. Of course, there was a great tumult throughout Galicia about this awesome techias haMeisim [revival of the dead], but over time, things quieted down and it was forgotten.
"But I never forgot! I always wanted to know who this tzaddik from Olam HaZeh was, who was part of the Heavenly Tribunal, and in whose merit I was granted more years of life. I wanted to see his face and thank him personally. I began to travel throughout Galicia and Hungary in search of the tzaddik, whose image was always before my eyes. But I didn't find him! I gave up my search and returned home, but whenever someone from out of town came to our town, I told him my story and described the tzaddik, perhaps someone would know where I could find him.
"Over the course of time, I began to forget exactly what the tzaddik looked like. When I reached my forty-fourth birthday, I realized that the additional time allotted to me by the Beis Din was soon to expire. It upset me very much that I still hadn't found him in order to thank him. So I began again to inquire in all the shuls and Batei Midrashos [study halls], until I found a Polish Jew who had come to my town. I told him the story, and he asked for a description of the tzaddik. I remembered that his most distinguishing feature was that he was extremely tall; in fact, he was a 'head taller' than the other judges. 'It must be Rebbe Yechezkel of Kuzmir, who is indeed very tall,' he told me. 'In fact, when he needed a new hat, they needed to make a special order for it; and also for his walking stick.' [This walking stick has been passed down from father to son in the Kuzmir-Zvolin-Modzitz dynasty, and is indeed very large - much more than normal height].
"I left everything and went to Kuzmir, Poland. At the Tish on Friday night, I couldn't remember if the Rebbe's face was the same as the judge who was on that Heavenly Tribunal. However, his pleasant voice was somewhat familiar. Similarly at the second meal, I still wasn't sure if this tzaddik was the judge who had helped me. But at Shalosh Seudos, when I heard his awesome divrei Torah, I remembered clearly that this was exactly how his voice sounded when he was discussing my case in the Heavenly Court.
"It was at that very moment, when I was certain that he was the Tzaddik HaDor who told me that I could live for another twenty-two years, that he finished his divrei Torah, and said to me: 'Why are you staring at me so much? Don't you recognize me?' "
Zechuso yagein aleinu v'al kol Yisrael – May Rebbe Yechezkel’s merits protect us all!
Friday, January 11, 2008
A Man of Truth Becomes a Rebbe
This Shabbos, Heh [the 5th of] Shvat, is the Yahrzeit of HaRav HaKadosh Rebbe Yehuda Aryeh Leib Alter, better known as the Sfas Emes, the second Gerer Rebbe. [We previously wrote about him here].
He was the son of R. Avraham Mordechai zt"l, who was the eldest son of the Chiddushei HaRim [the first Rebbe] of Ger. He was born on Erev Rosh Chodesh Iyar 5607 (1847), and as a boy of only two, he was orphaned of his mother. When he was about nine years old, his father was also niftar [passed away], and he was brought up by his holy grandfather who treated him as a son, even rebuking him when necessary.
Once when the young boy came late to shiur [a Torah lesson], the Chiddushei HaRim rebuked him publicly, which he accepted in silence. His friends, who knew that he had been up all night learning, asked him why he did not tell his grandfather so. "It wouldn't have been worth forfeiting my grandfather's rebuke," replied the boy.
After his bar mitzva, he married the granddaughter of R. Baruch Tam, and continued living in Ger with the Chiddushei HaRim.
Upon the petira [passing] of the Chiddushei HaRim in Adar 5626 , most of his Chassidim crowned Rebbe Chanoch Henach of Alexander as their Rebbe. A minority went over to Rebbe Avraham of Chekhnov. At the tender age of 18, the young R. Yehuda Leib was appointed Av Beis Din of Ger, in place of his grandfather. Some of his grandfather’s Chassidim, including some of the prominent elder ones, wanted to crown him as their Rebbe, but he wouldn’t hear of it. In addition, his grandmother, the widowed Rebbetzin, could not bear the thought of anyone taking the seat of her late husband as the Rebbe. The Sfas Emes wavered for several months, until he finally opted to join the Chassidim of Alexander.
Four years later, Rebbe Chanoch Henach was on his deathbed, and he sent a letter to young R. Yehuda Leib, summoning him to come. Along with thousands of others, the Sfas Emes came to Alexander. On his last Shabbos, the Rebbe remained in his room near the beis medrash, bedridden. Rebbe Avraham of Porisov told the following: "The Alexander Rebbe instructed how to give out the aliyos to the Torah. I knew that the one who would receive Shishi, the sixth aliya, would be designated as his successor. I had good reason to believe that I would be chosen. When they came to Shishi, I fastened my gartel, and accepted the mastery of the Gerer Rebbe."
On 18 Adar 5630, Rebbe Chanoch Henach of Alexander passed away. Young Rebbe Yehuda Aryeh Leib returned to Ger, followed by thousands of Chassidim. No one asked him if he accepted this position or not, there was no hesitatation. The entire congregation of Alexander Chassidim accepted the mastery of the young Rebbe by an overwhelming majority. Only a few went over to Rebbe Avraham of Sochatchov, the Avnei Nezer.
But the young Sfas Emes did not accept this so readily. R. Tzvi Hersh, one of the elder, prominent Chassidim who had been the right-hand man of the Kotzker Rebbe [the Rebbe before the Chiddushei HaRim], came to the new Rebbe. The Sfas Emes asked him why didn’t he become the Rebbe?
"What do you want from the Chassidim? They should crown a Rebbe with a sefer Tehillim [Book of Psalms] in their hand, praying that he should live?" was the reply.
When the Piltzer Rav, R. Pinchas Eliyahu came in, the Sfas Emes complained, "Both my grandfather and the Alexander Rebbe were left to their latter years till they became Rebbes. I’m just starting out [my life], and I’m already closed in from all sides?"
The Piltzer Rav answered, "Even a Rebbe has to accept the Divine decree, and the 'suffering' of a Rebbe with love."
The Chassidim would not relent, and on Shavuos a huge throng arrived in Ger. The young Rebbe came into the Beis Medrash, filled from wall to wall with Chassidim, and said, "If I can’t keep you from coming, then we should strengthen each other, in friendship." But when he saw Rebbe Avraham of Porisov, he told him, "If you’re here, I’ll learn a bit from you, and you from me."
Upon the death of his grandfather, the Chiddushei HaRim, Rebbe Yehuda Leib was very careful not to sit in his seat, as mentioned above. This continued even after he became the Rebbe in Ger - he would sit in the middle of the table with the Chassidim. In fact, his successors - the Imrei Emes and the Beis Yisrael - continued this practice.
In addition, he refused to wear the special garments of the Rebbe – special hats [one for weekday and one for Shabbos] and a white silk bekeshe [long Chassidic coat] for Shabbos. The latter his grandfather had given him, but he only wore it to his chasuna [wedding]. Once more, the Porisover came to him and said, "If you are small in your own eyes, yet you are the head of the Jewish People. The Chassidim want their Rebbe to wear the special clothes, for the honor of this great house, his grandfather, our Rebbe, and his predecessors…"
"Your prayers have accomplished half," was the Rebbe’s response. Indeed, the Sfas Emes did wear the special Rebbishe hats; but on Shabbos, he did not wear the white garments…
Although he conducted a Tish that Shavuos, he still did not say divrei Torah in public until Sukkos of the following year. Finally, when he started giving forth his pearls of Torah wisdom, the world was astounded. These divrei Torah were printed in his famous sefer, Sfas Emes al HaTorah. His sefarim on Shas were also printed many times.
Some time later, after the original beis medrash had burnt down and a new one was built in its place, the Sfas Emes asked one of the Chassidim to make a sign, stating the purposes of the beis medrash. The Chassid had a sign printed: "This Beis Medrash is for Torah, Tefilla [prayer] and Chassidus." When the Sfas Emes saw this, he instructed him to remove the word "Chassidus" from the sign. He explained: "Someone is liable to come here and chat. If anyone criticizes him for this, he’ll say that he was speaking matters of Chassidus…"
Sfas emes tikon la’ad – the lips of truth are established forever. With these words, the holy Sfas Emes left this world, on 5 Shvat 5665. Zechuso yagein aleinu v’al Kol Yisrael - may his merits protect us all!
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
The Hornosteipler's Heartsong
As we are leaving the Rebbe Reb Zusia's yahrzeit, I would like to present a niggun of one of his direct descendants, Rebbe Mordechai DovBer Twerski Shlita, the Hornosteipel Rebbe. Now living in Flatbush, NY, the Rebbe journeyed back to his native Denver last fall, where he spent a Shabbos and had a Melave Malka. Thanks to a young man known as "Feivel Jay 770," we can now view seven clips from this Melave Malka on YouTube.
The above [Clip 3] is a lesser-known niggun of the Rebbe's, known as "Heartsong." The other clips are as follows:
Clip 1 - V'Ha'arev Na, a waltz [aka Im Eshkachech Yerushalayim]
Clip 2 - The Milwaukee March - composed by R. Michel Twerski Shlita
Clip 4 - Hishbati - composed by his father, Rebbe Shloime ZTvK"L
Clip 5 - The Denver March - composed together with his father.
Clip 6 - Lo Amus...Pis'chu Li - also from the Rebbe Shloime ZTvK"L
Psalm 126 - Shir HaMaalos, to the tune of V'Ha'arev Na.
I hope to be posting more interesting clips of Negina in the future. Stay tuned!
The Rebbe Reb Zusia – Perfect Tzedaka
Stoking the Fires of Divine Service
The Rebbe Reb Zusia and the Niggun of Forgiveness
The Tailor’s Wages
The Rebbe Reb Zusia and his family lived in abject poverty, but the Rebbe was always 'satisfied with his lot.' His wife was never accustomed to luxuries, and due to the dire straits, she managed to live very frugally, wearing the simplest of clothes - most of them old and used. However, she once desired to have a new dress made, and nudged her Rebbe Zusia until he finally was able to buy her the material. When she received it, she brought it to a tailor to have the dress made.
It was only a few days later that the Rebbe Reb Zusia saw his wife was again in distress. "Now what happened?" he inquired. "Didn’t you just have a new dress made, so why are you so sad?"
"What dress? I have no new dress at all!" was the response.
"How can that be? I myself gave you the materials for the dress," asked the Rebbe.
"When the tailor had finished making the new dress," she related, "I went to his shop to bring it home. As he was about to hand it over to me, he let out a deep, heartfelt sigh. I then asked him, 'What is the cause of your distress?' "
"He then explained: 'My daughter just became engaged to a fine boy, but due to our financial distress, I don’t have money for a proper dowry, or even for a wedding dress. As I was making your dress, the chasan [groom] saw it, and thought that surely this is for my daughter, his kallah [bride]. When he learned that it was for someone else, he became very angry, and caused me much pain and distress.' "
"Upon hearing the tailor’s woes, I didn’t hesitate, and gave him the dress as a gift for his daughter’s wedding. But now, I am distressed that I only have these tattered clothes to wear."
"You did a wonderful mitzva by giving your dress to the tailor’s daughter," said the Rebbe Reb Zusia, "and you have nothing to be distressed about. But did you pay the tailor for his work on the garment?"
"What!?" exclaimed his wife. "I gave him the entire garment - why should I have to pay him for the work?"
"Well, let’s see," said the tzaddik. "All week long, this poor tailor worked on your garment, in anticipation that by the week's end, he would be able to have some money to feed his wife and children. Now what should this poor man do? Where will he get the money to feed his hungry family? Is he guilty that you gave his daughter the dress as a gift, that he should be deprived of his wages?"
Listening to her husband, his wife immediately took out a loan in order to pay the tailor his wages. The tailor received a wedding dress for his daughter, as well as his earnings. And the Rebbe Reb Zusia and his wife? They were delighted to have done the mitzva of Tzedaka to perfection!
UPDATES: 1. Two more wonderful Rebbe Zusia stories [one of them in the comments] can be found at our friend, A Simple Jew, here.
2. There's also some lovely material on Rebbe Zusia at R. Tal Zwecker's Beer Mayim Chaim blog, here.
Zechuso yagein Aleinu v’al Kol Yisrael – May the Rebbe Reb Zusia's merits protect us all!