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Weekly Chasidic Story #1359 (5784-16) 13 Tevet 5784 (Dec.25, 2023) k "The 12th Century Rabbi Who Travelled the World" The Rambam ordered his servants to set up the Ibn Ezra in a room with a pile of onions. He was to peel onions for the next three days. The Ibn Ezra was not very pleased with this arrangement. Connection: The yahrzeit of the Rambam is on 2o Tevet (this year: Jan. 1, 2024) There is a major annual pilgrimage to his burial site in neighboring Tiverya (Tiberias).
Story in PDF format for more convenient printing The 12th Century Rabbi Who Travelled the World
Rabbi Avraham Ibn-Ezra, the famous 12 century biblical commentator, led an extremely difficult life. In the introduction to his commentary on Koheles, he writes that he could not find success in any manner of making a living that he tried. His bad fortune was such, he wrote in one of his poems, "if he were to sell candles, the sun would never set; if he should deal in shrouds, no one would ever die." Still, despite his challenging experiences, the Ibn Ezra recognized that each difficulty was a blessing in disguise, a stepping stone on which to draw closer to The Creator and His infinite kindness. The Ibn Ezra had vast knowledge in Torah, science, mathematics, philosophy, poetry and Hebrew grammar. He spent the latter third of his life traveling to different parts of the world to acquire knowledge from the experts in different fields. One of the great men whom the Ibn Ezra wanted to obtain knowledge from was the Rambam, Rabbi Moshe ben Maimon. He traveled to Egypt to spend time in the company of the Rambam and gain from his wisdom. When he arrived, the Rambam ordered his servants to set up the Ibn Ezra in a room with a pile of onions. He was to peel onions for the next three days. The Ibn Ezra was not very pleased with this arrangement. He had wanted to learn from the Rambam, and instead he was put to task peeling onions like a kitchen maid. However, since he was a guest in the Rambam's home and thus depended on his host for food, he had no choice but to obey. He stood over a mountain of onions, peeling one after the other, the pungent scent causing his eyes to water terribly. Tears streamed down his cheek as he worked his way removing the brown skin on onion after onion. Soon, servants arrived, and upon instruction from the Rambam, held buckets to his cheeks to collect his tears. For three torturous days, he sat with burning eyes and wet cheeks, peeling and chopping onions as his tears dripped into containers. He could not understand why he was subject to such cruelty. On the fourth day, he was brought before the Rambam who embraced him warmly and greeted him with tremendous respect. "Shalom Aleichem, Rabbeinu Avraham ben Ezra!" Confused, the Ibn Ezra responded, "I've heard so much about you, and I want to learn from your knowledge… but why did you treat me so sadistically for three days?" Instead of responding, the Rambam asked a servant to bring the bucket containing the Ibn Ezra's tears. "Look carefully into the container," he told his guest. The Ibn Ezra peered inside. Crawling, creeping, swimming inside the puddle of tears were tiny bugs. "As soon as I saw you, I knew it was urgent for you to cry profusely for three days, to rid your eyes of these poisonous bugs," The Rambam said quietly. The Ibn Ezra was astounded at the brilliance of the Rambam, of his incredible diagnostic skills and medical know-how. The Rambam and the Ibn Ezra spent a lot of time together, sharing each other's wisdom. The days passed, and it was time for the Ibn Ezra to move. He left by ship to travel to another part of the world to acquire a different kind of knowledge. In the midst of the journey, the ship was captured by pirates. They killed the captain, plundered the cargo of all valuable items, and shackled the passengers to be sold on the slave market. On a low platform, his hands and feet tightly bound, the Ibn Ezra was put up for sale. A wealthy priest arrived at the market to shop for some new slaves. He scrutinized the row of captives carefully before stopping in front of the Ibn Ezra. "Are you smart?" He demanded. The Ibn Ezra hesitated and then responded carefully, "I am good at math." "I, too, am excellent in mathematics," The priest told him. He cited a complicated calculation for the Ibn Ezra to compute. In a heartbeat, the Ibn Ezra fired back the correct answer. "My turn," the Ibn Ezra said with a soft smile and proceeded to ask the priest a complex mathematical equation of his own. The priest was silent, his mind churning, but he could not keep track of all parts of the equation in his head and was forced to admit defeat. Upon hearing the answer, he was deeply impressed. "I'll take this one!" the priest called to the slave dealer, gesturing at the Ibn Ezra and counting out coins to pay for his new slave. The chains were removed, and the Ibn Ezra became the property of the priest. When they reached the priest's home, the Ibn Ezra was brought to his master's study and shown his business ledger. The priest recognized his slave's unsurpassed brilliance and wished to take full advantage of it. "You will be my finances coach," he said to the Ibn Ezra. "I want you to give me advice on various business issues. For example, I am unsure if selling my sheep now would be a sound business decision. What do you say?" "How many sheep do you have?" The Ibn Ezra asked, carefully noting the answer. "How much does it cost to feed them? How many slaves do you have caring for these sheep? How much does it cost to feed those slaves?" Using the information that the priest provided, the Ibn Ezra skillfully sketched a profit and loss calculation for either side of the decision, allowing his master to easily compare and reach the most profitable conclusion. Impressed and satisfied by the Ibn Ezra's work, the priest offered him a meal.
He took it very well when he heard his new slave's strange dietary requirements
and made special arrangements for him. Overall, the Ibn Ezra was treated decently. A few days later, a royal messenger arrived to summon the priest for a sudden audience with the king. Anxious about the unexpected summons, the priest quickly dressed in his clerical robes and hurried to the palace. He was brought before the king and bowed deeply. "My dear advisor," the king said to him. "I have a large pool of consultants and counselors, and I want to downsize to a select group of only the most intelligent men. I am therefore subjecting all my advisors to a small test to weed out the less bright from among them. I now will also ask you three questions, which you must answer within the next three days in order to retain your position on my advisory council." The priest bowed respectfully even as his stomach turned. He was versed enough in the manners of the court to detect the hidden threat in the king's words. If he could not answer the king's questions, he knew, his fate would be far worse than just a demotion from the king's council. His very life hung on providing the king with satisfactory answers. The king began. "My first question is: Which direction is G-d facing?" The priest nodded, keeping his features even. Inside, though, he was in turmoil. He hadn't the faintest idea of what to answer! "Question two," the king continued. "What can travel around the world in a single day?" The priest's knees turned to jelly and he struggled to retain his composure. What would be? The king was asking impossible questions! "And now my third question," the king said slowly. "How much am I worth?" This was the most difficult question of all. There was no answer the priest could give that would satisfy the king. If he said too little, he would almost certainly insult the king, and if he said too much, he would be accused of flattery. It was a lose-lose. The priest left the palace, his mood low. He could not eat or sleep. He watched his new slave work brilliantly through financial calculations, but decided against asking him for assistance in answering the king. In his depressed state, his pride would not allow him to humble himself and ask for help. He was just as smart as the Jew! A day passed. Two. The priest grew depressed. He was staring a noose in the eye, and he saw no way out. "Something seems to be troubling you," the Ibn Ezra probed, seeing his worried expression. The priest took a deep breath. As much as he loathed consulting his slave, he recognized that he really did not have much of a choice. Curtly, he explained the situation. Then he broke even further and actually begged his slave for help. "Please, tell me the answers," he pleaded. "If you can provide satisfactory answers, I will set you free." "I have a better idea," the Ibn Ezra responded after a moment. He did not trust his master's word that he would be granted emancipation. "Instead of me giving you answers that may or may not be accepted," he began, I'll dress in your clothing and present myself to the king in your stead. If he is satisfied with my answers and I return back to you, you will set me free then. If he is disappointed with my responses, then he'll kill me in your stead, and you will be able to escape." The priest liked this idea, which removed the danger from his head entirely. He gave his slave his robes to wear to his audience with the king. The Ibn Ezra asked his master for some coins to purchase supplies to use as part of his presentation to the king. Then he put on the priest's clerical robes and set out to the palace. On his way, he stopped at a religious goods store and purchased a small statue for eight francs. He entered another shop and purchased a single candle. Then he continued on his way to the royal residence. He was led into the king's chamber, and he bowed, his eyes peeking out from beneath the large hood of the robe he was wearing. A row of dignitaries stood in a semi-circle beside the king, waiting to witness the priest's brilliance. If he would be able to answer the questions, he would be promoted as the king's foremost advisor. If not, he would become a head shorter. "Tell me," the king called out in a thunderous voice. "In which direction is G-d facing?" "Your Majesty," the Ibn Ezra responded, impersonating the priest's voice with surprising accuracy as he reached into one of his cavernous pockets and removing a small wax cylinder. "Do I have your permission to light this candle?" The king gave a curt nod. "Proceed." The Ibn Ezra ignited the wick at the head of the candle and placed it in the center of the room. The soft candlelight glowed equally in all directions surrounding it. "Your noble Majesty," the 'priest' continued, stepping away from the candle. "G-d is facing the same direction as the candle is facing." The king smiled, accepting this answer. He moved on to his next question. "Can you tell me what travels around the world in a single day?" "The sun," the 'priest' responded. "Very well," the king said, impressed. "As for my last and most difficult question: How much am I worth?" The Ibn Ezra did not miss a beat. "Your value is six francs, Your Majesty." The dignitaries gasped. The king stood up, his face flaming. Each word he uttered was like a firebomb. "Six francs! That's all you think I'm worth?" The 'priest' removed the small idol from within his deep pockets and held it up for all to see. "Your god is worth eight francs in the marketplace," he said carefully. "It would therefore be logical that His Majesty, our great ruler, is worth just two francs less." The king was amazed by this clever rejoinder. "I'd like to ask you one more question," he said slowly. "Tell me, what am I thinking now?" "You are thinking, 'who is talking to me, a priest or a rabbi?'" the Ibn Ezra said quietly. "That is exactly what I am thinking!" the king exclaimed. The Ibn Ezra threw back the hood of his robe and bowed. "Your Majesty, my true name is Avraham, and I am a Jew from a faraway land. I was captured by pirates and sold as a slave to the priest. I've given you the answers you sought, and I'm happy to assist you further with anything you may need." The king grew furious at the priest for cowardly sending his slave to respond to the king's questions in his stead. He ordered his soldiers to arrest the priest and kill him. He then instructed his servants to transfer the priest's property and possessions to the Ibn Ezra as a reward for his brilliance. The Ibn Ezra remained with the king for a few days to give him wise advice and assist him with some government affairs. Then, he returned all the money and possessions the king had given him and begged to be allowed to go back to his family instead. The king arranged for a ship to bring the Ibn Ezra home, and before long, he was at last reunited with his beloved family. In later years the Ibn Ezra would say that although he wasn't privy to the reason why he had to go through such an exile and ordeal - being captured by pirates, being sold into slavery, and being separated from his family for so long. However, he was confident that since then, the king was treating his Jewish subjects with a fair hand. Through his suffering, the Jewish community in that country would receive the gift of benevolent rule, and for that alone, it was worthwhile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Compiler's note: Biographic profiles: Rabbi Moshe ben Maimon; [of blessed memory: (1135 - 20 Tevet 1204) known as the Rambam- the Hebrew acronym of his name, or as Maimonides. was one of the most important Torah scholars in the last 1000 years. Born in Cordoba, Spain, he fled with his parents and family from persecution to North Africa, passing through Morocco and Israel, and eventually settling in Egypt, where he became the Sultan's personal physician. His numerous books, including Mishna Torah and Guide to the Perplexed, were --and still are -- influential in the three fields of Jewish law, philosophy and medicine. Connection: The yahrzeit of the Rambam is on the 20th of Tevet (2024:
Jan. 1:). There is a major annual pilgrimage to his burial site in neighboring
Tiverya (Tiberias).
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