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The Delayed Answer The
Baal Shem Tov traversed the vicious mob, with the frightened young man at
his heels.
The
Delayed AnswerWhen the young
chasid heard that the Baal Shem Tov (the Besht) was going to spend
the Sabbath in Posen, he was anxious to accompany his rebbe. Alexei, the Besht's
gentile driver, readied the coach and they set out on the journey.
The
Besht never travelled in an ordinary manner. While the driver sat napping,
the horses were given free rein and ran at enormous speed. When the horses finally
stopped, the carriage was standing in a grassy wooded area. The Baal Shem Tov
took a flask and sent Alexei out to fill it with water from a spring.
He
returned with the water and the Besht gave it to the chasid, cautioning
him to make a blessing before drinking. As soon as he grasped the flask, he felt
an intense thirst and just managed to say the blessing. Then the Besht
and Alexei drank as well.
Everyone got back into the carriage. Once more,
Alexei fell into a deep sleep. The unreined horses continued at their unnatural
speed, coursing through the countryside. "We are going so fast, but we
don't seem to be reaching Posen," observed the chasid. But the Besht
was unconcerned, and replied, "We will be in Posen, G-d willing, at the proper
time."
They travelled throughout the night at the same enormous speed.
When they stopped the next morning, the Baal Shem Tov prayed at great length.
Then they resumed the trip. The hours passed in rapid travel, but the chasid,
who had travelled to Posen many times before, saw no familiar sites. Nevertheless,
he restrained himself from questioning the Besht.
Finally, the
horses drew to a stop outside a ruined shack and the Besht descended from the
carriage. They entered the house and there on the floor lay a sick old man surrounded
by his tattered, emaciated family. But when the old man saw the Besht,
he rose to his feet and embraced him. The two spoke in hushed tones for some time.
After the old man blessed the Baal Shem Tov they returned to the carriage and
continued their journey.
Shabbat was descending when at last they reached
the city of Posen. They alighted from the carriage on the Street of Students,
a place known for violent anti-Jewish riots. Sure enough, as soon as word had
spread that Jews had arrived they were surrounded by a vicious mob. The Besht
traversed the crowd, unafraid, with the frightened young man at his heels.
They
entered the house of a Jewish tailor, the only Jew tolerated by the locals because
of his useful trade. The tailor greeted his guests joyfully, but with trepidation.
"You have nothing to fear," the Besht assured him. Together with
the assistant tailors, they formed a minyan, and began the Mincha
service. But they were interrupted by the noise of a mob outside the door. The
Besht opened the door and focused his blazing eyes on the hooligans. Terror-struck,
they turned and fled.
When the story of this astonishing rabbi reached
the ears of a certain university professor, he burned with curiosity. What kind
of man could this be? He made his way to the tailor's house to observe the holy
Besht. The following day he returned and sat, eyes riveted on the majestic
figure of the rabbi. He listened intently to the Torah which was taught, and didn't
move until Havdala was recited.
When they had eaten the Melave
Malka meal, the Besht instructed the driver to bring the carriage and
they departed, travelling again at a fabulous speed. In no time they arrived back
in Brod. The young man was completely baffled. He worked up his nerve to question
the Besht. "I can't understand the point of this journey. Please allow
me to ask you three questions: First, why did we stop in the grassy area? Second,
who was the sick old man we visited? And third, why did we spend Shabbat with
the tailor in Posen?"
The Besht replied: "I will answer
two of your questions. "In the high grass there lay the bodies of two
murdered Jews who had never received a proper burial. By reciting the blessings
on the water, and praying the next morning we were able to elevate their souls.
"The sick old man was the greatest tzadik of our generation. He
was destined to be Moshiach, but since our generation was not prepared
for him, he was to pass away that very night. "As for your question about
the reason for going to Posen, you will decipher it yourself in due time."
Many years passed and one Shabbat the chasid happened to be in Posen.
He had occasion to visit the home of the rabbi there and spent a wonderful Shabbat,
absorbing the erudite Torah commentary of his host. Suddenly the young man was
struck by something his host had said. "I heard these very same words from
the Baal Shem Tov in the house of a tailor right here in Posen!" "Are
you the young man who accompanied the Besht?" asked the rabbi. "I
am." "You don't recognize me? I am the university professor who
was present. The words of the Besht caused me to attach myself to Judaism."
Now the chasid finally understood the purpose of the mysterious trip to
Posen. [Adapted by Yrachmiel Tilles from the rendition on www.lchaimweekly.org
(#289).]
Biographical note: Rabbi Yisrael, the
Baal Shem Tov ["master of the good Name"], a unique and seminal
figure in Jewish history, revealed the Chassidic movement and his own identity
as an exceptionally holy person, on his 36th birthday, 18 Elul 1734. He passed
away on the festival of Shavuot in 1760. He wrote no books, although many claim
to contain his teachings. One available in English is the excellent annotated
translation of Tzava'at Harivash, published by Kehos. For an ongoing online
translation of Sefer Baal Shem Tov, go to the above-mentioned www.baalshemtov.com.
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.
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