Weekly Chasidic Story #840 (s5774-18 / 27
Jewish Weightlifting in Haifa
"Those who go on Lubavitch outreach regularly know
this type a mile away. You could see the angry eyes and the way he was getting
ready to curse us out."
Reading--Its ending (Ex. 13:1-10,11-16) consists of two of the four paragraphs
written on parchment inside the tefillin boxes.
Jewish Weightlifting in Haifa
It was Friday afternoon in Haifa, a famously secular city where
workers would be soon leaving their desks, not for home or synagogue, but for
cinemas and nightclubs. Nevertheless, two young students of the Chabad Yeshiva
in Migdal HaEmek, Yitzchok Levin and Eyal Blau, faithfully combed the main street,
as they did every week, in search of outreach activity. Since it was the Friday
before 3 Tammuz, the anniversary of the passing of the Lubavitcher Rebbe,
the students decided to extend their route in order to reach even more Jews
and enable them to wrap tefilin, the "phylacteries" worn by
men during prayer.
That is how they heard the following story.
"I noticed a huge office building," Yitzchok began,
"and we decided to go in, even though it was almost Shabbat. As soon as
we entered the first floor, I noticed an open dentist's office. We walked in
and saw the dentist sitting and talking on the phone.
"Just one look at him made us nervous. Those who go on outreach
regularly know this type a mile away. You could see the angry eyes and the way
he was getting ready to curse us out.
"Well, what we were afraid of came to pass. As soon as he finished his
phone conversation, he bombarded us with questions, in an angry and even demeaning
"We weren't scared off, though. We're used to reactions like
this. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost Shabbat. As the man was
plainly only listening to himself, I motioned to my friend to leave.
"We were standing on the threshold when suddenly Ayal turned
toward the dentist and shouted in the same number of decibels, 'Hey, Jew! You've
been in this world for forty years now. You eat and sleep, but what's with your
soul? You think you're yelling at us, but you are really yelling at the Lubavitcher
Rebbe, who has helped thousands of Jews do good deeds!' And he went on in this
"In my mind's eye I could picture the dentist getting up and hitting us,
but that's not what happened. When he heard the Rebbe's name, he trembled, his
face fell, and an uncomfortable look flashed in his eyes.
"After my friend finished his tirade, the dentist said in surprise, 'Oh,
you're from the Lubavitcher Rebbe!?' His voice was so calm and quiet that we
wondered if this could really be the same man we had just been talking to!
"`Sit down," he said. 'You probably think I don't know your Rebbe.
Listen, and I'll tell you who the Lubavitcher Rebbe is.'
"The anger in our hearts immediately changed to curiosity. We sat down
and the dentist began his tale.
'I grew up in Vienna, and my sole connection with Judaism was through the Zionist
youth movement in our city. After I finished school I moved here, to Israel,
and was drafted. During the Six-Day War I served as a combat officer on the
'In the course of my work as a dentist, I got to know a religious girl from
Boro Park who was visiting here. We stayed in touch even after she returned
home. At some point I returned to Vienna.
'A few months went by and with her agreement, I decided to go to New York in
order to meet her and ask her parents for her hand in marriage. I visited her
home. Her parents were gracious, but when I left the house, the father came
out with me. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he said I must break up with his
'"You don't deserve to be my son-in-law," he declared.
'I was shocked. I truly wondered what was wrong with me. After all, I was a
dentist, an officer, an Israeli, tall and good-looking, making nice money--in
short, I had it all. "He doesn't know what he's missing out on," I
thought sadly. "Other people would be proud to have a son-in-law like me.
Not only that, but if I married his daughter, she would get me to become religious."
'I was still thinking this over when my cousin Yaakov, with whom I was staying
in America, appeared. Seeing me upset, he asked what was wrong, and I told him
what had just happened.
'He brightened. "Listen, not far from here lives a great rabbi who everybody
talks about. Maybe you should visit him and he can explain what happened, or
maybe he would even agree to convince the father."
'A few weeks later I met privately with the Rebbe. The Rebbe listened with great
interest as I told him at length about the area where I grew up, the Jewish
community, my army service, and then finally, the reason I was there. I told
the Rebbe about our desire to marry and the father's veto.
'When I finished my story, the Rebbe told me to get up. To my surprise he looked
me over in satisfaction and said, "I'm pleased. Until now I was pleased.
Now I'm even more pleased."
'Having no idea what the Rebbe was talking about, I waited for him to continue.
'The Rebbe began by explaining that in the Jewish America of today there was
unprecedented assimilation and intermarriage. People practically gave no thought
as to the nationality or religion of their future spouses.
'"Now," said the Rebbe, "if somebody were to tell me that an
observant Jew took a dentist, who was also an officer and a nice-looking fellow,
despite the fact that he was not observant, for a son-in-law, I wouldn't be
at all surprised. But when you tell me that here, in America, there are Jews
who consider the Torah more important than the honor they would get when people
heard they got 'a young man from Eretz Yisrael,' I am very pleased.
'"That's why I asked you to stand up--so I could see how tall you are and
how well-built. To believe that a Jew from Boro Park gave you up despite all
your good qualities--just because he wants an observant man for his daughter!"
'I was in shock. I had come to tell the Rebbe my sorry tale, and here the Rebbe
was telling me he was happy about it!
'Despite what the Rebbe had said thus far, I kept trying. "Rebbe! Who knows?
Maybe if I marry her, I would try to live more like she does, and I would even
return to the faith. Why shouldn't I get a chance?"
'The Rebbe answered with a parable. "There are two friends--one on the
top of a mountain where there are plenty of delicious fruits, and one on the
bottom of the mountain without fruits. The one on top tosses a few fruits down
to the one on the bottom, and when the one on the bottom tastes them he sees
how good they are. With his friend's help, he makes it to the top of the mountain.
But this happened only because the one on the bottom tasted the fruits and saw
how good they were. If he hadn't tasted them, he would never have made the attempt
to climb to the summit."
'The Rebbe gazed at me penetratingly and said, "You're not even willing
to lift 200 grams, and you want to be a Boro Parker?"
'I wracked my brains trying to figure out what the Rebbe was referring to when
he said "you won't even lift 200 grams," but came up with nothing.
Had I tried to lift something weighing 200 grams and not succeeded?
'With that my encounter with the Rebbe ended, and I left both confused and disappointed.
Meanwhile my cousin was still waiting outside, and I told him what the Rebbe
'"I had no idea what the Rebbe was referring to when he said I couldn't
even lift 200 grams," I explained.
'Yaakov pondered it over for a few seconds and then jumped up. "Tell me,
do you wrap tefilin every morning?'
'"No, I don't. I've never even given it a second thought."
'"Nu," Yaakov declared, "that's what the Rebbe meant! You're
not even willing to place 200 grams of tefilin on you. So what makes
you think you'll change your lifestyle and fulfill all 613 mitzvot simply
because you're marrying someone?
'"First, start doing mitzvot on your own--just basic things like
tefilin--and then with her help or the help of a good friend, see how
far you can go."
'This time it was my turn to get excited. "What a Rebbe! How wise he is!"
'Sometime later, I married a religious woman, thank G-d, we have three children,
thank G-d, all yeshiva graduates. The first is named Menachem, after
the Rebbe, of course. My daughter leads a religious life, and even though I
still have a lot to work on personally, whatever I do have is in the merit of
"We sat and listened to his story," concluded Yitzchok, "and
when he finished I asked him, 'Nu, after a story like that about 200 grams,
are you still not ready to put on tefilin?'
"The dentist looked at me slyly and said with a smile, 'Since that encounter
with the Rebbe, my morning exercise consists of lifting 200 grams on my arm."
Source: Adapted by Yerachmiel Tilles from a mailing of the Avner
Connection: Weekly Reading-Its ending (Ex. 13:1-10,11-16) consists of two of
the four paragraphs written on parchment inside the tefilin boxes.
Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson, the Lubavitcher Rebbe:
[11 Nissan 5662 - 3 Tammuz 5754 (April 1902 - June 1994 C.E.)], became the seventh
Rebbe of the Chabad dynasty after his father-in-law's passing on 10 Shvat 5710
(1950 C.E.). He is widely acknowledged as the greatest Jewish leader of the
second half of the 20th century. Although a dominant scholar in both the revealed
and hidden aspects of Torah and fluent in many languages and scientific subjects,
the Rebbe is best known for his extraordinary love and concern for every Jew
on the planet. His emissaries around the globe dedicated to strengthening Judaism
number in the thousands. Hundreds of volumes of his teachings have been printed,
as well as dozens of English renditions.
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