Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Chag Sameach


For the eight days of Sukkot, we build a thatched hut with three walls which is called a Sukkah.  For those who have had the privilege of doing so, you will know that a Sukkah is a very holy place.  Just to walk inside it brings a feeling of peace and spirituality.  We eat, drink and some even sleep in their sukkahs.  More than usual, we acknowledge our dependence on G-d for the weather (which can often be rainy and/or windy during the festival, as if to test our endurance qualities).

Sukkot begins tonight (Wednesday).  I will not be blogging again until after Shabbat - 3 days. 

Chag Sameach everyone!

Story: The Dry Sukkah - from The Baal Shem Tov's Teachings on the Torah

"During these seven days you must live in Succahs (thatched huts). This is so that future generations will know that I (G·d) had the Israelites live in Succahs when I brought them out of Egypt." Leviticus 23:42-43

One year, in the holy community of Kitov, it poured with rained on the first night of Succos. Rabbi Chaim, a great Torah scholar and opponent to the fledgling Chassidic movement ("the Sect"), was slightly aggravated that he would not be unable to enjoy the first night in the Succah.
While waiting in his house for the rain to abate, Reb Chaim saw one of his acquaintances casually walking down the street as if he had already finished his Yom Tov meal in the Succah. When Rabbi Chaim inquired as to where he was going, the man told him that he was returning from having dinner in the Succah of Rabbi Gershon Kitover (the brother-in-law and close follower of the Baal Shem Tov).

"And Rabbi Chaim," he continued, "there was a miracle there because not a single drop of rain was falling through the schach."

Rabbi Chaim asked his son to go to Rabbi Gershon's Succah and see if it really wasn't raining there. When his son came to the Rabbi Gershon's Succah, he looked in and sure enough, everyone was sitting, talking and eating. There was not a single drop of rain coming through the schach into the Succah. Rabbi Gershon invited Rabbi Chaim's son to join them but he refused, explaining that he had to return to have Yom Tov dinner with his father.

When the son returned, he told his father, Rabbi Chaim, that it was true. "Father, Rabbi Gershon was sitting in his Succah, and I saw with my own eyes that there was not even a single drop of rain coming into the Succah."

Rabbi Chaim rolled his eyes. Of course he believed his son's report but he wasn't that impressed. The rain finally relented and Rabbi Chaim and his son went into their own wet Succah for Kiddush and the Yom Tov meal. Naturally, they discussed the miracle of Rabbi Gershon's dry Succah and other miracles that the so-called tzaddikim (Holy men) of the Sect were able to do. Rabbi Chaim said, "In my opinion, creating such miracles, as obviously done by our friend Rabbi Gershon, is against the spirit of the Torah."

Early the next morning, Rabbi Chaim and Rabbi Gershon met on their way to the mikveh (ritual bath), in preparation for fulfilling the mitzvah of the lulav and esrog.

"Rabbi," said Rabbi Gershon to Rabbi Chaim, "I understand that you were sitting in your Succah last night and speaking loshon hara (slander) about me."

Rabbi Chaim answered with astonishment, "How did you find out about what I said in my Succah? I was sitting there completely alone with my son. And I'm sure he didn't tell you what I said. The only logical answer is that a Heavenly angel told you. But that seems impossible because an angel does not have the authority to speak loshon hara."

Rabbi Gershon answered, "Our Sages teach us that 'Whoever fulfills one mitzvah acquires one angel to speak up in his defense, and whoever does one transgression acquires one prosecuting angel to speak against him.' So it was that prosecuting angel who you created last night by your loshon hara about me who came and told me what you said."

And so it was.

Freely adapted by Tzvi Meir HaCohane (Howard M. Cohn, Patent Attorney) from a story found in Treasury of Chassidic Tales on the Festivals by Rabbi S.Y. Zevin