Parashas Tesaveh 5781 – The Wheel Turns

The first commandment of the Parasha is: “You shall instruct the Bnei Yisrael to take for you beaten olive oil, crushed for illumination, to light a lamp continually.” The language is lacking the basic grammar rules; but it is reminiscent of the first Verse of Parashas Teruma, where the Bnei Yisrael are commanded to “take for me donations” for the purpose of building the Tabernacle. What prevented the Torah to use the proper verb, which is “to give”? The Ohr Hachaim explains according to the Zohar Chadash [8a]: “Rabbi Yossi ben Chalafta questions why the current exile is lasting so long. Rabbi Yitzchak answers, in the name of Rabbi Himnuna, that the first three redemptions were in the merit of the three Patriarchs; the fourth redemption, however, will be in the merit of Moshe. He adds that since this exile is the result of forsaking the Torah, which Hashem gave to Moshe, Hashem will redeem them when they occupy themselves once again with His Torah; He will do so in the merit of Moshe.” The Zohar [Mishpatim 120a] offers the very same answer: “Moshe is the redeemer who redeemed our forefathers; he will redeem us and return the children to their land.” Moshe took us out of Egypt and will also redeem us from this current exile. The Ohr Hachaim concludes “this is the reason for the lengthy exile; so long as Yisrael do not conform themselves to the Torah and the Mitzvos, Moshe is unwilling to redeem a nation who is remiss in Torah study”. This explanation raises some difficulties; After the sin of the Golden calf Hashem decided to decimate the people of Israel as stated: “Now let My anger burn against them and I shall annihilate them; and I shall make you a great nation” [Shemos 32:10]. To which Moshe replied: “Now bear their sin; otherwise, erase me now from Your book that You have written” [Shemos 32:32]. Clearly, Moshe meant that he would prefer to share the fate of his flock rather than benefitting alone. So, why would he now be so reluctant to redeem us unconditionally? What then triggered Moshe’s absolute refusal to redeem us unless we stop neglecting the Torah and the Mitzvos? We can expand on this notion based on what the Bnei Yissaschar writes [Sivan 6, 2] in the name of the great Rabbi Pinchas of Koritz, zy”a. He explains that for everything in the world, an intermediate stage exists connecting the two polar extremes. The monkey represents the intermediate stage between the animal kingdom and human beings possessing the power of speech. “Tosefes Shabbos” — the extension of the actual Shabbos — represents the intermediate stage between Shabbos and the weekdays. The neshamos of “gerim” — converts — represent the intermediate stage between Yisrael and the nations of the world. It is precisely for this reason that Hashem gave us the Torah. For, it represents the intermediate stage connecting man — a lowly, corporeal creature — with Hashem — a spiritual entity beyond all human comprehension and physical comparisons that all living creatures depend on. By engaging in Torah study, Yisrael connect with their Father in Heaven. This is the message conveyed by the Zohar’s statement: these three entities are connected via the Torah – Hashem, the Torah and Yisrael. We can only be saved if we extend the hand to be pulled out from this miserable exile. The only way is through Torah study and by performing the Mitzvos. Then, the wheel will turn, in our favor, and our salvation will occur with great panache. Sometimes the wheel turns in the wrong direction, but for good reasons! In a small town, there lived a young couple. The husband had learned in yeshivah before his marriage and continued to learn for a few years afterwards. Eventually, it came time to think about earning a living. He went into business, using his wife’s dowry for his start-up costs. His efforts met with success, and within a few years he became very wealthy. As the young man became richer, his commitment to his business became greater and greater, until it became the entire focus of his life. All that mattered to him was amassing more and more wealth. In the same village, there were many people living in great poverty. Some had to beg just to keep body and soul together. Others in the village collected money to keep communal charities afloat. The young wife was very generous, and no one asking for help left the house empty-handed. The husband, on the other hand, became very stingy. The richer he got, the more his wife’s charity bothered him. Eventually, he commanded his wife not to give anything more to those needy people. Of all the festivals throughout the year, Purim was the hardest for him. On Purim we are commanded to give gifts of food and charity to the poor (mishloach manos and matanos la’evyonim). Fulfilling these commandments didn’t interest him at all. No one sent anything to him—they all despised him and his stinginess—and he didn’t see why he should have to give them anything either. After suffering with these commandments for a year or two, he found an innovative solution. He sent a simple mishloach Manos consisting of a baked potato and a hamantash to his business manager, and he tossed a few pennies to some beggars sitting in the doorway of the synagogue when he came to hear the Megillah reading. And with this, he considered his obligation fulfilled. As he sat at a table that was overflowing with food, about to begin his eight-course Purim feast, he heard knocking at the door. He was extremely surprised. It had been a long time since anyone had approached him for money. He sent his wife to see who it was, and as soon as she opened the door he heard, “Happy Purim! Happy Purim! We’re looking for donations in honor of Purim.” At the door was a group of masked charity collectors. They were going from house to house collecting money for “Passover wheat,” the charitable fund that provides Passover supplies for the poor. (Making “Passover wheat” contributions is an ancient tradition that still takes place today.) There is only one short month from Purim to Pesach, and the needs of the poor at this time of year were great. And so, the town’s young Torah scholars would dress up in costumes and collect money for the poor. No one in the village refused them. Well, almost no one. When this man’s wife returned to the table and asked her husband to give at least a small donation, he yelled at her and told her to send them away empty-handed. Bowing her head in humiliation, she was forced to turn them away and close the door. The next day, when the rich man returned to work, he discovered that he had suffered a large loss from an investment that had gone bad. Within a few short weeks, this loss was followed by another sizeable loss, and his fortunes continued to plummet until he was forced to sell everything he had, even his wife’s jewelry. One day, he finally had to admit to his wife that he had no choice but to beg for charity. He gave her a stark choice: either don the beggar’s cloak and collect with him, or accept a divorce and relinquish his financial obligations to her. His wife, who had suffered from his stinginess for years, decided to accept a divorce. In time, she married a young widower, a man with a pleasant personality who was well liked by his neighbors, and they lived a quiet, peaceful life together. They made their home in a nearby village and were known as decent, honest people. Her new husband didn’t stop her from inviting guests into their home and even encouraged her, inviting the poor of the village in himself after he saw that she didn’t mind. He was very generous and gave money to charity whenever he could. Perhaps it was in her merit, or perhaps in his, but his business prospered, and they were also blessed with two beautiful children, a boy and a girl. It was a warm Jewish home, and they lived a happy life together. The festival of Purim came around one year, and as the family was sitting down to their holiday meal they heard knocking at the door. The wife got up to see who it was and saw a poor stranger standing there. His clothing was tattered, and she could tell just by looking at him that he was starving. She invited him in, and her husband set an extra place at the table. The beggar could barely keep himself from wolfing down the food. He ate from all the different dishes and delicacies until he couldn’t eat anymore. As he finally put down his fork, there were tears in his eyes. It is unclear whether these were tears of gratitude or tears of sadness at the contrast between this family’s happiness and his own dire condition. But his hosts did everything they could to cheer him up so that he could be joyful on the happy festival. They also gave him money so that he could buy new clothes for himself. After Purim, when they had finished cleaning up and putting their children to bed, the husband and wife sat down and talked about the events of the day. “I really feel for that poor man,” the husband told his wife. “I remember when I used to be poor like that. There was this one Purim when I was starving, and I was going to this rich man, not so far from here, in the hope of getting something to eat. He was supposed to be a real miser, but I figured that he might at least give me something to eat in honor of Purim, even if he wouldn’t give me any money. As I was approaching the house, I met a group of collectors who had been sent away. He didn’t even agree to talk to them. I lost hope of getting anything from him and didn’t bother knocking. “How wonderful the world is. Now, not only do I have plenty to eat and a happy life with you, but we’re actually able to invite guests and give food and charity to others. At the same time, we should never forget that everything we have comes from above, and is only ours for as long as He wants it to be. He gave it to us as a present so that we can use it to help others, but if He wants He could take it from us and leave us as destitute as that poor man. Who knows? Maybe that man once had money, maybe he was even rich. G-d lowers the proud and raises the lowly. G-d turns the wheel of wealth, bringing people high and low.” “You’re right on target, my dear husband,” his wife said, wiping tears from her eyes. “That beggar was not only rich, he was the same miser you wanted to approach that Purim, the one who sent those charity collectors away in such disgrace.” “How on earth can you know this?” her husband asked in surprise. “I know because I was there,” she said softly. “As that man left our house today, it struck me. Our guest was none other than my first husband.”

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