By Rabbi Levi Yitzchok Ginsberg
R’ Leibele Eiger, the grandson of the famous gaon
Rabbi Akiva Eiger (son of the gaon R’ Shlomo Eiger) became a Kotzker
chassid. We won’t go into all the details of his story, how the Chassidim
took note of this very special lamdan and gaon, R’ Leibele Eiger,
what they did to arouse his interest in chassidus, and the trials they
put him through in order to prove to him how his yiras Shamayim up until
then wasn’t real. In short, R’ Leibele became an ardent chassid and
follower of R’ Menachem Mendel of Kotzk.
When R’ Leibele’s family got word of this, particularly his
father, a staunch misnaged, that his son was ensnared by the "cult" and
had become a chassid, they were devastated. They mourned for him and, as
was customary in those days, they sat Shiva for him. Some say they sat
Shiva twice as for one who became an apostate, r’l.
Although the grandfather, R’ Akiva Eiger, was not a
chassid, he wasn’t as strongly opposed as his son (the Mitteler Rebbe met R’
Akiva Eiger in the summer of 5585 [1825], and in a special letter printed in his
Igros Kodesh, Vol. 1, p. 281, the Mitteler Rebbe describes their
encounter to his son-in-law, the Tzemach Tzedek) and he wanted to check out the
reports and see if things were really as bad as he had heard.
R’ Akiva Eiger sent a reliable person to Kotzk to investigate
his grandson’s behavior and to ascertain whether he was still a G-d-fearing Jew.
He gave the man signs by which he could tell whether his grandson was only
externally G-d-fearing or was a yerei Shamayim through and through.
According to the way the story is told, one of the signs was to see if he was
particular about washing his hands properly and b’hiddur.
The shliach arrived in Kotzk and began searching for
the "outstanding young man," R’ Leibele, the son of the "incredible genius," R’
Shlomo Eiger, grandson of the "famous genius," R’ Akiva Eiger.
These descriptions elicited the scorn of the Chassidim of
Kotzk, who expressed their feelings about these exalted titles in no uncertain
terms: How did he dare utter these adjectives in the bastion of truth which was
Kotzk? Finally someone did him a favor and said, "Oh! You must mean Leibel
Shlomo. You’ll probably find him sitting at some farbrengen."
You can well imagine how shocked the shliach was, a
G-d-fearing Jew who was careful to give fitting honor to the Torah and to Torah
scholars. He certainly didn’t anticipate such blatant disregard for Torah and
for such outstanding Torah scholars.
He did his best to locate Leibel Shlomo, and when he did, he
watched him closely. He observed his general conduct, particularly the signs R’
Akiva had given him, and found that R’ Leibel’s yiras Shamayim was
intact. Perhaps this is why he was so bothered that R’ Leibel was in Kotzk, of
all places.
What surprised the shliach more than anything else was
the fact that R’ Leibel devoted so much time to farbrengens. The table
was set with many bottles of vodka and herring, and the participants not only
said l’chaim numerous times, but also drank, sat lost in thought a lot,
and were quiet a great deal of the time. Even when from time to time the
shliach heard them discussing inyanim, they weren’t divrei Torah
in the usual sense.
"Why do you devote so much time to these farbrengens?"
the shliach asked R’ Leibel directly. "If you were someone who wasn’t so
learned and you were unaware of the preciousness of Torah – okay, you could
spend your time telling stories and singing. But you?! You know how to learn!
You appreciate the value of Torah! How can you allow yourself to waste so much
time on these things?"
"I have nothing to tell you. A misnaged like you
simply cannot understand," replied Leibel, shocking the shliach all the
more. "If you want to understand it anyway, let’s try going to my Rebbe. Maybe
there you will get an answer to your question."
The shliach agreed to go to the top, to the one
responsible for everything going on there, and to hear his explanation. The
shliach went to R’ Menachem Mendel of Kotzk and presented his complaints.
"You take promising young men, those who can learn and who made great strides in
Torah study, and you waste their time with stories and singing! What’s it all
for?"
The Rebbe smiled and turned to his loyal shamash (who
later became a rebbe), R’ Tzvi Hirsch of Tomoshav, and said: "Answer
him!"
R’ Tzvi Hirsch began with a story. When the Beis HaMikdash
still stood and the Jewish people made the pilgrimage to Yerushalayim three
times a year, there was a man who lived in a little village somewhere between
Keziv and Emana [these places are mentioned in the Mishna as the borders of
Eretz Yisroel, but here R’ Tzvi Hirsch was alluding to something: between "keziv"
– that is, sheker, falsity – and "emes," truth].
Somehow on each Yom Tov something came up preventing him from
making the trip to the Beis HaMikdash. Once he had to harvest his crop, which he
couldn’t leave in his field, another time his wife was sick, and another time it
was something else. He reached old age without having been to the Beis HaMikdash
even one time.
One day the old man decided that things couldn’t go on like
this any longer. How could it be that the whole world made a big deal about the
Beis HaMikdash, yet he had never been there? He decided that come what may he
would be oleh regel that Pesach.
He set out from his village and began to walk. He reached a
crossroads and didn’t know where to go. He asked passersby for directions, and
they looked at him in wonder: How was it possible that such an old Jew didn’t
know the road to Yerushalayim, when every Jew went there three times a year?
They finally concluded that he must be used to taking a different route, so they
showed him the way.
The same scene repeated itself at every crossroads. He stood
there and asked for directions, and people looked at him as though he were
crazy, but were still kind enough to help him find the way. The old man silently
endured all the odd looks, and said to himself: It’s all worthwhile, if only I
get to see the Beis HaMikdash at least once in my life!
The closer he got to Yerushalayim, the more strangely people
looked at him. Perhaps earlier they could imagine that he used to travel by a
different route, but now that all roads converged and all led to Yerushalayim,
thus they couldn’t use this merit in his favor any longer. More and more, people
looked at him askance.
When he finally arrived in Yerushalayim and began asking
people the way to the Mikdash, he was openly laughed at. Children pointed at him
and cried: There’s the meshugana who doesn’t know where the Beis
HaMikdash is!
After enduring all this and finally arriving at the Har
HaBayis, he was stopped and told that he might be a tamei meis (impure),
and he needed to be purified by the ashes of the red heifer. He had to wait a
week and go through the entire cleansing process (which he had never heard of
before and which seemed exceedingly strange) of being sprinkled on the third and
seventh days, immersing in a mikva – the whole thing – but he willingly
went through it all so that he could finally achieve his aim: the Beis
HaMikdash!
The moment finally arrived. It was Erev Pesach, and the old
man entered the Beis HaMikdash. He walked up Har HaBayis and headed in the
direction of the Mikdash, full of trepidation and excitement. This was it. He
had finally made it through all the obstacles, overcame them all, and now here
he was at the Beis HaMikdash. Now he would see whether it was all worth it.
The entire Jewish people had come and the path was full of
thousands of people leading their sheep for the korban Pesach. The
bleating of the thousands of sheep on all sides made the old man wonder: Is this
the proper preparation for the holiest site in the world?
The gates were opened and people entered. The sacrificing of
the korban Pesach began. Kohanim were rushing about barefoot and dressed
in tunics. The noise was deafening with the sounds of sheep, there was pushing,
and blood on the floor. The man stood in the midst of all this wondering what he
was doing there. Had he suffered all that time only to come to a giant
slaughterhouse?
At this point in the story, R’ Tzvi Hirschel Tomoshaver
turned to R’ Akiva Eiger’s shliach and said with a smile, as though
imparting a secret: Now if the man would have a bit of nerve he wouldn’t
hesitate to go right over to the Kohen Gadol, the one in charge of
everything going on there, with the question: What’s going on here? What’s this
all about? Vos zet men du?
The shliach returned to R’ Akiva Eiger and told him
what he had experienced. He testified that his grandson had remained a true
yerei Shamayim, but the atmosphere there was "a bisel vild" (a
bit wild) in his opinion.
Hearing this, R’ Akiva Eiger told R’ Shlomo to invite his son
R’ Leibel home for Shabbos. R’ Leibel preferred to come on a weekday because his
father would find spending a Shabbos together a bit much, but R’ Shlomo said he
had to fulfill his father’s command and accept the invitation for Shabbos.
So R’ Leibel went to spend Shabbos with his father. R’ Shlomo
finished davening and ate the Friday night meal. He finished his evening
shiurim and went to sleep, but his son hadn’t yet returned from
Kabbalas Shabbos.
It was only when the father got up in the morning to daven
at dawn that R’ Leibel remembered to come back from shul after the
davening. Somehow he made Kiddush, ate something for the Shabbos
meal, and lay down for two hours. Then he began his preparations for
Shacharis. His davening ended very close to sunset, and it was with
difficulty that he managed to make Kiddush and have something to eat
before davening Mincha, which lasted late into the night.
When he came to say Havdala early Sunday morning, his
father shouted: "What kind of behavior is this?! I’m not even talking about the
proper times for davening! This is so vild – are there no
limits?!"
R’ Leibel grasped the lapels of his father’s coat and shook
them in great emotion saying: "Dear Father, I don’t daven to the sun or
the moon, but tzum heiliker Bashefer (to the holy Creator)."
***
We’ve already mentioned numerous times in this column what
the Rebbe MH"M said (Parshas Eikev 5713, unedited):
"Der Eibershter iz a guter un der Rebbe iz a guter"
(Hashem is good and the Rebbe is good), and he relates to each one according to
the way he wants and according to the way he relates in turn. Someone who looks
at the Rebbe as one who is "way up there," far higher even than the seventh
heaven, for even the seventh heaven is low compared to him – the Rebbe too will
show himself as one who is far beyond, exalted, and distant. But someone who
wants to be with the Rebbe right here in this physical world, the Rebbe will
respond in kind and reveal himself as such. He will be very close to the Rebbe
right here in this physical and material world!
One who is stubborn can ask and cry: What is all this about?
What do you see in all this? But one who comes b’pashtus, with simple
sincerity, one who comes to the Rebbe without questions – he knows that the
Rebbe is here. He joins in the Rebbe’s minyan and farbrengs with
the Rebbe without questions, excuses, and explanations – not even genuine
explanations, like, "holiness doesn’t depart from its place," and, "where a
man’s will is, that’s where he is," and the like. He has no questions and,
therefore, there is no need for explanations. He strives to use every spare
moment, knowing that he is in the Beis HaMikdash, and every move he makes is
being observed (as the Rebbe writes in the last general letter of Motzaei
Shabbos, 21 Elul, the day of the chanukas ha’bayis of 770 [5751]),
including his speech and his thoughts.
And despite the pain, which is felt especially when we don’t
hear and see the Rebbe, we know with the utmost certainty that the Rebbe is
literally with us b’gashmius, and the Rebbe extends his blessings to us,
davens on our behalf, farbrengs with us, and accepts the cry of "Yechi
Adoneinu."
Whoever does his best to feel and live with this, will be
given the ability to live this way, to recognize and feel the Rebbe in his life,
and will be able to take it back home with him, too.
After all, this is what going to the Rebbe is about, not just
to live with the Rebbe while being in his dalet amos, but to take the
"air of Moshiach" back home, to the rest of the world.
We’ve mentioned the Shelah HaKadosh (on Parshas BeShalach)
here a number of times. Chazal say that Hashem wanted to make Chizkiyahu
Moshiach, and it was only because he didn’t sing Shira, recounting G-d’s
praise in thanks for the miracles that he experienced, that caused Chizkiyahu to
lose the opportunity. The Shelah explains that this maamer Chazal does
not mean that Chizkiyahu neglected to praise Hashem after the
miracles occurred, for it says explicitly in Tanach that he did. What Chazal
are saying is that despite Chizkiyahu’s wonderful qualities of emuna and
bitachon, he waited to sing Shira only after the miracles
occurred, and not before.
The Geula will come, says the Shelah, when we won’t
wait to see the Geula and the miracles, but we begin the Shir Chadash,
the song of thanks for the Geula and the incredible miracles, before
the Geula takes place, out of our tremendous trust and joy over the
Geula even before it happens. This in itself will bring the Geula.
So let us all sing together, "Yechi Adoneinu Moreinu
V’Rabbeinu Melech HaMoshiach l’olam va’ed!"