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17691The Wisdom of the Rabbi's

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  • medit8ionsociety
    Jun 20, 2011
      The Missing Brother

      Everyone knows the saintliness of the two
      brothers, Rabbi Elimelekh and Rabbi Zusia.
      You may not have heard that they had a third
      brother? His name was Reb Nosen. He was lost
      to them for many years.

      No one knows how he got lost. Some say he was
      taken into the Tsar's army against his will and
      forced to stay for 20 years. Such things happened.
      Others say he resisted Hasidism, and lost touch
      when his brothers, after the death of the holy
      Maggid of Mezeritz, began their long wanderings.

      No matter how Nosen got lost, Rabbi Elimelekh
      and Rabbi Zusia always tried to find him. Wherever
      they went, they asked: "Has anyone seen this man?"
      They gave his name, his mother's name, his city
      of birth, and his description. Many times people
      said, "There is one like him staying at an inn."
      But when they arrived, the man was gone. Or they
      found a man there who was not their brother.

      Once, Rabbi Zusia said to Rabbi Elimelekh, "What
      kind of a man do you suppose our brother Nosen
      has become?"

      Rabbi Elimelekh said, "I hope that he is devoted
      to God. Perhaps he has become a rabbi? At least
      one who observes the laws of the Torah."

      Rabbi Zusia said, "I only hope he is a good man."

      One day, just before Rosh Hashanah, the two brothers
      entered a small village in the Ukraine. They made
      their way to the house of study. They joined the
      villagers in prayers and, as strangers, were invited
      to the house of a local Jew for food and lodging.
      Before accepting, the brothers asked if anyone knew
      of a Reb Nosen living in the village. None did.
      Perhaps a traveller by that name? Heads shook,
      shoulders shrugged. No one had heard of him.

      As the two brothers left with their host for the
      night, they passed a man just entering the house
      of study. His head down, the man scarcely greeted
      the brothers as he hurried by them. Rabbi Zusia
      followed the man back inside. "I ask you, friend,
      have you seen a certain one I seek?"

      The man, who had already opened a holy book and
      begun to study, looked up impatiently. His eyes
      showed the signs of lack of sleep. His voice was weary. "Who?"

      Rabbi Zusia began, "His name is Reb Nosen. He was
      born in...."

      The man burst out, "The only Reb Nosen I know is
      a madman! He has kept me awake with his rantings
      these last six nights! As poor as I am, I only wish
      he would move to another inn!"

      In no time at all, Rabbi Elimelekh and Rabbi Zusia
      were standing in that very inn, talking to the wife
      of the man they had met at the house of study.
      "This Reb Nosen who is staying here, may we talk
      to him tonight?"

      The woman said, "He has asked that no one disturb
      him after sundown. Perhaps you could return in the morning?"

      The two brothers looked around at the shabby inn.
      "We fear missing him in the morning. If we stay here
      tonight, will you give us the room next to his?"

      "Are you sure? No one has wanted that room since the
      night the madman arrived."

      When the brothers arrived in their room, all was
      quiet. Tired from their day's journey, they quickly
      fell asleep. A short time later, they woke to the
      sound of sobbing from the next room. They heard
      footsteps, then the scraping of a chair. In a moment,
      the chair scraped back again. More footsteps,
      then quiet.

      As soon as they fell back asleep, they were awakened
      by a moan. Then the same sounds of walking and
      chair-moving as before.

      Six more times that night, they heard the same sounds.
      But the cries and moans became ever more anguished.
      By the time the night was half over, the sobbing
      grew louder - and did not cease.

      Finally, just after dawn, the two brothers knocked
      on the door next to theirs. The sobbing stopped;
      footsteps approached. When the door opened, they
      saw a haggard face. "Nosen? Is it you? We are
      Elimelekh and Zusia. Are you our brother?"

      The man looked at them. "I had brothers such as you.
      I have not been worthy of them. Perhaps you should
      pretend you never found me."

      "May we come in, brother? We have sought you far and long."

      Sitting around the small table in their brother's
      room, Rabbi Elimelekh and Rabbi Zusia began to
      question Reb Nosen. "Dear brother, what has troubled
      you so deeply? We heard your cries in the night."

      At that, their brother began to sob again. "On
      Rosh Hashanah everyone has to give a record of
      what they did through the last year. For many years,
      I paid little attention. After all, I hadn't really
      stolen or killed or defiled the Sabbath. So I
      mentioned a few harmless lies in my prayers, and
      never bothered to really worry about my conduct.

      "But two weeks ago, eating in this inn, I received
      a visitor, another lumber merchant. He had journeyed
      two days to find me!

      "My visitor reminded me that, six months before,
      he and I and some others had been planning a business
      venture. In the course of the planning, he had
      bragged of his new horses. He had described with
      evident satisfaction how he had received them as a
      gift from a wealthy land-owner - who had just made
      him his exclusive supplier of lumber.

      "My visitor paused. 'I have a confession,' he said.
      'At the time of that conversation, I knew you had
      been trying to sell to that very land-owner. I bragged
      about my horses only to make you feel inferior to me
      for losing that contract. I hope you can find it in
      your heart to forgive me.'

      "The merchant's words shocked me. To travel two days
      to apologize to me for one remark! I thought to myself,
      how many remarks like this have I made in a year?
      How many things have I done to make others feel less than me?

      "I began a list on a piece of paper. But soon the
      paper was filled. So I began to write in a book. Each
      evening, starting at sundown, I wrote page after page.
      At last, I had written them all down.

      "Then, one night, I woke from my sleep with a start.
      I remembered another word I had said to make myself
      feel better than someone. I got up in the night and
      wrote it in my book. An hour later, I woke up,
      remembering another remark. Each night, I awakened
      countless times, each time coming to this table to
      write what I hoped would be the last entry in the
      list. Every time I remembered another hurtful deed
      or word, I grieved.

      "Last night, I remembered still more. Each time, I
      arose, sat in this chair, and wrote it in my book.
      Deep in the night, I went to write one more - and
      discovered that the book was full. I had filled an
      entire book with the hurt I had done! How could such
      a year ever be forgiven? I read through the book
      from beginning to end, weeping over each entry on each page.

      "And so, brothers, you find me here in despair. There
      are not enough days in the coming year to make amends
      for all the harm I have done in the last one."

      Reb Nosen offered the book to his brothers, its cover
      still damp with his tears.

      Rabbi Elimelekh said, "We still rejoice to have found
      you. And I know the gates of penitence are always open."

      But Rabbi Zusia had opened the book. He looked up
      with awe at his new-found brother. "You need not
      worry about forgiveness."

      Nosen's mouth fell open. "How can you say such a thing?
      The record of my sins is in front of you, written in
      this book, and engraved in God's heart!"

      Rabbi Zusia lay the open book on the table. "Look,"
      he said, turning one page after another. "The power
      of penitence reaches the throne of God. Nosen, you
      claimed not to be worthy of us. But I doubt I am
      worthy of you."

      The brothers sat staring at the book. It was blank.
      Nosen's tears had dissolved the writing on every page.
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