A
Rov was once travelling, and stayed overnight in an inn. The innkeeper was a
simple fellow, but he recognized that his guest was a distinguished Rabbi, and
tried to accord him every consideration.
In
the middle of the night (as was the custom), the Rov awakened to recite Tikkun
Chatzos. He sat on the floor, and read chapters from tehillim, expressing his
mourning over the churban. In the next room, the innkeeper was somehow
awakened, and was distressed to hear sounds of weeping from the room of his illustrious
guest. Worriedly, the innkeeper hastened to the room of the Rov to ask about
the cause of his sorrow.
“What
is troubling you, Rabbi”, he asked, “is your bed not comfortable, is your room
too hot or cold, did you perhaps find fault with the meals we served you?”
The
Rov set his mind at ease that the service was, in fact, beyond reproach, and
was not the cause of his crying. Rather, what the innkeeper overheard was his
davening and beseeching Hashem to bring us Moshiach.
“Moshiach”,
asked the simple innkeeper, “who is that?”
“Did
you never hear about Moshiach?”, asked the Rov. He explained his simple host
how all Yidden were eagerly awaiting the coming of Moshiach, who would take us
all to Eretz Yisroel. The innkeeper digested this novel idea, and ran to share
it with his wife. “What!” exclaimed the good woman, “to go to Eretz Yisroel?
Please tell the Rabbi that this is impossible at this time. Why, we have our
inn here, and our house and our barn with all of our animals, how can we just
pick up and go to EY?!”
The
innkeeper ran back to his guest and conveyed his wife’s reservations. The Rov
tried to speak to the simpleton in his own language. “True”, he conceded to
him, “you are settled here with all of your possessions. But you have no peace
here. Every few years, the goyim make a pogrom, and steal and destroy
everything, and you need to begin anew. Once we all go to Eretz Yisroel, we’ll
be free of the goyim!”
The
idea made sense to the innkeeper, but, not one to make decisions on his own, he
asked leave of the Rov to consult with his wife. Moments later he returned.
“Rebbe”, he asked humbly, “my wife asks to kindly make a request of Moshiach; -
let us stay here where we’re settled, and let
Moshiach take the goyim to Eretz Yisroel!”
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