Yesterday, we mentioned the words of the Mishnah in Pirkei Avot (Chapter 4): “Rabbi Yose said: The body of one who honors the Torah is honored by others, while the body of those who desecrate the Torah is desecrated by other.”
Maran zt”l proceeds to recounts an incident from the Gemara (Sanhedrin 44a) in this regard.
Once, a great sage who studied and disseminated much Torah passed away. On the same day, the government-appointed tax collector, an evil man, passed away as well. As their funerals set out, it was apparent that the tax collector’s coffin was accompanied by only a few people, his brothers and immediate family, while the sage’s coffin was accompanied by thousands of the city’s residents (as prescribed by Halacha). When both groups arrived at the cemetery, a group of hooligans started attacking them and everyone ran for their lives, leaving both coffins there unattended.
Some time later, people came back to tend to the deceased. Somehow, a mix-up occurred and the town’s people ended up accompanying the tax collector’s coffin while his family ended up burying the sage. There was a devoted student of the sage in attendance who realized the error and he told everyone, but to no avail; no one heeded his words. The tax collector was buried amid much honor and with many participants while the sage was buried privately, with no crying or eulogies.
The student was beside himself. He could not comprehend why his teacher was buried in such a degrading manner. In his anguish, he fasted that day.
That night, the sage appeared to his student in a dream and told him, “My son, do not be upset! I wish I could show you how much satisfaction I have where I am now. I am now rejoicing in Gan Eden, while the tax collector is suffering bitterly in Gehinnom.” The student then asked his rabbi, “Please tell me why you were buried in such a shameful manner while the tac collector was buried with tremendous honor.” The sage replied, “My son, know that I only had one sin to account for. Once, I heard others denigrating a Torah scholar and I was silent and did not protest. I should have protested and because I did not, I was punished that my funeral should take place in such a manner.
On the other hand, the tax collector had one good deed for which he needed to be rewarded. Once, there was a meeting of nobility scheduled to take place in his home, He prepared a lavish feast of massive proportions. However, this meeting was later canceled. When he realized that the entire feast would go to waste, he invited poor Torah scholars from the local Yeshiva to partake of the feast. In this merit, he was buried with honor and dignity.”
Indeed, this was Rabbi Yose’s lesson that “the body of one who honors the Torah is honored by others, while the body of those who desecrate the Torah is desecrated by other.”
There was another incident regarding a great sage named Rav Tzemach Tzarfati (a great Torah scholar whose parents were from France but later relocated to Tunisia). He was the chief rabbi of Tunis and was tremendously devout in his Torah study. He would remain awake until the wee hours of the morning studying Torah. Rav Tzemach was once sitting in his home and delving in Torah late at night by candlelight. As the time was nearing midnight, the candle went out and it was a stormy night with torrential downpours and strong winds blowing outside for hours. The rabbi looked all around the house for a means to light the candle but to no avail.
In a nearby house, there was a bakery where the Arab baker slept. The rabbi went and knocked on the door of the bakery and asked the baker, “Dear sir, would you be so kind as to light my candle? I must study and there is no light in my house.” The baker lit the candle for him and the rabbi thanked him profusely. The rabbi walked with the candle and tried to protect it from the strong winds with his robe, however, a strong gust came and extinguished the candle. The rabbi returned to the baker’s home and said, “Please forgive me but the candle went out in the wind. Do you mind lighting it for me again?” However, this time too, a strong gust of wind extinguished the flame.
The rabbi returned to the baker for a third time and asked him to light the candle once again. The baker angrily told the rabbi, “Look how much you are bothering me! Every time you come, I have to lift the large and heavy beam that is used to lock the door of the bakery! I have to wake up before the crack of dawn in the morning in order to bake the bread. How do you expect me to function tomorrow?”
Rav Tzemach apologized profusely to the baker and said, “I bless you that you should be rewarded in gold and silver equal to the weight of the beam I made you lift every time.” The baker heard this and was very happy, for he knew about the rabbi’s holiness and that anything he said would come true. He told the rabbi, “Let me light it for you and I’ll take it over to your house myself so that it does not go out again.” The rabbi was then able to learn until dawn and was happy that he did not need to change his routine. The baker then turned to the rabbi and exclaimed, “Dear rabbi, please bless me now!” Rav Tzemach replied, “I bless you that in the merit of what you have done for me, you shall merit tremendous wealth equal to the weight of the beam you had to lift for me!” The rabbi returned to his study, the baker went back to work, and the story was all but forgotten.
When Rav Tzemach grew older, he gathered the leaders of the Tunisian Jewish community to his home and told them about his wish to move to Eretz Yisrael. Although they tried to dissuade him, Rav Tzemach was steadfast in his decision and told them that he had made a promise to move to Israel and did not intend to break it. When they realized it was to no avail, the community leaders sadly bid Rav Tzemach a warm farewell.
On his way to Israel, Rav Tzemach had to pass through Istanbul, where he remained for a while.
One day, while standing in the streets of Istanbul, Rav Tzemach noticed a convoy of respectable looking people wearing fine clothing passing by. In the middle of the convoy was a non-Jewish nobleman dressed in a golden sash. When he noticed Rav Tzemach, he quickly left the convoy, ran over to him, and began to kiss his hands.
He asked Rav Tzemach, “Honored rabbi, do you recognize me?” Rav Tzemach replied in the negative. The nobleman continued, “Do you remember several years ago you were learning in the middle of the night when your candle went out three times and you enlisted the help of an Arab baker?” Slowly, Rav Tzemach remembered all the details of the incident. The nobleman exclaimed, “I am that baker! Please come visit my home, I will prepare foods you can eat, and I will tell you the story of how I became so wealthy.”
Rav Tzemach came to the nobleman’s house where he was served a vast array of succulent fruits and the nobleman began recounting his story.
One day, about a week after he met the rabbi, the Arab baker was walking in the street, and stranger who was not from the city encountered him and inquired, “Where do you work and how much do you make?” He replied that he worked in the local bakery and earned two francs per day. The man asked him, “Would you like to work for me for two months and I will pay you ten francs a day?” The baker replied in the affirmative. The man said, “I must first blindfold you because the place where you will be working is top secret and I do not want you to see how to get there.” The baker agreed and the other man guided him along the way for the next several minutes until they arrived. When they arrived at a large house, the man removed the blindfold and let the baker to the basement. The room was filled with many sacks filled with precious gems and pearls. The man told the baker, “Your job is to go through every bag and sort all the stones. However, you may not tell a soul about the nature of your work.” The job lasted for two months at the end of which the man paid the baker his wages and even threw in a nice bonus.
A few days later when the baker was passing through the marketplace, he heard a government official announcing that a certain house was being auctioned for sale as this house belonged to a foreigner who died suddenly and did not leave a will. The baker thought to himself, “Maybe this is the house where I worked sorting precious gems?” He placed a high bid on the house and won the auction. The baker gathered all of his savings and took loans from many acquaintances in order to make the payment for the purchase of the house. He was tremendously overjoyed when he entered the house and realized this was the house where he had been working and that all of the sacks of precious gems were still precisely where he had left them in the basement. Because he was afraid of the government, he took the sacks of gems out of the house slowly and hid them among piles of wheat. Eventually, he made his way to Istanbul where he purchased entire neighborhoods and became one of wealthiest men in the land.
As the nobleman concluded his story, he turned to Rav Tzemach and ask, “And you, dear rabbi, where are you traveling to?” Rav Tzemach replied, “To Israel.” The nobleman was quite surprised. “Poverty in Israel is rampant and you are moving there?”
The nobleman continued, “You know what? How much do you require to live?” Rav Tzemach replied, “Ten Lira per week.” The nobleman said, “I will provide you with twenty Lira per week. I will send bank checks with you so that you can redeem them in the bank in Israel.” In this way, Rav Tzemach was able to fulfill his dream of moving to Israel where he lived comfortably for the rest of hi life.
This, indeed, is the meaning behind Rabbi Yose’s teaching. Although the baker was non-Jewish, since he acted with full faith in honor of the Torah, Hashem rewarded him physically with wealth and honor, as the verse (Nachum 2:10) states, “Plunder silver, plunder gold, there is no limit to the treasure; it is a hoard of all precious objects!” When one honors the Torah, Hashem bestows great wealth upon him.
