{"id":262349,"date":"2007-12-25T19:42:25","date_gmt":"2007-12-25T19:42:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/breslev.com\/%d7%9c%d7%9c%d7%90-%d7%a7%d7%98%d7%92%d7%95%d7%a8%d7%99%d7%94\/the-task-at-hand\/"},"modified":"2023-08-07T11:51:55","modified_gmt":"2023-08-07T11:51:55","slug":"the-task-at-hand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/breslev.com\/262349\/","title":{"rendered":"Another Elul…Without Preparation"},"content":{"rendered":"
Sometimes we try so hard to develop a relationship with the Almighty that we forget what Hashem really wants of us. <\/i><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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Every year, without fail, Elul just seems to jump upon me. Somehow, the hectic weeks of bein hazemanim<\/i> (school break), with the constant demands of a family longing for vacation, are not an opportune time to begin the groundwork for a month of preparation.<\/span><\/div>\n
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And then, every year, without fail, I find myself sitting at a shiur (<\/i>Torah lesson)<\/i>, and the speaker will remind us that the Day of Judgment will soon be upon us, and that we had better start taking our life seriously.<\/span><\/div>\n
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And then, every year, without fail, I leave the lecture determined to meet Rosh Hashanah head-on, to prepare myself properly for the Yom Hadin (<\/i>the Day of Judgment). I resolve to devote more time to prayer and introspection, while filling my evenings with inspirational classes. Isn\u2019t that what the rabbi suggested?<\/span><\/div>\n
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But then, every year, without fail, I fail. When my children were small, I found that the moment I would pick up my book of Tehillim<\/i> (Psalms) to say a few kapitlach (<\/i>chapters of) Tehillim<\/i>, one of the babies would need to be diapered or given a bottle or even an extra cuddle. And if, somehow, there were a few spare minutes during the day, I would grab a quick nap, so that I could continue on with a smile. After all, my children needed a calm and happy mother.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Between removing mashed potatoes that had stuck onto the wall and washing the endless loads of soiled clothing, there was not much time for davening<\/i> or learning Torah. I was told that eventually these years would pass, and that someday I would have the time to devote myself fully to avodat Hashem<\/i> (Divine service) \u2014 at least during the month of Elul.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Slowly but surely, my children grew older, and the day finally came when I was able to throw away the last bottle.<\/span><\/div>\n
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But then, each year, something else prevented me from accomplishing that which I had set out to do. One year, one of the children had surgery, another year, one of the children got married. Somehow, it seemed as if every time I began to devote myself to the real things in life, some pressing matter popped up that would not allow me to continue. Either a neighbor would knock on my door asking for my help, or a married child would call with a minor emergency.<\/span><\/div>\n
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So, between washing the dishes and running to catch the bus to work, I would snatch a few extra moments for a kapitel Tehillim<\/i> and spend an additional few seconds davening Shemoneh Esrei<\/i>. But I certainly didn’t manage to engage in the type of deep introspection that Elul seemed to demand.<\/span><\/div>\n
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I have always felt a certain affinity with the wagon driver of Berditchov, and every Elul find myself thinking of him. It\u2019s a famous story, and I am sure that you are familiar with it.<\/span><\/div>\n
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One day Rebbe Levi Yitzchak of Berditchov looked out of his window and noticed a simple wagon driver busily changing the wheel of his wagon while wearing his tallit and tefillin. Rebbe Levi Yitzchak lifted his hands to Hashem and said, \u201cHow holy is Your nation, Hashem. Even while in the midst of fixing a wheel, their thoughts are upon You.\u201d <\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
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Most probably that wagon driver had woken up at the crack of dawn with the best of intentions. But just as he was about to leave for shul, one of the children began to cry. How could he wake up his poor wife? She was exhausted after spending the entire night rocking a teething toddler. <\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
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I am sure that he assumed that as soon as he finished taking care of his child, he would still be able to make it to shul on time, or, worse comes to worst, catch a later minyan.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
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But then one of the other children woke up with a high fever, and the doctor had to be called, and the medicine bought. One thing led to another, until the wagon driver realized that if he really hurried, he would still be able to catch the last minyan. <\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
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Just as he was rushing out the door, he noticed that the wheel on his wagon was broken. If he didn\u2019t fix it immediately, he would lose his best customer, and without people to ride in his wagon, his family would be left without food. And besides, he had given his word, and his client was relying on him to take him where he had to go that morning.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
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Instead of running to shul, the wagon driver heaved a deep sigh and began to repair the wheel. All the while, he was begging Hashem to have mercy upon him, just as he had shown mercy toward his fellowmen.<\/b> <\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
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And so, throughout the month of Elul, as I run from child to neighbor to husband to grandchild, I can only turn to Hashem and hope that He, too, will judge me as favorably as Rebbe Levi Yitzchak judged the wagon driver.<\/span><\/div>\n
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I am sure that someday, I too will have time to devote myself fully to tefillah<\/i> and avodat<\/i> Hashem<\/i>. And from that rocking chair I will most probably sigh and wish that I was once again so busy doing the ratzon<\/i> Hashem \u2014 <\/i>Hashem\u2019s Will \u2014 that I could not find the time to prepare for Rosh Hashanah.<\/span><\/div>\n
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***<\/span><\/div>\n
An excerpt from Debbie Shapiro’s book Bridging the Golden Gate<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/span><\/em><\/div>\n\n\n

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