One holiday after another means routine changes, extra expenses, hosting, preparing, attending services and gatherings, loss of sleep, and sooner or later, the stress breaks down defenses. When defenses are down, we may become irritable at a time when we intend to celebrate and enjoy our families and communities.

This is my go-to story about how temper creeps up when we least want it to.

In the early years of the Chassidic movement, non-Jewish landowners would frequently imprison their Jewish tenants for failing to pay their debts. The Baal Shem Tov showed great concern for these poor families, and with boundless determination, he traveled from town to town, encouraging fellow Jews to contribute towards this great mitzvah, “pidyon shvuim”- ransoming captives.

Once, after a week of continuous efforts, the Baal Shem Tov succeeded in collecting the sum necessary to redeem a family imprisoned by a particularly stubborn landowner who had refused to release the family until he received every penny owed to him. It was not until Friday afternoon that the Baal Shem Tov was able to amass the entire sum and thus, the family were set free only a few short hours before the Sabbath.

“Stay with me for Shabbos,” the Baal Shem Tov offered. “you will not be able to make it back to your town in time for candlelighting.” Needless to say, the poor family was more than willing to accept the invitation. At the Shabbos meal, the Baal Shem Tov turned to the man he had ransomed. “So, what news have you heard today?”

The man looked up in wonder. “But Rebbe, what news could have reached the pit in which we were imprisoned?”

“Then tell us something of your past,” encouraged the Baal Shem Tov.

“I can’t seem to think of anything worthy of telling about my life, but I have just recalled a strange experience I had while in prison.

“All week long, we would hear pitiful moans and wails coming from a corner in the pit where we were held prisoner. Each Friday afternoon, however, the crying would cease, only to be replaced by shrieking laughter that pierced our ears.

“This went on for weeks. My family and I were terrified to approach the nook where the noise came from, and we just huddled together in our corner.

“This week, however, the crying was louder than usual, as was the deafening laughter which took its place. Knowing that we were to be freed shortly, I perked up enough courage to shout a question in the direction from which the voices emerged. ‘Who are you?’

“A voice responded from the far end of the pit. ‘We are unholy spirits whose existence depends on flaws in the behavior of a tzaddik (righteous person). He refrains from eating all week long, breaking his fast only on Friday. He prepares a mug of milk in the morning, setting it aside to drink when he concludes his morning prayers.

” ‘All week long, we are overwhelmed by the power of his righteousness. That is why we wail. Every Friday, however, we cause one of his household members to accidentally spill the milk and rouse the anger of the holy man. It is from this display of anger that we derive our power and existence.

” ‘ This week, he was determined, more than ever, not to succumb to the folly of anger. Realizing that his expression of anger could negate all the spiritual achievements he had attained during the week, he resolved to prevent himself from being provoked. He decided to lock the closet in which he put the milk and to give no one the key.

” ‘That is why we were so upset this week,'” the voice explained. ‘We did not know how we would be able to rouse his wrath. However, we were not prepared to give up so easily. This morning, one of us appeared as a woodcutter, knocked on the tzaddik’s door, and offered his wife a bundle of wood at a bargain price.

” ‘Her purse was in the same closet as the milk and she requested the key from her husband. Anxious not to keep the woodcutter waiting, she knocked over the milk jug. Sure enough, the tzaddik exploded in rage and thus, we had much to celebrate today.’ ”

The crowd of people at the Baal Shem Tov’s table listened in amazement to this strange story. Suddenly, one of his disciples fell down in a faint. He was known to fast the entire week.

Source: Rabbi Yehudah Chitrik From My Father’s Shabbos Table; A Treasury of Chabad Chassidic Stories 1991 Jerusalem, Israel pp 15-16

Reflections

• How is the imprisonment of the tenant connected to the righteousness of the Baal Shem Tov’s disciple?
• What might you advise the “tzaddik” to do so that he doesn’t lose his temper?
• How might this advice be helpful to yourself or someone you love?
• Do the High Holidays put extra stress on you?
• What might you need to give yourself so that you can focus on the spiritual tasks ahead?