Tuesday, January 16, 2018

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A Blessing

   by Reb Gutman Locks
     A Blessing

 

     They were visiting from Canada. His son asked for someone who could give his father a blessing. They brought them over to me. The son said, "I want someone to give my father a blessing."

     I said, "Here is the blessing for your father." I told the father to put his right hand on his son's head, and to repeat the blessing that we give to our children.

     He repeated the blessing in Hebrew and I had him add all that he wanted for his son.

     Then I asked the son if he had put on tefillin that day. He said that he had. I asked the father, but the son jumped in to separate me from his father: "No, he's okay. He doesn't need!"

     "What are you talking about?"

      I said to the father, thinking maybe he wasn't Jewish, "You have a Jewish face, so your mother must have been Jewish, right?"    

     "What do you think?"

     "So, you're Jewish?"

     "Yes."

     "Did you put on tefillin today?"

     "No."

     "Then come put on tefillin now."

     "No, I'm good."

     "You could be better," and I shook his arm and pulled him over to the tefillin stand.

     I put tefillin on him and was surprised that he knew most of the blessing. I had him pray for his loved ones. He prayed silently for a long time. That is his son in the picture. He stood back looking apprehensive.

     When he finished we took pictures and I asked, "Was that worth doing?"

     He said, "Yes, it was good."

     I asked him when he last put on tefillin. He said at his bar mitzvah.

    "How old are you?"

    "78"

    "That's 65 years ago! Don't wait another 65 years to do it again."

      What happened there? The literal scene was obvious, the father had a reunion with his youth, with his Jewish awareness, with his loved ones, with Hashem.

     What happened in Heaven? We don't know the details, but surely, we warmed his welcome for when he goes back upstairs.

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