Rabbi Eliyahu Hoffmann
Chanukah Oil: A Real No-Know
One of the central miracles of the Chanukah story was finding the
"one bottle of pure olive oil" that should have burned for one night,
yet lasted for eight. The fact that the olive oil was indeed pure, and
had not been defiled by the invading Roman army, was ascertained
by the fact that it was still sealed with its original seal, stamped with
the stamp of the High Priest (Kohen Gadol). [Shabbos 21b]
Tosafos (ibid.) challenges this premise: He proves that it is possible
for the oil to have become defiled without removing the seal from the
bottle by means of a special tu'mah (defilement) called tu'mas heset,
which dictates that even if the bottle were nudged indirectly, it (and
the oil inside it) would be rendered impure. If so, asks Tosafos, why
were they permitted to use the oil for the Menorah, since its seal was
only partial proof of its sanctity?
When R' Shimon Goldfling (names have been changed) disembarked
from his bus travelling from Bnei Brak to Tel Aviv that fateful winter
day, he forgot one crucial thing: his briefcase. In his briefcase were
his appointment book (which contained his schedule of appointments
for the day), his cell phone, his lunch, and numerous other papers
and documents. Without it, he was lost. He had realized his error
within 30 seconds of the bus having pulled away, yet it was too late
to do anything. Using a pay phone, he contacted the bus company's
head office, relating his predicament, and asking them to call him
back at the pay phone as soon as a driver reported finding a
briefcase. Then he began waiting. And waiting. Every half-hour, he
would call the head office to enquire if anything had been reported;
and every half-hour they assured him that nothing had been reported
yet, but that they'd call him as soon as anything turned up. As the
hours passed, so did the missed appointments. R' Shimon could feel
his blood pressure rising with each tick of the clock.
Finally, in the late afternoon, the pay phone rang. They had his
briefcase. It had been located by a cleaning crew in a station a few
blocks away. R' Shimon claimed his briefcase. The day was a
complete write-off. He opened his briefcase, and noticed there were
12 messages on his cell phone. Intrigued, R' Shimon began listening:
Message 1: "Hello, Mr. Goldfling, this is Rabbi Silver of you son,
Moishie's, Yeshiva. I tried calling your wife at home, but no one
answers. We have a small problem here. We took the boys on a hike,
and Moishie seems to have become lost. We've been searching for
twenty minutes, and I'm getting concerned. Please call back as soon
as you get this message." R' Shimon felt his already elevated blood
pressure go up a notch.
Message 2: "Hello, this is Rabbi Silver again. Please call me as soon
as you can. We've been searching for almost an hour, and we can't
find Moishie. I'm very nervous. I'm calling in the army."
Message 3: "Hello, Mr. Goldfling, are you there? We have soldiers
combing the area. They're bringing in helicopters as well."
Message 4: "Hello, this is Rabbi Silver. Moishie has been found. He
seems to have fallen off a small cliff. He's not conscious, and the
army is transporting him by helicopter to the nearest hospital. I am
going along. Please call back!"
Message 5: "Mr. Goldfling, we just arrived at the hospital. Moishie is
still unconscious, and is being examined right now by the doctors. I'll
let you know what they say as soon as they're finished."
Message 6: "Hello, Mr. Goldfling, this is Dr. Schlisser. Moishie seems
to have sustained a serious blow to his head. There may be swelling
in the brain. He has not, as yet, shown any response to stimulation.
I am very concerned. Please call us at the hospital as soon as you
receive this message. We may need to operate to relieve the
swelling." R' Shimon could feel his body beginning to tremble. He sat
down on a bench in the bus station in a daze.
Message 7: "Dr. Schlisser again. It doesn't look good. If I don't get
any response to stimulation within the next 20 minutes, I'm going to
have to operate."
Message 8: "Hello, Mr. Goldfling, this is Dr. Schlisser. I myself don't
quite know what happened. Moishie has suddenly begun responding
to stimulation. This is very positive. I'm putting off operating for now."
Message 9: "Mr. Goldfling - this has to be a miracle! Moishie has
regained consciousness. He is talking coherently, although he
remembers nothing of the hike or his fall. But this is to be expected.
I'm going to keep him in emergency for observation. I will advise you
as to his progress."
Message 10: "This is Dr. Schlisser. We've been observing Moishie for
over an hour. He seems fine (but he refuses to eat hospital food!). I
just got off the phone with your wife, Rutie. It seems she was out
doing errands for most of the day. Anyway, I'm satisfied with Moishie's
progress, and we're sending him home with an ambulance. Moishie
should consider himself one very lucky boy! For a while there, things
Message 11: "Hello, Tatty, this is Moishie. I don't really know what
happened. I woke up in a hospital room this afternoon surrounded by
doctors and nurses. They told me I fell off a cliff. I feel okay now; my
head hurts, and I'm hungry. Why aren't you answering your cell
Message 12: "Shimon, this is Rutie. You have no idea of what's gone
on today! It's too long to tell you over the phone. Baruch Hashem
everything's fine now. Where are you, anyway? It's late! Please come
home as soon as you can."
R' Shimon could feel the blood beginning to return to his flushed
face. In the space of four minutes, he had just lived through what
should have been the most stressful day of his life. The more he
thought about it, the more he realized how grateful he was for having
forgotten his briefcase on the bus. Imagine, he thought, if I would
have had my cell phone. I would have spent my day in absolute
terror, not knowing for hours whether Moishie would live, or, G-d
forbid, die. Imagine the rushed trip to the hospital, agonizing over the
decision of whether to operate or not. It would, he thought, surely
have sent me into a state of nervous breakdown.
Had it occurred to anyone to question whether the flask of oil had
become defiled through tu'mas heset, says the Yid HaKadosh, and
the sh'eilah had been put before a rav, they would indeed not have
been permitted to use the oil. Yet in fact (although they had no way
of knowing it), the oil was pure. So Hashem arranged that, despite
the thousands of Torah scholars and sages present, no one
remembered this halacha. This, itself, was a miracle! The oil was
used, and the story of Chanukah came to be.
As R' Shimon Goldfling would surely tell you: Sometimes it's best not
to know. "He who places his trust in Hashem, kindness will surround
him." (Tehillim/Psalms 32:10).
Have a good Shabbos and a freilichen Chanukah.
This week's publication is sponsored by Mrs.
Jennifer Hoffmann, in honor of the 90th birthday of her
mother-in-law, Mrs. Dora (Dolly) Hoffmann, and the bas
mitzvah of her granddaughter Sara Elky Hoffmann.
Text Copyright © 2001 Rabbi Eliyahu Hoffmann and Project Genesis, Inc.