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Rabbi Eliyahu Hoffmann

The Wagons that Yosef Sent

They went up from Egypt and came to the land of Canaan, to Yaakov their father. And they told him, "Yosef is still alive!" and that he ruled over all of Egypt... Yet [only] when they related all the words that Yosef had spoken to them, and he saw the wagons that Yosef sent to transport him, was the spirit of their father, Yaakov, revived. (45: 26-27)

Why was Yaakov only convinced that Yosef was alive after "seeing the wagons that Yosef had sent to transport him? (see Rashi)" This is even more strange if we consider that ostensibly it was Pharaoh that ordered Yosef to send the wagons: "Pharaoh said to Yosef, 'Say to your brothers... take from the land of Egypt wagons for your small children and for your wives, and transport your father and come.' (45:17-19)" So it wasn't even Yosef's idea, it seems, to send the wagons - yet the wagons are what convince Yaakov to come along! And why does the pasuk insist on describing the wagons as, "the wagons that Yosef sent to transport him," if it was in fact Pharaoh's doings of?

During the French rule over the region of Tafilalt, Morocco, the only way to travel from one city to another was by caravan. A few decrepit trucks loaded down with cargo and passengers would clang their way through the searing desert wasteland until an engine would overheat, bringing the caravan to a grinding halt, until the geyser of hissing water and steam emanating from the radiator would subside somewhat. Rusted truck carcasses lined both sides of the road, half-submerged among the sand dunes. Tafilalt's caravan would depart once a week, every Tuesday, and it's route was such that it would always arrive at a certain remote village on Saturday.

It so happened that this remote village contained a sizeable number of Jewish residents. They, like most of the Jews of rural Morocco, were deeply religious people who observed the laws of the Torah. Non- religious Jewish members of the caravan, who would arrive from the big city on Shabbos, were not always given the warmest welcome (putting it mildly). One week, fortune had it that a very wealthy and influential non-religious Jew from Tafilalt was a member of this caravan. He had been completely unaware of the timing of the stopover until the caravan was on the outskirts of the small village. His truck driver warned him what lay ahead, giving him a blow-by-blow description of the reception given the last Jew who had arrived there on Shabbos. The man desperately tried to think of a means to avoid discovery, but for miles in every direction he could see only the glaring sands of the Sahara Desert. A man could not last a single day in that harsh environment. There was no question about it - he would have to enter the village along with the rest of the caravan, bring what it may.

All of a sudden, a brilliant plan entered his mind. "Hmmm," he thought, "remote village - it might just work." The more he thought about the plan, the more he liked it. It involved a minimal expenditure - paying off the caravan drivers. As he suspected, they were most willing to accept his money and play along with his plan.

When the trucks rounded the last curve and reached the village, he made himself as conspicuous as possible. Looking on with satisfaction, he noticed a pair of Jews on their way to shul pointing their fingers at him. Perfect! Now everyone would learn of his arrival. Everything was proceeding exactly according to plan. The trucks lurched to a stop and the rich Jew headed straight for the village's shul. In he walked, and as he had expected, the worshippers were already waiting for him. "Shabbos desecrator!" an older man screamed, "how dare you walk into our holy synagogue after arriving with your caravan on Shabbos, dressed as you are with weekday garments? Have you no shame? Have you no fear of Hashem?!"

The stranger raised his eyebrows in a feigned expression of disbelief. "But gentlemen," he said, "I'm afraid you've made a most grave mistake. I am no Shabbos desecrator. Today is Friday - not Shabbos!" The people looked on, stunned. They had no idea how to respond to this outlandish claim. "If you don't believe me, just go and ask my drivers - they're right over there!"

Members of the congregation looked at one another with mouths agape. Was this respectable big-city Jew telling the truth? After all, considering how isolated their village was from the rest of the Jewish world, it was

conceivable that someone long ago had made a mistake about the day of the week, and since then, the error had gone unnoticed. One of the worshippers called the stranger's bluff, and asked the caravan drivers what day of the week it was. To his horror they all attested that it was indeed Friday, and not Saturday!

After their initial shock, the people came to grips with the reality of the situation, and thanked the stranger for correcting them at long last. The Shabbos morning service was cancelled, and the members of the congregation went back to work, as on any other weekday. They ate their Shabbos food for the midday meal as on any other day, without the air of reverence and devoutness that usually permeated their Shabbos meals. Their wives began preparing food for the following evening, which they believed was the beginning of the "real Shabbos."

It was only due to a Heavenly decree that Rabbi Yechiah Azruel zt"l happened to pass through the village the very next day - Sunday - which the townfolk now believed to be Shabbos. Knowing that most of the Jews were in the marketplace on Sundays, Rabbi Yechiah made his way to the shul, where he had thought he would find the village's Torah scholars poring over their holy seforim. He could hardly believe his eyes when he opened the door of the shul - the entire congregation was gathered there, dressed in their Shabbos finest and listening to the reading of the weekly portion!

"What in Heaven's name is going on here?" he demanded to know. Silence descended, and all heads turned to him questioningly. "It's Sunday today - not Shabbos!" The people were dumbstruck. For such a thing to happen twice within twenty-four hours was just too much. The men looked on with mouths wide open. Someone fainted. One of the worshippers recounted the surprising events of the previous day, at which point Rabbi Yechiah understood what had transpired. He summoned the stranger to the shul and swiftly exposed him as a fraud. In the presence of the entire congregation he put him into Cherem (excommunication) and sentenced him to one year in prison (the rabbis of Morocco were invested with judicial power by the civil authorities). For the village's Jews, he imposed certain regulations through which they could atone their inadvertent desecration of Shabbos. [Adapted from Yated Ne'eman December 23, '98]

The moral of the story? One must be most careful and circumspect when contemplating the suggestions of others, especially those who don't share our moral nor religious beliefs and values. While they may ostensibly seem to be steering us "towards the right path," their words may, upon closer inspection, be the antithesis of da'as Torah and ratzon Hashem.

Pharaoh had told Yosef to take "wagons for your small children and for your wives," and to "transport [lit. carry] your father to Egypt." Pharaoh had great respect for Yaakov, so much so that transporting him by wagon simply wouldn't do. Wagons were okay for his wives and children, but for Yaakov himself, something more grandiose was called for. Pharaoh suggested: Carry your father to Egypt - lift him up upon your shoulders, forming a human conveyer-belt, and bring him to Egypt "by hand."

Such a display of grandiosity and pretentiousness was natural for Pharaoh. He certainly would have accepted no less for himself. Yet for Yaakov, who had raised his family by constantly stressing the virtues of humility and modesty, such a pompous demonstration of flashiness was unthinkable. Especially now, when his family was leaving its homeland, forced into exile, and spend their lives under foreign rule, it was a time to lie low and attract as little attention as possible. Such is the way of the House of Yaakov.

"Is it possible," thought Yaakov, "that Yosef has completely forgotten everything I taught him? That he too has been taken-in by the glitz and flamboyance of Egyptian royal life, and expects me to parade myself through the streets of Egypt upon my children's shoulders, as if I were some kind of military hero or sports-star?" When Yaakov saw the wagons that Yosef sent to transport him that the spirit of Yaakov was revived - While Pharaoh's instructions had been to send wagons for the women and children, Yosef understood differently. His father would arrive in Egypt in a covered wagon, modestly; this was the only way he'd have it.

We live in a time where we come under the constant influence of others whose values don't necessarily reflect ours. Self-help books and gurus of various and sundry shapes and colours bombard us with one message: This is the true path to health, wealth, and happiness. While it is impossible to live in a vaccuum and shut everything out, a Jew must be on constant guard, remembering that what works for them might not necessarily be the best solution for us. The Torah must ultimately be our guiding light; all else must be examined and refracted through its prism before giving it our stamp of approval.

Have a good Shabbos.

This week's publication was sponsored by Mr. and Mrs. Yehoshua Farkas, in memory of R' Chaim ben R' Moshe Yechiel Uhr.


Text Copyright © 2002 Rabbi Eliyahu Hoffmann and Project Genesis, Inc.


 






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