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| The Treasure - A Story for Elul |
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| Written by Web Master | |
| Tuesday, 13 September 2005 | |
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By Rabbi Neil Amswych.
" By Rabbi Neil Amswych There once was a king who gave a man a treasure map. “This map,” said the king “is a map to the greatest treasure that you can ever find.” The man snatched the map and rushed away from the king without even a word of thanks, so set was he on finding the treasure. He looked over the map. It had a date and a location on it – a place far, far away. He knew it would be a long and difficult journey, but the date was close, and he knew he had to set off immediately. At times, the man felt like giving up, but he persevered and eventually found himself at the top of a mountain, exactly the location where the map told him the treasure would be found. He started to dig with his bare hands because, in his hurry, he had forgotten to bring the right tools with him to find the treasure. After a while his hands were red and sore, and he started to really regret ever looking for the treasure. In a last desperate effort, he started to dig furiously. After a short while, a shadow loomed over the small hole he had made. It was a woman, holding in her hand a map identical to his. “Where did you get that map?” he asked. “The king gave it to me,” she replied. “Well, then, if you agree to split it with me,” said the man hesitantly, “we can combine our efforts and dig faster before anyone else comes along and takes our treasure.” And that they did. Working their fingers to the bone, they dug and dug but to no avail, and it wasn’t long before another person arrived with an identical map in his hand. And as the man and woman looked up, thousands of people – the entire kingdom – were all walking towards the mountain. Eventually they had all pooled their efforts and one by one had dug into the mountain, until there was virtually no mountain left. They found no treasure. Despondent, every person from the kingdom slunk back to their homes and put their maps aside. And so it went on for many years. When the date drew near, there was a sudden frenzy of activity, there was a journey, there was a little bit of digging, and there was disappointment. The mountain got smaller each year, and still no-one could find the treasure. Each year the community left frustrated. Eventually, some of the original treasure hunters died, but passed the map onto their children in the hope that their family may come to enjoy the treasure. But year after year they returned to the same place at the same time, dug a little, and left unsatisfied. One day, a young girl went to the king. “Your Holiness,” she asked, “Why did you give my family this map? Why did you give every family a map?” The girl hung her head. “But why didn’t you just tell us this? Why make us go through all that trouble? How were we meant to know?” The girl smiled, she left the presence of the king, and she told the community all that had been said. And next year during Elul, the community journeyed to the mountain in a different sense, and they arrived as a community together on Rosh Hashanah, they started rebuilding the mountain, and then they left as one. Trackback(0)
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