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The Chassidim Of Germany


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In the late 18th and early 19th centuries the struggle between chassidim and their opponents, the misnagdim, reached its peak.  In many cases, chassidim were barred from areas where the misnagdim were the majority.  Certainly it was unheard of for a city to choose a chassidic adherent as its rav.

Yet, Germany – one of the heartlands of opposition to chassidim – did choose two great chassidim to be rabbanim in two cities.

The city of Frankfurt chose Rav Pinchas Halevi Horowitz while his brother, Rav Shmuel Shmelke was appointed spiritual leader of Nicklesburg.  Both brothers were students of the famous Maggid of Mezhirech, who was the spiritual heir of the founder of chassidus, the Baal Shem Tov.

How did this unusual situation come about?  It’s a story of judgement and forgiveness.

 The Rothschilds

The father of Reb Meir Anshel Rothschild, who is credited with being the founder of the fabulously wealthy dynasty, was a simple but truly pious and G-d fearing man.  He was straight and honest in his business dealings, but he suffered from the discrimination and persecution that was directed against all Jews in Germany in the 18th century.

Crowded into their ghettos and suffering legal disabilities that make today’s claims of discrimination pale into insignificance, the German Jews suffered poverty and wretchedness.

Rothschild saw that he would have to change his location if he hoped to change his luck, so he decided to go east and become a peddler.  He wandered throughout Poland, living the life of a nomad, until he came to the Galilcian town of Chortkov.

In Chorkov, he was accepted as a shamash in the beis medrash of Reb Tzvi Hirsch Horowitz, the father of Reb Pinchas HaLevi and Reb Shmuel Shmelke.

He was a faithful and hard-working shamash and people liked and trusted him.  He gradually started a small business wherein he sold sefarim, tefillin and tzizis.  He managed to save a little money and things began to look up for him, until one day an event occurred that was to force him to leave Chortkov.

The Dispute

It happened that two merchants had a violent dispute over money.  Coming to the Reb Tzvi Hirsch they demanded that he preside over a din Torah and decide which of the two was correct.

“Very well,” answered the rav.  “But you must each put up a sum of money as guarantee that you will abide by the decision that I render.”

Both parties agreed and put up 200 gold pieces each.  The rav then sat back and listened to both of the parties outline their case.

After carefully weighing both sides, the rav rendered a verdict on behalf of one of the merchants. The loser paid and now the rav turned to the shamash and said,

“Get the money that this man gave me as security and return it to him.”

The shamash went out and returned, pale and trembling.

“Rebbe, the money is gone! Someone has stolen it!”

A search of the premises failed to turn up any sign of the money and suspicion was directed against the shamash who had access to the entire house.

“Rebbe, I give you my word that I had nothing to do with it,” pleaded the shamash.

“I believe you,” said the rabbi, “but I must ask that you swear an oath that you did not touch the money.”

Reb Meir Anshel was shocked, to swear an oath, who ever heard of such a thing.  If his word was not good enough….

“I cannot swear an oath,” he cried.  “I would rather pay from my own pocket despite the fact that I know I am innocent of all wrongdoing.”

And so the pious shamash paid 200 gold coins from his hard-earned savings but was forced to leave Chortkov in disgrace, as many people believed he had taken the money.

Back to Germany he returned and became a peddler there, going from farmhouse to farmhouse with his good and eking out a living.

 A Confession            

The years passed and one of the residents of Chortkov fell ill.  When he realized that he was dying he called in the rav and told him,

“Rebbe, I have a confession that I must make before I die.  Several years ago money was stolen from your house and the shamash was accused of stealing it.  It was all untrue.  I did it – I stole the money.”

When Rav Tzvi Hirsch heard those words his heart was filled with pain for having accused and suspected the shamash unfairly.  Turning to his family, he said:

“I must go and find him and beg for his forgiveness.”

Despite the fact that he was an old and weak man, Reb Tzvi Hirsch traveled to Frankfurt and searched out his old shamash.  Finding him he told him the whole story and begged him to forgive him.  Furthermore, he said,” I give you a blessing that you and your generations will become wealthy.”

The older Rothschild believed the blessing and told his son Reb Meir Anshel of the greatness and goodness of Reb Tzvi Hirsch.  And in the years to come, when Reb Meir Anshel had so much authority in Germany, he was instrumental in bringing Rav Tzvi Hirsch’s sons to Frankfurt and Nicklesburg.

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