Pinchas, Rabbi Levi and Rabbi Yochanan, in the name of Rabbi
Menachem affirm: in the future all the offerings will be annulled
except for the thanks offering and all the prayers will be annulled
except for the thanksgiving prayers (Vayekrah Midrash).
Chiya bar Abba says: the miracle granted to the sick is greater
than the one done to Hanniah Michael and Azariah. The furnace
that was supposed to annihilate them had been lit by men and
therefore can be extinguished but the fire that consumes the
sick emanates from heaven and who would be able to put it out?
text, and a few others, came to my mind when I was hospitalized
in a critical condition. I was surrounded by a “swarm”
of doctors arguing vehemently on my case, each one defending
his point of view and here I was, among them like a still stone,
a mute unable to utter a sound – my eyes turned towards
them, imploring pity. To all my questions there was no answer.
They all avoided speaking to me. I, then, understood that my
recovery was not in their hands; even to bring relief to my
pains was beyond their capabilities. And all those that came
to visit me implored Heaven to have pity on me and cure me by
the merits of the tzaddikim.
came to understand that I was given into the doctors’
hands – simple human beings whose powers are so limited
and what I needed was the infinite help of the One Blessed Be
His Name. So I said to myself: who will help me if not myself?
Who will care for me more than I? Then, with a broken and bruised
heart, I lifted my eyes to Heaven to the Healer of all flesh
who performs wonders. Tearfully I beseeched Him: “Master
of the Universe, please don’t forsake me, don’t
leave me in the hands of human doctors for it is from You will
come my recovery. Cure me O G-d and I’ll be cured, my
condition is so desperate. There is no help, no deliverance
Then I recalled what our Sages, of blessed memory, said: “Greater
is the prayer of a sick man for his own sake than anything else.
And the desperate prayers of Israel after Achashverosh’s
decree were greater than all the forty nine prophets and seven
I thought of appealing to upright advocates: the tzaddikim wise
and capable of performing miracles. And, in such a way, I shall
pray in this world and they will plead my cause in the upper
world. And I said in my heart: “If G-d gives me life and
delivers me from my distress, ‘bli neder’, I shall
write a book on the merits of the tzaddikim, on their virtues
and their holiness.”
stories are precious and dear in Heaven as valuable as the ‘Maasei
Merkava’ (secrets of the divine Throne), according to
the holy Haari. And if they are pleasant to G-d, they certainly
are so in the eyes of the tzaddikim themselves: thanks to the
reminding of their merits, they are raised higher and higher
in the upper spheres and in their intense joy will plead the
cause of the narrator of their merits. And the Holy One Blessed
Be His Name acts according to the will of those that fear Him
even to the point of annulling His Own Will to the benefit of
their will. For His Glory is revealed through the recounting
of their miracles.
He Be Who listens to our prayers. He heard my prayers not because
of my merits but thanks to the merits of my ancestors and of
those tzaddikim whom I implored. He gave me back life and health;
Blessed He Be Who gives life to the dead and cures the sick.
Here I come today to bow down and prostrate myself before the
Holy One to glorify Him with my tongue, my mouth and my broken
heart. Were I as strong as a rock, as old as Matushelach, I
would still be unable to thank and glorify the Blessed He Be
not even one for thousands and thousands of the goods He granted
me from my birth to that very day.
it be for me according to the saying of our Sages (of blessed
memory). “Whoever was granted a miracle and sings a song
of thanks is assured that all his sins will be forgiven.”
since then, I took upon me to publish this book with His divine
Help. He helped me to bring my thoughts into writing and so
today I have the great privilege to say the blessing deserved
to a finished task: “Blessed He Be Who gave me life and
sustenance to reach to that day. May He grant me more of His
Kindness and allow me to write and publish more Torah insights
and comments that could be of good use for all Israel, praying
not to arrive covered with shame in the future world.”
and may it be G-d’s will.
Rahamim writing his books, generally the night,
when the many visits and the phone calls of the day ceased.
could then type, of only one finger, on his old typewriter...
was then quite old!
But isn't it written :“G. gives the force to the one who
and grants the power to the one who does not have any more resources...”