“If you don’t obey the Lord your God and all His commandments and statutes, then
these curses shall come upon you” (Deut. 28: 15) Ihad never been to this
particular shul before, this renovated hospital turned into a synagogue about
two miles from where I grew up in Brooklyn. Nor had I ever prayed with hassidim.
But the Klausenberger Rebbe was particularly well-known as a saintly hassidic
rebbe who had re-settled those of his hassidim who had survived the Holocaust in
and around the Beth Moses Hospital, in the Bedford Stuyvesant section of
Brooklyn. And so, one summer morning in 1952 on the Shabbat of Ki Tavo I set out
from my home on Hart Street to the world of black gabardines and round fur hats,
eager for the opportunity to be in the presence of a truly holy man and to
experience a hassidic prayer service.
Now the Torah reading of Ki Tavo is
punctuated by 53 verses which catalogue the punishments in store for Israel when
they forsake God’s teaching: “If you don’t obey the Lord your God and all His
commandments and statutes, then these curses shall come upon you… “God will
smite you with consumption and with a fever and with an inflammation and with an
extreme burning and with the sword...
“God will turn your rain into dust,
and it will come from the skies to destroy you...
“And your corpses shall
be meat for all the birds of the sky and for beasts of the earth.
will smite you with madness and blindness and a confusion of the
“God will bring a nation from afar against you, from the end of
the earth, swooping down like an eagle, a nation whose language you don’t
understand. A haughty arrogant nation which has no respect for the old nor mercy
for the young” (Deuteronomy 28:15- 50).
It’s easy to understand why
Jewish custom mandates that these verses are always read in a low voice. The
Tochacha, or the Warning, is not something we’re very eager to hear, but if we
have to hear it as part of the Torah cycle, then the hushed words, without the
usual dramatic chant, are shocking enough.
I arrived at the huge study
hall even before the morning service had begun – and although I was the only
pre-bar mitzva boy in the congregation not wearing a black gabardine, I felt
swept up by the intensity of the people praying, swaying and shouting as though
they suspected that the Almighty might not bend His ear, as it were, to a
quieter service of the heart.
Then came the Torah reading. In accordance
with the custom, the Torah reader began to chant the Warnings in a whisper. And
unexpectedly, almost inaudibly but unmistakably, the Yiddish word “hecher –
louder,” came from the direction of the the lectern upon which the rebbe was
leaning at the eastern wall of the synagogue.
The Torah reader stopped
reading for a few moments; the congregants looked up from their Bibles in
questioning and even mildly shocked silence. Could they have heard their rebbe
correctly? Was he ordering the Torah reader to go against time-honored custom
and chant the tochacha out loud? The Torah reader continued to read in a
whisper, apparently concluding that he had not heard what he thought he heard.
And then the rebbe banged on his lectern, turned to face the stunned
congregation and cried out in Yiddish, with a pained expression on his face and
fire blazing in his eyes: “I said louder! Read these verses out loud! We have
nothing to fear, we’ve already experienced the curses. Let the Master of the
Universe hear them. Let Him know that the curses have already befallen us, and
let Him know that it’s time for Him to send the blessings!” The rebbe turned
back to the wall, and the Torah reader continued slowly chanting the
cantillation out loud. I was trembling, with tears cruising down my cheeks, my
body bathed in sweat. I had heard that the rebbe lost his wife and 11 children
in the Holocaust – but refused to sit shiva for them because he could not spare
a moment from the task of trying to save Jewish lives by enabling them to leave
Europe. He himself refused a visa for America, until the majority of his
hassidim had been saved. His words seared into my heart.
I could hardly
concentrate on the conclusion of the Torah reading. “It’s time for Him to send
the blessings!” After the Additional Service ended, the rebbe rose to speak. His
words were again short and to the point, but this time his eyes were warm with
love leaving an indelible expression on my mind and soul. “My beloved brothers
and sisters,” he said, “Pack up your belongings. We must make one more move –
hopefully the last one. God promises that the blessings which must follow the
curses will now come. They will come – but not from America. The blessings will
only come from Israel. It is time for us to go home.”
And so Kiryat Sanz
– Klausenberg was established in Netanya where the rebbe built a Torah Center as
well as the Laniado Medical Center. And an impressionable 12-year-old boy
received his first – and most profound – lesson in modern Zionism.The
writer is the founder and chancellor of Ohr Torah Stone Colleges and Graduate
Programs, and chief rabbi of Efrat.