Each one of us must accept upon ourselves our achrayus to be there for Klal Yisrael
on dry land.” (Shemos 14:16)
Life bumps along with its twists and turns, and the older I get, the more I realize how inexperienced I am. Where once I would’ve have jumped into a difficult situation, confident I knew exactly how to handle it, years of hard-gained wisdom have showed me it always pays to get guidance.
Recently I was faced with a thorny issue that had me stumped. There were a lot of factors, a lot of uncertainties, and people who’d be affected by my actions. Sure, I could decide on my own what I wanted to do, but I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. I discussed it with my husband, and we realized this was a question for daas Torah; specifically, we wanted the advice of Rav Yisrael Ganz shlita.
Rav Chaim Shmuelevitz observes that it was Esther, not Mordechai, who ordered the Jews to fast for three days on Pesach. Since Esther demonstrated exceptional achrayus for Klal Yisrael, she rose above Mordechai and all the gedolai hador, and they all accepted her psak halachah. The hallmark of greatness and leadership is a sense of achrayus.
The problem was a timely one. I needed an answer within 24 hours. No problem. I knew Rav Ganz usually had afternoon hours where he received visitors. However, when calling the house, I got a recorded message that Rav Ganz wasn’t receiving visitors that day.
Now what? I needed an answer and I needed it then.
I called the house again, and lo and behold the Rebbetzin answered. Despite being uncomfortable imposing, I explained my dilemma.
“Come right over,” she said. “The Rav will see you.”
I jumped into my car and raced to Mattersdorf. I found the Rav learning over tea in his dining room. I began explaining my dilemma, and then, to my horror, I found myself crying. The more I spoke, the harder I began to sob. I was humiliated, but at the same time, I realized how deeply this issue was affecting me and how crucial its resolution would be.
While I fumbled for a tissue, the Rebbetzin rushed in from the kitchen and handed me a box. Asking my permission, she sat down next to me and held my hand as I continued explaining.
The Rav was quiet for a moment, and then said he’d need to make a phone call to verify his psak. The Rebbetzin quickly wrote down my number and assured me they’d get back to me that day.
Sure enough, later that evening I received a phone call with an answer that reassured with its clarity.
But even more reassuring was the clear sense of responsibility and compassion both the Rav and Rebbetzin displayed, going out of their comfort zone to help a Yid who needed them.
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 776)