One widow's courage, hidden prophets, and an eternal miracle: The story of eishes Ovadiah
A cool wind whirled on the summit of the mountain, spreading darkness like a dark cloth over the earth. Yaakov Avinu searched the gloom. He would not be able to continue his journey in this unexpected, rapid descent of night, so he piled stones around his head and fell asleep.
In his dream, a ladder stretched over him, reaching for the heavens. On the ladder, the angels of Eretz Yisrael ascended to their place, and the angels of chutz l’Aretz descended to escort him on his way.
When Yaakov rose, early in the morning, he was astonished to discover that the stones he had placed at his head had become a single unit, apart from one stone — a round stone, hollowed in its center like a jug.
Yaakov noticed that the hollow was filled with oil. He passed his hand over his damp forehead, and understood that during the night, the oil had dripped onto his head. Yaakov turned the strange stone over, and the oil spilled to the ground. And then something wondrous took place! The hollow refilled itself with clear, pure oil.
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