Forty years ago I learned the secret of the tears at Kever Rashbi. Now, as we cry together, I feel compelled to share it
While all this is well known to all of us, there is something about this “place of tears” that is not as well known, which I feel compelled to share. First, a little background is in order.
More than 40 years ago I had the opportunity to lead a group of teenagers on an NCSY summer tour of Eretz Yisrael. One of our stops was Kever Rashbi in Meron. When we arrived there, I looked around at the “regulars” who were sitting right by the kever, and I had an idea: Why not approach one of the people who spend days, months, and years by the kever and ask him to share his personal story?
I approached one elderly man davening by the kever with great intensity. While he was quite disturbed at the interruption of his daily quota of Zohar — an inheritance from his father and grandfather — he agreed to speak to our group.
On that summer afternoon, he shared the most fascinating story about the power and holiness of the site.
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