Friday, June 8, 2018

Making someone beautiful


Following is a story I read this morning and found the lesson something to remember and put into practice.

“A man who spent much time with Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach, used to speak of his ability to compliment and express gratitude …even for a muffin. On one occasion he sat with Reb. Shlomo in a dingy restaurant, presided over by a sour-looking proprietress. The woman was unusually homely and unpleasant. He was happy when she put down their breakfast order and returned to the counter. But after taking one bite of the muffin she had brought him, Reb Shlomo summoned her back. ‘My most beautiful friend,’ he said to her gently, ‘are you by any chance the person who baked this muffin?’

‘Yeah, I am, what about it?’ she retorted.

‘I just want you to know that this is the most delicious muffin I have ever tasted in my life.’

The woman gave a hint of a smile, thanked him, and started to walk away.

‘And I also want you to know,’ Reb Shlomo still was not finished. ‘And mamash (truly), I have to thank you because I was so hungry, and you did me the greatest favor in the world by so expertly baking this muffin, which is surely a taste of the World–to-Come.’

By now the woman was smiling broadly:

‘Well, gee, thanks a lot. It’s very nice of you to say so. Most people never comment when the food is good; you only hear from them when they have a complaint.’

Reb Shlomo went on to ask the woman about the special ingredients she used in preparing the muffin, and listed attentively. He was specific with his compliments, commenting on the muffin’s airy texture, its buttery and fragrant quality. Carlebach’s friend recalls that he was watching Reb Shlomo paean to a muffin with a mixture of amazement and amusement, until he gazed at the woman. ‘I was taken aback. The homely woman was no more. A few minutes with Shlomo had done the trick. She was transformed. She had become beautiful.’”

I learned there is value in acknowledging the good another has done for you and I hope someday to acquire the ability to sing hymns to muffins and make people beautiful.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Joy

For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.  Psa 30:5

I love the word joy – it brings with it a sense of peace and well-being deep deep down inside my soul where the cares and distractions of life can not touch it or take it from me.  It’s always there, always available, always present.  It is His joy that abides within me and it is His joy that is my strength.  My response to this amazing gift is to praise the One who brings it, with a heart full of thanksgiving – for even in the darkest times, I am truly blessed.