Matthew 23:1-12
Presented October 30th, 2005, by J.D. Kline
The Twenty-Fifth Sunday after Pentecost
In his book The Different Drum M. Scott Peck tells a story entitled “The Rabbi’s Gift.” It’s the story of a monastery that had fallen upon hard times. All that remained of what had once been a great order was the decaying motherhouse in which lived five monks—the abbot and four others, all over seventy years of age. Clearly it was a dying order.
In the deep woods surrounding the monastery there was a little hut occasionally used as a hermitage by a rabbi from a nearby town. Through their many years of prayer and contemplation the monks had developed a spiritual sensitivity, so much so that they could always sense when the rabbi was in the hermitage, and they would whisper to one another, “The rabbi is in the woods, the rabbi is in the woods again.” Agonizing over the plight of the monastery, the abbot decided to seek out the rabbi and see if he might offer any advice that could help save the monastery.
The rabbi welcomed the abbot to his hut. But when the abbot explained the purpose of his visit, the rabbi could only commiserate with him. “I know how it is,” shared the rabbi. “The spirit has gone out of the people. It is the same in my town. Almost no one comes to the synagogue anymore.” So the abbot and the old rabbi wept together. Then they read parts of the Torah and quietly spoke of deep things. When the time came for the abbot to leave, the two embraced one another. “It has been a wonderful thing that we should meet after all these years,” said the abbot, “but I have still failed in my purpose for coming here. Is there nothing you can tell me, no piece of advice you can give me that might help save my dying order?”