The King Was About to Execute Him—Then He Saw His Clothes - Rabbi Lazer Brody

[music and singing] [music] >> Hashem's loving grace, welcome to Moon hour. Tonight's lesson is entitled The King and the Mountain Men. And we're going to tell a parable. It's an exciting story based on an adaptation of an ancient Hasidic parable that was first told some 250 years ago by the Hasidic master Rebbe Levi Yitzchak of Berditchev. And last year at this time of the year, the Malitzer Rebbe told it. So let me give it over. He told it in the original Yiddish. I translated in English and you get to be the first ones to hear it. Bezrat Hashem, this pretty right now it's after sundown in Israel and this is the beginning of the month of Elul. This is already considered the high holidays and because we said the Yom Kippur Katan prayer, the miniature Yom Kippur prayer on the eve of Elul and Boruch Hashem, our Sefardi brothers, they begin saying Slichot and we're all preparing for the high holidays. This corresponds to the 40 days, the 30 days between now and Yom Kippur corresponds to the 40 days. So 30 days between now and Rosh Hashanah and another 10 days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur together 40 days. This corresponds to the 40 days that Moses spent on Mount Sinai with Hashem atoning for the fiasco of the golden calf and this is a time where our prayers are accepted. We say on in the high holidays, it's like the Hashem is the king in the throne and the king on the throne in the palace, you have to go through so many guards and ministers and sergeants of arms to get to the king. But now this month in Elul, the king is in the field. This is what the way the Lubavitcher Rebbe used to describe it. And anyone can come up and get a blessing from the king and say hello to king and make a request to the king and whatever they like. So, with this in mind, we're going to tell the story of the king and the mountain man. There's several chapters, so we'll break it up Hashem, but you'll be able to see their replay on laserbeams.com and emunabeams.com. So, chapter one is entitled The Rescue. The king of Galicia, he longed for a breath of fresh air. Oftentimes, he felt like a bird in a golden cage. And the matters of state pressed on his brain. And from morning until night, he received a never-ending stream of functionaries. And each with his own urgent reason for demanding a royal audience. "Enough", the king said to himself, "I have to go for an unescorted excursion along the palatial trail of my summer palace in the Carpathian Mountains. With the lake and the flowers and the birds and the animals, that will revive my soul." Well, leaving the capital city of Lviv with a minimal entourage, the king traveled two days south to the beautiful Carpathian Mountains in Southwest Ukraine. And he shed his crown and his royal robes and the king dressed in a simple horseman's costume. And he exited the palace as unobtrusively as possible. Well, the moment he left his high-polished marble walkway and trod on the rich green grass by the river, the king's heart soared. The golden sun of late afternoon shimmered on the lake. And while the swans elegantly glided along the water of the refreshing breeze of Southern Ukraine's last summer days. Well, the more the king walked, the more elated he felt. Well, his mind sprouted wings and his thoughts seemed to cruise alongside the fluffy clouds. And he lost all sense of time and direction. And the king wandered far beyond the confines of the palace grounds. Well, before he knew it, the sun made a hasty descent on the western horizon. And a cool evening wind chased away the warm breeze of daytime. The lake and the lush lawns gave way to thick stands of oak and white poplar. By the time King reached a clearing, it was nearly dark. He'd been walking for nearly 4 hours and bewildered, he looked from side to side. He didn't recognize anything and he was unable to fathom the way to get back to the palace. He lost his sense of direction. Suddenly, he heard the sound of hoofs of horses, a band of ruthless Hutsuls. The Hutsuls were rough Carpathian Carpathian mountain men who lived in the forest wilds and they entered the clearing. "And please," the king said he as he approached one Hutsul, "mean-looking guy on a lean lead horse, help me find my way back to the palace. I'm the king and you gentlemen will be well rewarded." "The king?" The scar-faced leader he laughed in his face. "If you're the king, then I must be the bishop." He scoffed and to the light of the henchmen, he brandished his sword to threaten the king. Without thinking twice, the king ran away and he fled deep into the thick woods, temporarily safe from the band on the horseback because the horses couldn't go between the thick of the thickets and the trees. An hour later, the king went through the woods and he encountered a lone shack deep in the forest. Well, to the king's misfortune, this was none other than the hideout of another gang of thieves. Once more, the king begged for assistance. Again, he was insulted, ridiculed, and threatened. Nobody believed he was the king. Luckily, the thieves were sluggish from their excess of their daily excess of vodka, so the king was able to escape from them as well. When an owl hooted its haunting chant and a wolf howled at the moon, the night's temperatures were dropping very fast like they do in the Ukraine, warm days and very cold nights, a growing fear entered the king's heart. Well, if the mountain men and the bandits wouldn't kill him, then the wild animals and the perils of the forest would. The king had no idea what to do and where to turn. He leaned against the tree, caught his breath, and tried violently to prevent despair from subjugating him. "I must maintain my clarity," the king said to himself. Well, a hand came from nowhere and grabbed the king from behind. A massive forearm choked him while another iron hand twisted his arm, nearly tore it off the socket. "Vassily, look at this price." yelled a young, burly voice in South Ukrainian vernacular. "A regular nobleman. Wait till you see his black leather boots." "Ah." moaned the king, his arm wrenching in pain and his chest struggling to inhale. "Please, I beg you, have pity on me. I am King Gustav. I I I've lost my way. If any of you shelter me for the night and help me return to the palace, you'll be rewarded for life. I have 100 gold rubles with me. I can give you much more." Well, the burly, bearded, sheepskin-clothed leader, he approached the king, still painfully restrained in the clutches of one of the woodsmen, and he produced a menacing hunting knife from his sheath. Well, its sharp, cold as sharp steel touched the king's neck and it sent a shiver from the bottom of the king's spine to the top. "Not only will you relinquish the 100 rubles, nobleman, but you shall relinquish your life because no one discovers our hideout and lives to see another day." Well, the king dared not move a muscle. Only the fear of the ominous blade that hovered over his throat outdid the excruciating pain in the shoulder for the merciless bandit nearly yanked the king's right arm out of its socket. Well, the end seemed imminent. For no apparent reason, Vassily lowered the knife and replaced it in his sheath. "Release the nobleman, Ivan. Go get the others and fetch the horses." "But, Vassily." "No, do as I say, you daft ox, or I'll slit your wretched throat." hissed the leader. "I shall dispose of this nobleman personally." Well, Ivan, like a reprimanded puppy with his tail between his legs, took the other bandsmen and disappeared into the woods. Well, Vassily's eyes softened and he focused through the darkness on the king's bewildered countenance. And he whispered, "We have no time, Your Majesty. Let us hasten, for shortly every villain in the forest will be in hot pursuit of both of us. "What on earth?" asked the king. "Forgive my disrespect, Your Majesty, but let me Let's forego the needless conversation for the time being. We must move swiftly and silently." That's the end of part one. We now go to part two. Part two is a title The Young Minister. Well, the king was amazed. But he was immensely pleased that the woodsman recognized him. He strained to keep pace with the sinewy red-bearded young woodsman who traversed the far the far forest with agility of the gazelle. Whenever the king faltered or whenever the king faltered, Vasyl both encouraged and prodded the king. An hour later, they forded a river. "Rest here for a moment, Your Majesty, and drink. It's good, clean water. Thank heavens I can safely say that the danger has passed. We're only 2 hours' walk from the palace. And soon we'll reach the palace grounds." Well, the king was astounded. He didn't remember crossing a river on the way to the forest, but the entire previous day felt like nothing more than a dream, a hazy memory. He washed his face in the river's cool waters and he drank to his fill. Water never tasted better in his life. Refreshed, he looked up and saw the first signs of dawn, a thin light of reddish-gold on the eastern horizon. They'd been walking all night. "Boy, shoyus spaseeba, Vasyl. Thank you for saving my life." "It was my honor, my duty, and my privilege, Your Majesty." For the next 2 hours, they walked and talked as they headed to the palace. The king was amazed to discover that Vasyl was only 20 years old. He marveled at his leadership qualities, as well as the stark contrast between the Hutsul's rough appearance and this young man's refined manner. Even though he was dressed roughly and coarsely, he had a refined manner, and the king was captivated by the mountain man's honesty, indigenous intelligence, and straightforward reasoning. He felt an unexplainable connection to Vasyl, a self-educated orphan who grew up in the remote parts of Western Ukraine. Well, the king's summer palace was visible in the distance. I trust you can reach the palace from here, your majesty. I must take leave. Please don't, Vasily. You can You can't return to the woods. You ruin the gang's expectations of 100 golden rubles. They'll murder you. Please, I want to come and bring you to the palace. The palace here? No, not this. This is only my summer palace here on the lake. I want to take you back with me to Lviv, to the palace of the capital city. And with your with your aptitude that is inherent natural ability, the sky's the limit. I anticipate a brilliant future for you, and I'll have you tutored in the sciences and educated in the affairs of state, and you shall be like a son to me, and you shall dine on my table. Well, back at the palace, the atmosphere of grief over the king's sudden disappearance turned into rejoicing. Even before the king attended to his own needs, he assigned a personal valet to care for Vasily's every need. The king ordered his best servants to bathe and barber the woodsman, prepare proper chambers, and dress them in priestly garb. With no delay, the king assigned his wisest advisers to begin tutoring Vasily in mathematics, linguistics, economics, and political science. He ordered that Vasily eat his evening meal on the king's table. Only then did the king retire to his chambers to recover from the previous day and all-night ordeal. Well, Vasily bathed and shaved and dressed in new priestly clothes. He looked like a blue blood from birth. May I do anything else for you, sir? asked the valet. Yes, responded Vasily. Please don't discard my old clothes, my hat, and my boots. Wrap them in a rucksack, and please store them in a safe place. And he thought to himself, No one ever knows what the future holds. Maybe I might need those clothes again. Within a few weeks, Vasily had nothing left to learn from his tutors. He mastered algebra in a in two weeks, a fortnight. Geometry in three days, trigonometry it took him a week to learn. He's now solving differential equations in calculus. Please accept my humble apologies, your majesty, said one of the tutors. We can no longer keep up with the the pupil. The king received updates of a similar vein from the tutors in political science and economics as well. But greater than Vasily's phenomenal intelligence and his acumen was a practical, organized, and disciplined mind capable of applying the and implementing everything they learned. The king's favorite part of the day was his nightly repast with Vasily. All day long he looked forward to the invigorating two hours when he dined, exchanged ideas, and conversed with the former woodsman, now royal protege and adopted son. Vasily quickly became the king's trusty confident and sounding board. The monarch was repeatedly overwhelmed by the young man's uncanny ability to recognize truth, thus discerning between good advice and bad advice. Eventually, the king refused to accept a single ministerial request or suggestion without first consulting Vasily. So soon after grow outgrowing all his tutors, Vasily was spending the bulk of the day at his the king's side. One short year after arriving at the palace, Vasily was officially declared Minister of the Interior. The populace was enamored with the straightforward, honest, and good-heart good-hearted young minister who did more for the villagers and the townsmen alike than any other minister before him in Galicia. The king was flooded with praise from the four corners of the kingdom for the young minister's performance. We go now to part three, which is entitled inherited his ministerial position from his father. He was a blue-blood whose ancestors were related to the first kings of Galicia. He was a petty, jealous, and spiteful person. Pushnikov loved money, vodka, and licentiousness in that order. As Minister of Internal Security, he ruled a corrupt regime of internal terror based on bribery, corruption, corruption, and protection. Pushnikov was extremely paranoid. He would quickly eliminate anyone who failed to flatter his disgusting ego. More than anything, Pushnikov hated Vasily with a poisonous passion. Whenever someone mentioned Vasily's name, Pushnikov would spit. And he cursed, and he blurted out, "That cursed mongrel! He hasn't removed the burrs from his beard, yet he dines with a king. Whoever heard of such a disgrace? Never in Galicia's history has been a scam like this, where a lowly dog from the backwoods dons a minister's gown." For days on end, Pushnikov would drink himself into a stupor and pace back and forth in his lavish ministerial ministerial office like a frenzied bear in a cage. No matter how he drank, sleep eluded him. He could not sleep. Without with a growl that disturbed the dead, he summoned Semenkin. Semenkin was the head of secret police. Well, Pushnikov said to Semenkin, "I don't care how you do it, Semenkin." And he threatened with his bloodshot eyes protruding from their sockets in frenzy. He slammed his flint pistol on the highly polished ministerial oak desk, and he said, "Within 3 weeks, I want an airtight case against the country bumpkin, including charges of embezzlement and treason, complete with dates, times, places, and witnesses. 10,000 rubles await you when the high court grants him the death penalty, or a slit throat if you fail. I'll have a skull on my desk, either his or yours. Now, get out of here and hurry." Semenkin exac- executed his duties as commander of secret police with surgical precision. He was steel-cold and heartless, a perfect functionary for his superior. Neither would have any difficulty disposing of the next of kin for a suitable price tag. Within the designated time period, Semenkin had gathered a giant dossier that incriminated Vasily in a score of major crimes, ranging from embezzlement, embezzling funds from the king's coffers, and channeling them over the borders to conspiracy and high treason. A minister a master of evil, Semenkin utilized factual circumstantial evidence, including the actual dates and times of Vasily's visit to border villages. On the foundation of several truthful facts, he built a mountain of lies with hermetically sealed testimony. A host of witnesses were tutored, threatened, and purchased for the task. No one says no to Semenkin. He also had no desire to be the skull on his on his boss's desk. Well, the king read the writ of accusation from the head prosecutor's office. He felt dizzy and nauseous, and he lost his breath. He couldn't breathe. He says, "That can't be true." He thought. Reading about Vasily's alleged treachery against the kingdom? But law is law, and justice must run its course. Well, cases of ministerial status were tried directly in the high court. The sinister Porfirikov bribed, threatened, and maneuvered the judges until his nephew, the pampered calt Konstantinov, was named head justice of the tribunal to later hear the case. So, Konstantinov was also a carryover of aristocratic spoils. A brilliant thinker and a man of order, he would have been a remarkable judge had he not fallen under his uncle's influence. But Konstantinov, he was perfect for the role at hand. Periodically during the trial, he strategically interrupted the prosecution, stressing salient points, and rehashing the false charges and evidence as if he were only seeking clarification of the facts. Ultimately, he delivered lies even more eloquently than the prosecution did itself. Well, refusing to accept the aid of a barrister, Vasily sat alone on the bench of the accused. He listened to lie after lie, yet he showed no emotion. Only a telltale vein twitch from time to time in his forehead, and his jaw was fixed like a block of granite. Well, the prosecution presented its case for two full days. Meanwhile, Vasily was kept under house arrest in the proceedings concluded. On the morning of the third day, High Justice Count Constantinov turned to Vasily and said with formal pomp, "The defense may present its case." Well, the entire kingdom kingdom occupied itself during those days with nothing other than the sensational trial of the woodsman turned minister. The courtroom was packed with hundreds of people, yet a tense silence filled the air. All eyes turned to Vasily. Could he pierce the bulwarks of the prosecutor's case? Well, Vasily rose to his full height, and he looked directly in the eyes of the supercilious Constantinov. "I shall not waste my breath on unraveling the inconsistencies of the prosecution's case, for it's all lies as you know, Your Honor. You, High Justice, have broken every rule of jurisprudence. Truth and justice have eluded this courtroom. It's surely a shameful day when the kicks of the kingdom when the High Justice argues the prosecution's case for them. You, sir, has obviously slaved swayed your two colleagues. Words of truth and divine I shall not grace this odious room of lies with distortion and words of truth." Pushtyakov went berserk when he heard that. He jumped out of his seat next to Chief Procurator. "What insolence! Contempt of court! This is an outrage!" Constantinov's became flesh his face blushed, became a full pink, then an ashen white. Vasily's admonition pierced his heart like a saber, but he knew it was true. He gulped, cleared his throat, and reassumed his peremptory high justice manner, and addressed the uncle with ersatz calm. "Please down Please calm down, Mr. Minister of Internal Security. An contempt of court is dwarfed by the charges at hand. We shall recess for 2 hours and then state our verdict." Well, 2 hours later, to no one's surprise, the court reconvened to announce the verdict verdict of guilty on all counts. The sentence of Vasily Fyodorovich Lysenko shall hang by the neck until dead 10 days from today. The accused has the right to issue one request before the execution of sentence. The next part, chapter 4, that's the final request. An eerie silence filled the king's palace. It's 3:00 a.m., just 6 hours before the execution. The nervous king tossed and turned in his bed, troubled to his very core. He refused to believe that Vasily would ever betray him and the homeland. But, what can he do about the evidence? Royal law required that the king approve and sign the final verdict ordering the execution of a minister. King Gustav sensed foul play, but he lacked proof. His conscience urged him not to sign the verdict. Worse than the turmoil of the king's indecision and insomnia was the mystery of Vasily's reckless request which both the court and the king approved. Vasily requested nothing other than to appear in the court to address the king in public in the presence of the palace guard, the ministers, and the throngs of onlookers for 5 minutes while dressed in his old mountain man's clothes before being executed. Why the old clothes? What What was Vasily going to say? The king continued to toss and turn until the first light of dawn penetrated the window. A steady stream of people was arriving at the royal city from all corners of the kingdom of Galicia. For many, Vasily was a shining light in a sea of darkness and corruption. During his short term as Minister of the Interior, he had helped more underprivileged and disenfranchised citizens than all the corrupt predecessors combined. Unlike the peasants, the poor, and the plain citizens who admired, loved, and supported Vasily, the corrupt carriage-driven noblemen were more than happy to see the common, ex-the upstart executed. We now have the timeline of execution day. 8:30 a.m. A prison guard opens Vasily's oak and iron-reinforced cell door and perfunctorily threw him inside a rucksack with a boot, a cap, and old sheepskin clothes. "Prepare yourself," barked the guard. "We leave in 10 minutes." 8:42 a.m. The guards remove Vasily from his cell and escort him across the main court of the the courtyard, the main square of the royal city to the gallows erected in the center of the square. Tens of thousands of people have arrived from all the kingdom to witness the final execution. 7 minutes later, 8:49 a.m., Vasily, hands and feet bound, is raised to the gallows platform. 8:50 a.m. With the royal executioner waiting in the holds, the chief prosecutor reads the court verdict and passes it to the king for the final signature. 8:51 a.m., the crowd of thousands hushes. The king declares, "Vasily Abramovich Lopatin, I hereby I grant you your final request." The king glances at Vasily, dressed in his woodman's guard, and he nearly faints. Two officers of the royal pass guard of the royal palace guard hurry to support the king from falling. The palace physician grabs the king's wrist, but the king reassures everyone that his composure has returned. The monarch inhales deeply and declares, "You are granted 5 minutes to speak your final piece." Vasily looks the king directly in the eyes. Not long ago, Your Majesty, you were lost in the forest at the mercy of elements and predators both of a two-legged and four-legged variety. In the backwoods, you were no king, only an object of ridicule and contempt who would soon meet a certain death at the hands of the barbarians. Only I, Vasily of Romovich Lodnic, recognized you. I risked my own life to save yours, yet requested nothing in return. I acted on your behalf before you offered me any reward or remuneration. You, Your Majesty, demanded that I return to the palace with you. Had I been a traitor and embezzler like Pushnikov and his patsies say, and the crowd gasps. The difficult Pushnikov, a traitor in the past. I would have slit your throat, taken your 100 gold rubles, and let your body rot in the woods. No one would ever found you. But no, Your Majesty, I did the opposite. When no one else recognized and came to your help, I did. I acted first with no expectation of personal gain. Only afterward did I hear your promises. Just as I arrived here penniless, I now depart penniless except for the tens of thousands of citizens in this country that I turned devoted my help, my term of service to help the masses, and they all attest to that. No one could rob me of the merit of my selfless service to you and to the kingdom. I now go to my death with a clear and innocent heart, for I believe the truth and justice shall prevail forever while the real tyrants shall taste their own medicine their own bitter medicine. Well, the crowd erupted like a volcano, and thousands chanted, "Vasily! Vasily! Long live Vasily! Save him! Save him!" And tears were streaming down King Duff's cheeks. There was no denying these words of truth. The puzzle came together in his mind. Surely, he had been forewarned on several occasions about Pushnikov's treachery. An attack on Vasily was attack on a king. Whispering something to the palace guard commander, the king raised the court verdict high above his head and ripped it into shreds. Well, Vasily was released and restored to his former position with full honors. Pushnikov, Semensky, Konstantinov, and a score of others were detained by the army, forced to confess, ultimately tried and convicted. To this day, as you walk through the Carpathian mountain forests of southwestern Ukraine, you can hear the wind in the northwest blowing through the pine trees and calling, "Vasily, Vasily." That's the end of our story. Now, the epilogue. See, the moral of our story. The king, the mountain man, reveals the secret of the shofar. The ram's horn trumpet that we sound each morning during the month of Elul, that's this month. And again on both days of Rosh Hashanah and once more on the termination of Yom Kippur, when we conclude the Neilah service. King Gustav, he symbolizes the almighty, the king of kings. The palace symbolizes the heavens, while the forest symbolizes the lowly physical world. The king wanders from the summer palace to the forest, an allegory of the almighty revealing himself on earth in the month of Elul. Well, in the forest, the different hands of robbers represent the different nations of the earth. They scoff and ridicule the King Gustav. No one accepts him or believes him to really be king. Only Vasily, who symbolizes the Jewish people, he recognizes the king. Similarly, the Talmud teaches us in tractate Avodah Zarah that the almighty offered the Torah to all the nations, but each refused it for different reasons. One nation refused it because it said you can't murder, another nation refused it because you have to discontinue stealing, and the third refused that they can't forbid adultery cuz they live by adultery. Only the people of Israel and those who clang to the people of Israel, accepted the Torah unconditionally saying na'aseh v'nishma, we shall perform the commandments and hear about them, dedicating their lives to Hashem even before they knew what Hashem required of them. In like manner, Vastly rescues the king with no ulterior motive, first doing then listening to the king's offer. This is na'aseh v'nishma. He first did, first helped save the king, and then he listened to the king's offer to come and live in the palace. Well, while the other ministers were preoccupied with personal gain, Vastly's motives were truly altruistic, fueled by his own desire to uplift the simple subjects of the kingdom. Likewise, whereas the nations of the world are self-oriented, the Jewish people are light unto the nations with the task of spreading emunah and spirituality around the globe until every inhabitant of the earth calls Hashem's name. The nations of the world grit their teeth in hate and envy of the Jew, just as the other ministers who so fiercely jealous of Vastly waited for the opportunity to topple him. Well, the king, of course, treated Vastly like a son. That's what the Torah says. Or, even bnei matan Hashem u'keka, you're all sons of Hashem. Which symbolizes the special parental relationship that Hashem has with his beloved sons and daughters. When Vastly is about to be executed, he dons his old woodman's guard made from sheepskin. And this is addictive. Why sheepskin? This is a uh metaphor for the ram's horn shofar. As such, King Da- King Gustav flashed back to his predic- predicament in the woods when Vastly, then the sheepskin-clad mountain man, saved his life. Well, at Mount Sinai, when Hashem revealed himself to give the Torah to Moses and the people of Israel, the sound of the shofar was heard from all four directions like thunderbolts. You can read about that in chapter 19 of Exodus. The shofar is therefore a key symbol of Hashem's revelation on Mount Sinai when he presented us with the 10 Commandments. We sound the shofar during these days leading up to a critically important trial on Rosh Hashanah, a life or death trial, when we face most severe accusations in the world by the evil accusing angels. In our parable, Pushnikov and his henchmen represent the accusing angels who constantly try to tarnish our name, tarnish the name of the name of Israel, and find fault with Hashem's chosen people. The shofar reminds Hashem of the Akedah, when our forefather Abraham was willing to sacrifice his own beloved son Isaac that he waited 100 years for, if Hashem so desired. In like manner, Vasily was willing to sacrifice himself to save the king because of the robbers with the condiment, surely both were put to death. Vasily's Outback Guard performs the same task as the shofar to remind the king of what happened on that fateful day back in the woods when no one else recognized him. With our shofar, we too remind Hashem that we're the same people who accepted his Torah when no other nation would. A fact so strong in itself that convinces Hashem to drop all charges against us. We're also the descendants of Abraham and Isaac who throughout history sacrificed themselves in the sanctification of Hashem's holy name. Well, the day of Vasily's trial represents the fateful life and death trial of Rosh Hashanah. The day of the execution when the king required to sign the high court's verdict of a death sentence, this represents Yom Kippur and Hoshana Rabbah when the verdicts of Rosh Hashanah are signed and delivered, signed by the king himself. Just as the king tossed a turn the night before the execution by remaining remaining awake all all night on Hoshana Rabbah, our prayers uh and our learning don't allow the king to slumber. That's because Hashem listens to everything we say. Hashem, the King of Kings, sees how his chosen people act like angels and consequently rescinds the harsh judgments. So, just as Vasily was restored to his full honors by blowing the shofar, uh already every day in the month of Elul from the beginning of Elul we blow the shofar every morning and we hope to invoke divine compassion until we seen will soon will soon will see the complete redemption of our people in the coming of Messiah and the building of the holy temple in Jerusalem speedily in our days. Amen.