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Hello kids.
Do you remember that King Schlommo was
exiled by Ashai
who took his throne and pretended to be
him?
Well, after seven long years of
wandering through deserts, villages, and
lonely paths, dusty, torn, and limping,
King Schlommo finally arrived at the
gates of Jerusalem.
But when he tried to tell the people, "I
am King Schlommo,"
they laughed and shook their heads.
"King Schlommo, you go home. The real
king is in the palace.
They didn't know that the king in the
palace was really Ashai,
the evil king of the demons.
The real Schlommo, exhausted but
determined, refused to give up.
He went straight to the Sanhedrin, the
wisest judges in all Israel, who
gathered in their grand hall filled with
glowing lamps and Torah scrolls.
They whispered among themselves,
"This poor man [music] keeps saying he
is King Schlommo,
but the king is sitting on his throne,
isn't he? Something here is very
strange.
The Sanhedrin called Ben Ayahu Ben
Yhoyada
the bravest warrior and Schlommo's most
loyal helper.
Could this ragged man truly be the king?
They asked.
Benanyahu thought carefully and
remembered how the king had cast him out
long ago.
He also noticed that the one who serves
as a king now had none of the king
Schlommo's wisdom, kindness, or
righteousness.
Something was wrong.
Benyahu ran as fast as he could to
Batshava, the mother of King Schlommo,
and found her sitting sadly wiping away
tears.
Her hands trembled as she spoke.
My son, my schlommo.
He no longer walks the path of goodness.
His actions are strange. His heart feels
far away. And he is not the righteous
king he once was.
Benyahu's eyes narrowed with suspicion.
Tell me, have you noticed the king's
feet lately?
Batva looked puzzled.
Feet?
Oh, for years now. He always hides his
feet. He never takes off his socks. Not
even from me.
Ben Yahoo's heart skipped a beat. He
understood.
This is Ashai,
the king of the demons who pretends to
be King Schlommo.
Only a demon hides its feet like this.
Without hesitation,
Benyahu returned to the Sanhedrin.
"We must catch him just like when I was
instructed by King Schlommo once." "How
to capture Ashidai," he said.
The judges gave him a ring in chains
engraved with Hashem's holy name. The
only thing strong enough to bind a
demon.
Benyahu rushed to the palace.
Guards tried to stop him, but he pushed
through with fiery determination.
He stormed into the king's chambers and
boldly lifted the hem of the royal
cloak. And there they were, chicken
feet, demon feet, not human at all.
Ashmedai froze, his disguise shattered
like thin glass. Impostor!
Benyahu shouted. The Sanhedrin carried
the torn, dusty, but brave Schlommo into
the hall. Ashmedai's eyes widened with a
mighty flap of his enormous wings. He
let out a terrible screech and vanished
up, up and away, never to claim the
throne again.
The palace erupted with joy. Schlommo
washed himself, put on clean robes, and
bowed gratefully before Hashem, who had
returned everything he had lost.
But the king never forgot the fear he
had experienced.
And from that day on, 60 mighty guards
stood around his bed each night holding
shining swords just as he wrote in
Shasharim.
Behold the bed of Schlommo.
60 mighty warriors stand around it. The
warriors of Israel, all holding swords,
experienced in battle. Each one [music]
with his sword at his side, guarding
against fear in the nights.
And children, do you know this is also
one reason we say kat shama at night to
protect ourselves from hidden dangers.
Just as King Schlommo protected himself.
From King Schlommo's long and difficult
journey, we learn something precious.
Even the wisest and most righteous might
fall, but they can always rise again.
We must never lose hope because Hashem
can lift us from dust to glory. And we
must always remain humble because
everything we have is a gift from Hashem
and he can change our path in an
instant.
>> [music]
>> Be patient.
