This post is a continuation of my last one. If you want to read it from the beginning, you can find it here.
In Suffering or a Blessing? Part 1, a man had endured every bit of suffering possible in his life. He went to a big Kabbalist to help him understand what was going on. He was in the waiting room when he fell asleep and woke up to everything white around him. There was a white, black and gray train filled with all types of people. When they had passed, he followed them and found a door. Inside there was a giant scale. Then he heard a voice saying this was his own judgement.
Then he hears this voice say,
“Will all of this man’s good deeds please come forward.”
The huge white train comes out and all of the big, strong men, the good deeds that he fulfilled with intent, thinking, growing, working, and he did them all with total thought, come off the train. Then the scrawny ones came out, the ones that he didn’t have the strongest intent, and he didn’t work as hard for them. The ones that were just a limb, those were the ones that he did without even paying attention. And they start piling on the scale and it starts to move and all of a sudden it hits the floor.
And the man starts cheering! He’s just so happy! He couldn’t even believe how lucky he is!
Then the voice says,
“Will all of this man’s sins please come forward.”
The huge black train comes out and all of the big, strong men, the sins that he did with passion, get on the scale. The weaker ones, the sins that he did but he didn’t really mean them, then the little limbs, all of these start to pile up.
The scale starts to life up, and the man starts to get worried. Then, the scale flips…and the sins are weighing down, and then it hits the floor. The man starts crying and pleading.
“Please! No! This can’t be it! Please! I’ll do anything! Just please don’t let this be it!”
And he thinks it’s over…until he hears another voice.
“Will all of this man’s pain and suffering please come forward.”
The gray train pulls up. The big, strong, gray men were the ones where he lost his spouse and his children. A little smaller were the ones where he lost his business, a little smaller he stubbed his toe, even smaller were the ones where he didn’t pick out the right coin from his pocket, etc.
All of these men start piling on the side of his good deeds. And the scale starts tipping again. He keeps yelling for more.
“More of those gray men! More pain! More suffering! Please please give me more of them! Give me the pain! Give me the pain!”
And then he wakes up.
The secretary says to him that The Rashash will now see him. And the man turns to him and says, “Thanks. I’m good.”
As he walks out, he bangs his head and says, “Thank God.”
Anything that we go through in this world has a purpose. Maybe it’s because it takes off any pain and suffering in the next world, or maybe it’s because we needed some sort of lesson. We ask that we don’t go through these tests but if we do, we accept them and we recognize that ultimately, they are for our good.
So that car accident? Yes, it was definitely not fun. But there are times in life where we have to just believe it is all for our benefit and it’ll all work out.
To live is to suffer, to survive is to find the meaning in the suffering. –Friedrich Nietzsche