One year before ראש השנה , the בעל שם טוב called one of his חסידים , Reb Wolff Kitzis, and told him that he wanted him to blow the שופר that year on יום טוב .
“When you blow the שופר ,” the בעל שם טוב said, “you must remember that each blast is full of holy meanings. I want you to learn them carefully. It will require much study on your part, and great concentration to keep these things in your mind as you blow.”
Reb Wolff studied as hard as he could, finding out as much as possible about the secret meanings connected with each sound of the שופר .
It was not an easy task, and Reb Wolff was very nervous about it. Surely the בעל שם טוב had a special reason for asking him to do this.
He thought about it all the time. Was there some terrible decree that hung over the Jewish people? Was the Rebbe asking him for help? He davenned to ה ‘ that he should be able to do it right.
He was so afraid of making some mistake, that he wrote down notes of all the key points that he would have to keep in mind. He planned to take out the notes and read them while blowing the שופר .
Finally, the holy day of ראש השנה arrived.
Reb Wolff davenned with great feeling, as he prepared for the mission that awaited him.
When the תורה was being read, he listened carefully to the story of אברהם and שרה , and how ה ‘ answered their תפילות and blessed them with a son in their old age.
The story of how the wicked child, ישמעאל , cried out to ה ‘ when he was dying, and how ה ‘ saved his life, also made a deep impression on Reb Wolff. “May ה ‘ save us too,” he thought.
After קריאת התורה , Reb Wolff took his place on the בימה and prepared for the שופר blowing. Two חסידים stood beside him holding the two ספרי תורה in their hands. Reb Wolff opened his סידור , and pulled his טלית carefully over his head. Then he took the שופר in his hands.
Then he reached in his pocket for the notes he had made. To his horror, he felt nothing there. His pocket was empty. Could it be that the notes were missing? He checked his other pockets. The notes were gone!
He burst into a cold sweat. What was he to do? All eyes were upon him. He had to blow the שופר . But how could he? The בעל שם טוב had told him to have these special thoughts in mind….
His face felt hot and cold. He davenned to ה ‘ to save him. He searched his pockets again… without luck… the notes were gone.
With a horrible, sinking feeling in his heart, he realized that he had failed. He would just have to blow the שופר with no special thoughts in mind at all.
He wished he could find some hole in the ground where he could crawl in and hide his shame.
After the תפילות were over, the בעל שם טוב called Reb Wolff to his room.
He entered with fear and anxiety.
“Good Yom Tov, Reb Wolff,” the בעל שם טוב said with a broad smile. “Thank you for blowing the שופר for us today.”
“B-but Rebbe,” Reb Wolff protested, “I didn’t…” The words died on his lips. He looked at the בעל שם טוב confused and upset.
“As you guessed, Reb Wolff, I asked you to prepare carefully for blowing the שופר today because of a serious decree against our people,” the בעל שם טוב explained.
“In a king’s palace there are many rooms. Each room has its own door and its own key. The secret meanings from the קבלה which you studied are like keys to all the different doors and gates in שמים . You have to know which key opens which lock.
“But there is one thing that can burst through all the doors and all the locks, like an axe, and that is a broken heart. Today that is how you blew the שופר , with a broken and a humble heart. It did the trick. It was worth more than all the keys, more than knowing all the secret Names and meanings. Yes, Reb Wolff. Your broken heart annulled the decree. It is no more.”