Berel was never interested in being rich. He was a simple איד , quite satisfied with what he had. When he davened to ה‘ three times a day, he davened for many things: good health; good children; that ה‘ should help him to understand תורה , and more feeling into his heart when doing מצוות . But riches? It never even occurred to him to daven for such a thing. ברוך ה‘ , he had a good wife, nice children, and he was making a modest פרנסה . Could anyone wish for more?
Berel lived in a little town called Chasnik, not far from Chernobyl, where the צדיק, ר‘ מרדכי Chernobyler, lived. Berel was a חסיד of the Chernobyler Rebbe as he was known, and he went there several times a year to get a רוחניות‘דיקע boost. When he went he would take with him the money he had put aside for צדקה to leave with the Rebbe, who, he knew, would know where it would do the most good.
One day the town of Chasnik was very excited. They heard that the Rebbe was coming on one of his rare visits. Berel was especially excited, for the Rebbe usually stayed in his house. However, Berel was soon bitterly disappointed. He learned the Rebbe would not stay in his house this time. Worse still, the Rebbe gave instructions that Berel should not come before him, either in יחידות , or with others. Even more, Berel should not come to the Rebbe's table, nor should he be among those welcoming the Rebbe, or those seeing him off when he left!
The Rebbe made it very clear that nothing would make him change his mind except one thing: If Berel would come with 2,000 rubles in his pocket and place it on the Rebbe's table for צדקה ; then, and only then, would he again be the favorite חסיד he had always been!
Poor Berel was quite bewildered and upset. Surely the Rebbe knew how much money he had. If he would sell his house with all that was in it, he still wouldn’t even have half the amount the Rebbe wanted him to bring. What had he done to deserve such punishment?
This was all too much for Berel to bear. For once in his lifetime he wished he were a rich man, and for the first time in his life he now davened with all his heart thatה‘ would make him rich, so that he could bring the Rebbe 2,000 rubles for צדקה.
The Rebbe had come and gone. All the חסידים of Chasnik had welcomed the Rebbe with joy and dancing, had sat listening to his inspiring words, had received his ברכות , and had seen him off dancing in the street. Berel sat alone in his house, feeling hurt and miserable. However, he didn't give up hope that ה‘ would accept his תפילה and make him rich if for no other reason than that he should be able to be reunited with his Rebbe.
Sometime later, there was again excitement in Chasnik, but this time it was more like a panic. A battalion of invading soldiers was passing through town, and the town's people were ordered to accommodate the soldiers. Several armed soldiers arrived at Berel's house and announced that they were going to spend the night there. They carried a heavy chest, which they placed in a closet. The soldiers were very tired from their long march, and they were soon fast asleep.
In the middle of the night an alarm was sounded. The half sleepy soldiers left the house in a great hurry, and went off with all their comrades. A few hours later, a troop of some twenty soldiers returned and searched the town, looking for the chest which had been forgotten when they responded to the alarm.
Several times the soldiers passed Berel's house, but never came in to search it. After hours of searching without any results, the troop left again.
Days later, Berel noticed the chest in the little closet. Months passed and Berel had almost forgotten about the chest when he noticed it again. Since nobody came to claim it, he decided to look inside. He was amazed to find it filled with money, in paper and coins, and realized that it was obviously the treasury of the invading battalion. The thought came to Berel's mind that ה‘ must have, after all, accepted his תפילה and made him rich! Berel immediately counted out 2,000 rubles and left immediately for Chernobil. With a happy smile on his face, Berel came to the Rebbe and placed the money on his table. The Rebbe did not seem very surprised, though he was obviously pleased.
"Where did you get the money, Berel?" the Rebbe asked. So Berel told him the whole story.
The Rebbe then said to Berel, "It had been revealed to me that you were supposed to become rich. The only problem was that you had never davened for riches. In שמים they wanted to hear a תפילה from you, at least one little תפילה , that you wanted to be rich. So I decided to help out. The rest you know. Now that your תפילה was accepted and you have become a rich man, I suggest that you move to a larger town and become a wholesale merchant, and ה‘ will bless you with הצלחה . However, remember, Berel, that riches can be a harder test than being poor. Be careful that you should be worthy of ה‘ 's trust in you."
(Adapted from the L’chaim Newsletter)