The Soft Whisper Drash

A young man had lost his job and didn’t know which way to turn. So he went to see the old rabbi. Pacing about the rabbi’s study, the young man ranted about his problem. Finally he clenched his fist and shouted, "I’ve begged Hashem to say something to help me.

Tell me, Rabbi, why doesn’t God answer?"

The old rabbi, who sat across the room, spoke something in reply -- something so hushed it was indistinguishable. The young man stepped across the room. "What did you say?" he asked.

The rabbi repeated himself, but again in a tone as soft as a whisper.

So the young man moved closer until he was leaning on the rabbi’s chair. "Sorry," he said. "I still didn’t hear you."

With their heads bent together, the old rabbi spoke once more.

"God sometimes whispers," he said, "so we will move closer to hear Him."