City Year Founding Story: The Rabbi's Gift

Once a great order, a decaying monastery had only five monks left. The order was dying. In the surrounding deep
woods, there was a little hut that a Rabbi from a nearby town used from time to time. The monks always knew
the Rabbi was home when they saw the smoke from his fire rise above the tree tops. As the Abbot agonized
over the imminent death of his order, it occurred to him to ask the Rabbi if he could offer any advice that might
save the monastery.
The Rabbi welcomed the Abbot at his hut. When the Abbot explained the reason for his visit, the Rabbi could
only commiserate with him. “I know how it is,” he exclaimed. “The spirit has gone out of the people. It is the
same in my town. Almost no one comes to the synagogue anymore.” So the Abbot and the Rabbi sat together
discussing the Bible and their faiths. The time came when the Abbot had to leave. “It has been a wonderful
visit,” said the Abbot, “but I have failed in my purpose. Is there nothing you can tell me to help save my dying
order?” “The only thing I can tell you,” said the Rabbi, “is that the Messiah is among you.”
When the Abbot returned to the monastery, his fellow monks gathered around him and asked, “What did the
Rabbi say?” “He couldn’t help,” the Abbot answered. “The only thing he did say, as I was leaving was that the
Messiah is among us. Though I do not know what these words mean.”
In the months that followed, the monks pondered this and wondered whether there was any possible
significance to the Rabbi’s words: The Messiah is among us? Could he possibly have meant that the Messiah is
one of us monks here at the monastery? If that’s the case, which one of us is the Messiah? Do you suppose he
meant the Abbot? Yes, if he meant anyone, he probably meant Father Abbot. Certainly he could not have meant
Brother Elred! Elred gets crotchety at times. But come to think of it, even so, Elred is virtually always right.
Maybe the rabbi did mean Brother Elred. Of course the Rabbi didn’t mean me. He couldn’t possibly have meant
me. I’m just an ordinary person. Yet supposing he did? Suppose I am the Messiah?
As they contemplated in this manner, the monks began to treat each other with extraordinary respect on the
off chance that one among them might be the Messiah and in turn, each monk began to treat himself with
extraordinary respect.
It so happened that people still occasionally came to visit the beautiful forest and monastery. Without even
being conscious of it, visitors began to sense a powerful spiritual aura. They were sensing the extraordinary
respect that now filled the monastery. Hardly knowing why, people began to come to the monastery frequently
to picnic, to play, and to pray. They began to bring their friends, and their friends brought their friends. Then it
happened that some of the younger men who came to visit the monastery started to talk more and more with
the older monks. After a while, one asked if he could join them. Then, another and another asked if they too
could join the abbot and older monks. Within a few years, the monastery once again became a thriving order, a
vibrant center of light and spirituality in the realm.
 – Author unknown
Adapted from the Different Drum: Community Making and Peace
by Dr. M. Scott Peck

 

By assuming the specialness of every person, we build a culture of respect that generates energy, creativity, and magnetism – something that people can sense and feel, and to which they are drawn. Highly respectful cultures treat every person with courtesy and interest, and convey the understanding that every member of the community is valued. By treating every person with the utmost respect, we develop a culture in which everyone wants to give their best to others, and expects to receive the best from others in return. It is the type of culture everyone deserves, and it is up to us to make it happen. 

 

 

 

City Year Founding Story: The Rabbi's Gift Art

 

Karin Sperber
Karin Sperber is from Chittenango, a small town in central New York,
and served with City Year Cleveland during 2011-2012 school year. She
will be returning for a second year with the corps in 2012-2013. She said
the Rabbi’s Gift resonated with her most: “I was struck by the picture the
story created – how the monks knew when the Rabbi was in his hut if
there was smoke rising from the tree tops. I couldn’t stop thinking about
this image and had to put it on paper.”