And the person with Tzaraas in whom there is the affliction – his garments
shall be torn, the hair of his head shall be unshorn, and he shall cloak
himself up to his lips; he is to call out, ”Contaminated, contaminated
It’s a heavy dose of medicine that’s dumped upon the Metzora! Why is he
isolated? That’s a terrible consequence to endure! What had he done so
wrong? Everyone knows! He spoke Loshon Hora! His mouth was undisciplined.
However there is a step or two prior to his having opened his mouth that
could have prevented his personal tragedy that may also explain why he is
singled out and removed temporarily from the community.
In the first chapter of Pirke Avos the Mishne reads, “Judge every man to the
side of merit!” Actually it may more accurately be read, “Judge the entirety
of the man to the side of merit!” It’s not so much about who you judge to
the side of merit but how you judge one to the side of merit. How does it work?
The Sefas Emes explains the Midrash that tells us, the word, “Metzora” is
really a contraction of the words, “Motzi Ra”- finding bad! “Everything in
the world is comprised of an admixture of good and bad! So it is with man!
However, since in his root he is essentially good, he can overcome the bad,
because of the principle, “Mida Tova Meruba”- the good far outweighs the
bad! However a person needs to be careful not to isolate and focus on the
bad separate from the generality of good. Everything goes back to cleaving
to the root…being a part of group can cure!”
When studying any individual it is all too easy to find and focus on a
fault. However, if we would be able to compile a list of good qualities they
would probably overwhelm the negativity. The natural instinct is to zero in
on the foible. The Mishne admonishes us to see the whole person and the
blemishes will be blurred into oblivion. That’s how to do it!
Recently on a Shabbos morning I came to Shul at our small Litvish
neighborhood Shteibl. There in the corner I established my place to pray.
There was a gift there that morning. A table Shtender- lectern was set at my
spot, unusually so, and I decided to make immediate use of it. It was
usually occupied by a sweet down-syndrome boy- a special child who parks
nearby a few seats away but he was not there yet and I was ready to grant it
to him as soon as he would come. Well no sooner than I had finished my
morning Brochos and started Pesukei D’Zimra, in he walked and settled into
his usual spot without the lectern. Immediately I uprooted the wooden box
and marched it over to the young man and motioned that I wanted him to have
it. He forcefully insisted that he didn’t want it managed to successfully
repel my offer. I was effectively thwarted by him.
Moments later though something happened that left me in total shock but it
took me a few moments to realize what happened. I did not sit as of yet but
it did not go unnoticed to me that the seat at my place was one of those old
rickety inferior folding chairs that’s hard and uncomfortable. I thought
about switching but I was not up to that point yet. Well, this kid comes
over to where I am sitting and he takes this chair away and replaces it with
his own, a big upgrade in quality. I tried to rebuff his gesture but again
he actively insisted I like this one. He could possible like it better but I
could not derail his agenda. Only later I realized that this boy was a
bigger Baal Chessed than me. He has some superior qualities that overshadows
any deficiency that anyone can find!