For Whom the Bell Tolls


About a century ago, in a small European rural town there was a chapel
with wonderful sounding chimes. These very chimes had called parishoners
to service for many, many years. One wintery night there was a heavy
lightening storm; and, as luck would have it a bolt of lightening struck
the bells.

The next morning the monks saw a large crack in one of the bells. They
could not afford a new bell but one of the priests said that he knew of
a smith in a nearbye town. The only problem was that the smith was
Jewish, but he had a good reputation for his work. They decided to let
the Jewish smith repair their bell. They lowered the bell into the cart
and had the ox pull the cart to the town. They introduced themselves
and identified the problem.

The Jewish bell maker said, "Nooo Problem!" Come back in a week and I
shall have your bell looking like new. A week had passed, the priests
returned and were shown their bell. It was beautiful! It looked as
good as new. The priests paid the man, put the bell back onto the cart,
took it to the church and with some help they hoisted the bell to the top
of the tower. It now joined the other bell that was still there.

The priests waited until Sunday to ring the repaired bell. Early in
the morning, it was time to summon the parishoners to prayers so one of
the priest took up the rope to the bells and began ringing the bells.
It was a beautiful morning and slightly cool in the air and throughout
the country side rang the beautiful sound of the bells ...
Goyemmmmmmmm, Goyemmmmmm, Goyemmmmm.