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On the topic of celestial guidance, Rabbi Liebner has something of an odd contribution…
The town of Treadville was small but prosperous and lay in a high valley surrounded by higher mountains. The Treads (for that is what they named themselves) were wealthy enough to love more than work and humble enough to make more than money. Little disturbed their peace until a late autumn night.
On that night, the Treads beheld a small but bright light gleaming from the top of a neighboring mountain. Curious in their ease, they soon decided to climb the mountain — the highest of those around — to discover the source of the light.
None arrived at the summit. At a point about halfway to the peak an extension of the mountain, seemless in the granite and shaped like an immense foot, lurched from the slope and hurled the luckless climbers from the slope. Strangely, few were harmed by the fall, but none reached the peak.
And so for years, decades, and then centuries the Treads wondered what could be the source of that radiant glow? Then, one day, one Rabbi Liebner entered the village and learned of the mystery of Tread Valley. The Rabbi was fascinated by the story and felt the touch of God in its weave. That night he watched the light and knew. He knew that he had been chosen to seek its source.
The Treads were not jealous of their mysteries; they invited the Rabbi to climb the peak the next day… and made all preparations for his inevitable fall. Thus, he set out.
That afternoon, Rabbi Liebner reached Foot’s Fall, the point where the mountain made its wishes known….. and nothing happened. The Rabbi continued upwards to the cheers of the town; at sunset he reached the summit.
There, on the mountain’s brow, he stumbled to a halt. Before him stood a brilliant temple bathed in celestial light, encircled be a holy sheen. Rabbi Liebner was awed. Finally, he summoned the strength to murmur a question and a prayer. “Oh Lord, thank you for this vision! But why have I been chosen to surmount this peak? Why not the good people of Treadville in the many years they have tried?”
And to his eternal joy, the Rabbi heard in a thunderous voice from heaven, “Silly Rabbi, kicks are for Treads.”
