It was Shabbos, parshas Yisro in Warsaw, Poland, and the great tzaddik, Rav Avrohom of Slonim Baranovitch, held his tisch among many chassidim. A yungerman who was suffering greatly from ill health arrived at the tisch and heard the rebbe’s divrei Torah:
“‘And Moshe approached the fog – the opaque darkness where Hashem was’ (Shemos 20:18)
“There are three types of darkness that affect the lives of Yid: clouds, darkness, and fog. Each one is more difficult than the other and fog is the worst and most difficult darkness than them all.
“A darkness as thick as fog means that it is so opaque even when you light a torch it cannot help you see! Moshe was able to enlighten even such a darkness for Bnei Yisroel to help them understand that even there in the fog, is Hashem!”
When the yungerman heard these words through the fog of his own pain he was greatly moved. After the tisch, he entered the tzaddik’s inner sanctum and cried out, “Surely rebbe, you meant those words just for me, right?!”
