After the Chozeh’s petirah, his son, Rav Yosef of Trotchin zy’a, received an inheritance of his father’s silk Shabbos cloak, his gartel, and his wall clock that had always hung in his room.
As he rode home from Lublin, it began to rain strongly. He was forced to make a stop in a small town, where he took shelter in the home of a certain Jewish resident of the city. The rain continued to fall for several days. When it finally stopped, he got ready to leave, and the man asked for some form of payment for his hospitality.
Rav Yosef told him that he had no cash on him but he had a few holy items. He showed him the items he had inherited and told him to choose one. The villager called his wife over, and asked for her opinion. She said, ‘The cloak and belt are worthless to me. But I could use the clock to know when to milk the cow in the morning.’
So, he gave them the clock as payment.
Many years later, the Saba Kadisha of Radoshitz zy’a came to this village and stayed in the same man’s home for the night. He slept in the room where that very clock was hanging on the wall.
That entire night, the Saba Kadisha could not sleep. He was overcome with joy and danced around the room. In the morning, the villager asked him what he was doing all night. He answered, ‘Where did you get that clock from?’
The man told him the story of how a guest had given it to him and the Saba Kadisha said, ‘When I heard the ticking of the clock, I immediately realized that it had belonged to the Chozeh of Lublin. Every other clock has a sound noise. It tells people that their lives are ticking away and they are one second closer to death. This clock, however, makes a happy sound. It informs people that we are one second closer to Moshiach’s arrival. That is what made me so happy and caused me to dance.’