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.

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