It was evening in Vaysechvoos. Young Perchik stared and stared at the sky. The vastness of the black and white speckled blanket that stretched beyond his home was more than even his eleven-year-old imagination could comprehend.
“Mama, Mama, what are stars?” asked Perchik as he burst into the kitchen where his mother was cleaning the dishes from the evening meal. Tired as she was, Chaikeh, the wife of Reb Meyer, never grew impatient with her son’s insatiable curiosity. Indeed, his mind did not seem to need much rest.
“You know what stars are, Perchik. They’re the lights in the sky!”
“But what are they Mama, and how did they get up there? And how high are they? What else is up above besides God? And if stars are lights, why are they so different from candles? Candlelight is yellow. Starlight is white or blue. If I put a candle way up in the sky, would the light change colors?”
Chaikeh knew that she couldn’t begin to be able to answer her son’s questions, at least not before bedtime. She reached out and touched his face in the loving way only a mother can and said,”After you’re asleep, I’ll ask your father. He knows such things.”
Once Chaikeh heard the gentle rhythm of Perchik’s breathing, she prepared Meyer for the onslaught of questions he would face come morning. Her husband listened and responded only by stroking his beard. To fill the silence, and because she too was somewhat curious, Chaikeh offered her own suggestions.
“Maybe the Almighty threw the stars out there just in time for travelers to see where they were going.”
Chaikeh knew from her sister’s husband’s brother who once heard from a sailor that stars were used to guide travelers.
“Or maybe,” she said dreamily, “the night sky is just a big black blanket with holes poked in it so that we see glimpses of heaven’s glory. Or perhaps the sky is like a big mirror and what we call stars are really reflections of all the little villages across the earth, even Vaysechvoos.”
Meyer smiled and said he would talk with Perchik in the morning. And he kept his word.
“My son,” said Meyer the next morning, “I wish to explain to you about the stars in the sky.”
With that, Meyer opened up the Chumash and read aloud,
“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was waste and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep…And God said,’Let there be light’: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness…And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night. He made the stars also.”
His father turned the pages to the Writings and continued to read:
“Praise ye the Lord…He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names. Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.”
Perchik looked puzzled but his father explained,
“If you want to know about a saddle,my son, you go and talk to the saddlemaker. If you want to learn about trousers you go to Hershel the Tailor. And if you want to know about the stars, go ask the Almighty. He is the One who fashioned them and not only the stars. The Almighty made you too, with all your curiosity and wonder. So, Perchik, ask your questions of the One who knows more about the stars and the moon and the sun and you. I am convinced you’ll learn much.”
Perchik nodded solemnly at his father’s answer and Reb Meyer’s wife smiled and wiped a tear from her eye.Truly her Meyer was one of the wisest men in Vaysechvoos.