The day Reb Pinchas returned with Eliezer was the most festive day in the history of his city. People danced in the streets, music shook the air, and songs of thanksgiving reached the heavens.

“Abba, I’m not used to such loud noise.” Eliezer held both hands over his ears.

“My dear boy…” Reb Pinchas embraced his son and held him close. “The last time they celebrated like this was at your bris.”

Reb Pinchas stared at the hundreds of smiling faces around them and whispered, “It has been a very long time since then.”

Eliezer lowered his hands and allowed himself to become used to the joyous din.

“Will I have to go away again, Abba?”

“No.”

Reb Pinchas turned away so that Eliezer could not see the tears that were falling from his eyes.

“What happened to the man who came with us? The one we had to carry because of his wounds?”

“Yonah is resting inside the house. Let’s take a break here and go visit him. Then we will finally go home and you can spend more time together with your mother.”

*****

Reb Pinchas and Eliezer entered Beis Eliezer and walked into the room where Yonah was resting.

“Now that’s a sight for sore eyes.” Yonah grinned weakly through the many bandages over his face. His leg was splinted and his face was very pale. “I’m happy for you, Reb Pinchas.”

“None of this would have been possible without you. You are incredibly brave.”

“I’m not brave.” Yonah winced as he tried adjusting himself higher onto the bed. “I’m just not so smart. But you know what? I’d wrestle a bear again for sure.” Yonah’s laughter filled the room.

Eliezer walked forward silently until he was standing at the head of Yonah’s bed. He closed his eyes and began murmuring different pesukim and Sheimos of Hashem.

“What did you do?” Yonah’s eyes were wide with wonder.

“Hashem should give you a speedy refuah.”

Father and son left the room.

“You’re a special one, aren’t you?” Yonah felt his pain miraculously lifting from his beaten body. He swung one leg onto the floor and slowly stood to his feet. “Whoa…”

*****

Talk of Eliezer’s brilliance in the hidden and revealed parts of Torah spread quickly in the city. People flocked to his house for brachos but his mother wisely kept the crowd at bay.

“You need time to adjust to your new life, my dear.” Bracha closed the curtains inside the house as people began pressing their noses against the glass to see inside. “No brachos, no segulos and no public discourses for at least a year!”

“But so many people need help! I don’t mind using my kochos for good!”

“You need to keep a low profile.” Brachah lowered her tone and a dark look crossed her face. “Abba already told you the three conditions Eliyahu gave to us.”

“Can I at least sit in yeshivah and learn with the other boys?”

“No.” Bracha saw the look of sadness on Eliezer’s face and she quickly added, “Soon.”

(Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 750)