Shalom. My fiancee told the following story to my nephew, and I am just curious if any of you recognize it as rabbinical…She said it was…
Once upon a time a man had three sons. When it came time for him to designate an heir to the family farm, he announced, “I have decided to have a contest to determine which of you, my sons, will inherit our humble home and our land. In two weeks I will give each of you, starting with the oldest, an opportunity to fill completely this house. Whoever is successful with filling all the space will inherit my possessions.”
On the announced day of the competition, the oldest son gathered all the sheep from the pasture. When his father gave the signal, he herded all the animals into the house, crowding them into every corner. While the floor space of the house was filled, it was obvious there was considerable space yet unoccupied.
When the turn of the second son came, he brought wagons from the field filled with straw. He took a pitchfork and filled the house with the straw. He filled the space to the ceiling, but there were still many small spaces in the house that remained empty.
When it came time for the third son to have his turn, he asked to wait until darkness at the end of the day. Then, with the family assembled inside the house, he placed a single oil lamp in the middle of the room. When the lamp was lighted, the entire space was filled with light. It penetrated every nook and cranny, and the father declared that the youngest son was the heir.
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