THE SINNER
So that you should not suspect me of taking his part, I will write a short preface to my story.
It is written: “A man never so much as moves his finger, but it has been so decreed from above,” and what- soever a man does, he fulfils God’s will—even animals and birds (I beg to distinguish!) carry out God’s wishes: whenever a bird flies, it fulfils a precept, because God, blessed is He, formed it to fly, and an ox the same when it lows, and even a dog when it barks— all praise God with their voices, and sing hymns to Him, each after his manner.
And even the wicked who transgresses fulfils God’s will in spite of himself, because why? Do you suppose he takes pleasure in transgressing? Isn’t he certain to repent? Well, then? He is just carrying out the will of Heaven.
And the Evil Inclination himself! Why, every time he is sent to persuade a Jew to sin, he weeps and sighs: Woe is me, that I should be sent on such an errand!
After this little preface, I will tell you the story itself.
Formerly, before the thing happened, he was called Reb Avròhom, but afterwards they ceased calling him by his name, and said simply the Sinner.
Reb Avròhom was looked up to and respected by the whole town, a God-fearing Jew, beloved and honored by all, and mothers wished they might have children like him.
