A Jewish family living on the outskirts of a small village in Russia believed that their grandfather had secretly buried a treasure under a tree along the road for Bialystok to Slonim, when he was fleeing from the Cossacks. One member of the family earnestly determined to find the treasure. He dug under every tree along the road, but in vain. Though exhausted, he continued his search. An old man, passing, noticed the young fellow with a spade in his hand, perspiration trickling down his forehead. "What are you looking for?" he asked. "I am searching for a treasure my grandfather buried along this road," he replied. "You'll never find it, son," the aged passerby smiled. "In your grandfather's days people went along the old path, and you are looking along the new path of which your grandfather knew nothing." Moral: We seek spiritual riches along new roads, unaware that the real treasure lies on the old ones.
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