A poor man once came to Rava and begged for a meal. On what dost thou usually dine? asked Rava. " On stuffed fowl and old wine, was the reply. " What! B said Rava, " art thou not concerned about being so burdensome to the community? He replied, " I eat nothing belonging to them, only what the Lord provides; as we are taught {Ps. cxlv. 15), (The eyes of all wait upon Thee, and Thou givest them their meat in his season.* It is not said in their season, for so we learn that God provides for each individual in his season of need."
While they were thus talking, in came Rava's sister, who had not been to see him for thirteen years, and she brought him as a present a stuffed fowl and some old wine also. Rava marveled at the coincidence, and turning to his poor visitor said, " I beg thy pardon, friend; rise, I pray thee, and eat."