An ignorant villager, knowing that it was a mitzvah to feast well before Yom Kippur, drank himself into such a stupor that he missed Kol Nidre services. When he awoke late at night, he wanted to pray, but he didn't know any of the prayers by heart. So he began to recite the alphabet over and over again.
"Dear God!" he cried. "I am giving You all the letters. You arrange them in the right order!"
The next day he went to the Kotsker Rebbe's shul for services. As soon as the Neilah was over, the Kotsker summonned him to explain his absence at Kol Nidre the night before.
"Holy master!" he cried. "So eager was I to welcome the holy day with joy that I overdid it a bit and slept through the service. When I awoke late last night, I tried to pray, but I did not know the proper words. For, you see, all I know by heart is the aleph-bet. So I just recited the letters and asked God to make words out of them. Were my prayers acceptable?"
The Kotsker smiled. "More acceptable than mine," he said, "for you spoke them with your whole heart."