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Stories are the best way to make a point and impart a message deep into the heart. Sit back and listen to inspiring Jewish stories and Chassidic tales.
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The driver’s mother didn’t say much, but half an hour before sunset she placed two candles on the table and lit them.
“Please, forgive me,” muttered the wagon driver. “I had no idea who you were, and I request forgiveness for wronging you.”
Trouble was brewing in St. Petersburg, and the Tzemach Tzedek immediately set to work to have the decree abolished.
A king once had a prized jewel, the crown jewel in his magnificent diadem. But one morning, to his dismay, he discovered a single thin crack descending down its face.
One year, someone in Likova came up with a novel idea: what if they all refused to buy the Jew's vodka before Passover? In that case he would have to get rid of it... and they could have it all!
Word resounded throughout the supernal worlds: "Because Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov has forced the hand of heaven to overturn the laws of nature, he has forfeited his portion in the World to Come"
Over time, successive economic downturns diminished the couple’s wealth, and they had to resort to selling their possessions to buy food.
"What is it?" he snapped. In the Bronx, it's proper etiquette to snap when greeting someone. I noticed the loaf of rye bread sitting on the table, definitely not a traditional Seder food. I said, "The Rebbe sent me."
"I know that you sent word that you could give only three matzahs, but nonetheless my father, the Seret-Vizhnitzer Rebbe, told me to tell you that he must have six matzahs."
First we drank a glass of wine. Then we ate a bit of parsley. Then they started talking, and talking, and talking. The smell of the food from the kitchen is making me insane, but they don't bring it out!
The door of the decorated coach opened, and an elegantly dressed gentleman stepped out.
It was Passover eve of 1910. In the town of Lubavitch, every Jewish home was freshly scrubbed. The tables were bedecked with threadbare but
meticulously cleaned white linen, surrounded by families about to begin their Seder celebrations...
“I suggest you approach your captain with an alternative route for the journey,” said the rebbe. “Explain that the route he has planned has many disadvantages . . .”
“I will perform a miracle akin to those which Moses himself did. Before your very eyes, I will cut off a man’s head with a sword, and then put him back together and make him live!”
The produce continued to dry up, animals were dying, and still, not a single cloud could be spotted in the sky.
"Lubavitcher Rebbe," he asked, "why do you cry? After all, we did all that we could..."
"If I don’t open my eyes after the operation’s over, don’t disturb me. I may lie on the operating table for a few more hours. But promise me that you won’t disturb me.”
Reb Avigdor caught a whiff of the cholent, tasted it, then tasted it again, and again—until he finished it all.
Noticing his father’s return to a life of wealth, Zalman’s son revived their kinship and stopped by to talk more often.
From a group of skilled pickpockets in a Soviet Gulag, Reb Mendel Futerfas learned a powerful lesson in self-examination.
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