“I Was Not Created...”
מב. תרגום מקטעים משיחות ליל שמח”ת קודם הקפות תשנ”ב (2) 42. Simchas Torah, Tishrei 23, 5752 – September 30, 1991 (2)
מב. תרגום מקטעים משיחות ליל שמח”ת קודם הקפות תשנ”ב (2) 42. Simchas Torah, Tishrei 23, 5752 – September 30, 1991 (2)
An answer to an organization that wanted to do something which could have caused some machlokes:
A collection of halachos regarding the Halachic principle of “Kim Li” — choosing to follow a dissenting Halachic opinion in certain cases, from AskTheRav.com & Halacha2Go.com.
Am I setting myself up for disaster by having too much Emunah and Bitachon? How will I be able to face reality when it really hits?
“The Iron Curtain” was crumbling in 1991, but one fine September day, the Soviet Premier was taken hostage and tanks rumbled into Red Square. It looked like the curtain was descending once more… The world was petrified, but the Prophet of the Generation didn’t understand why…
בו יסופר גודל הבטחון שהיה לדוד והרבה תהלות להש”י שקיים לנו מה שהבטיח אותנו This psalm relates the great bitachon King Dovid had in Hashem, and many praises to Hashem for fulfilling what He promised to us
We all know that the Rebbe handed out dimes and dollars for Tzedaka, but did you know that one time the Rebbe pulled out three quarters from his pocket and gave them to a young girl?
Rabbi Sholom Ber Avtzon retells the story of “the Rebbe’s Sefer Torah”
In today’s world, the concept of work hours versus leisure hours has become blurred. It is common today for professionals to work through lunch and dinnertime. With the help of internet, texting, laptops and cell phones, one can theoretically work from anywhere, round the clock.
Late one night, local villagers found Hershele, bent over in a dark corner under a streetlight, intensely looking for something…
Whenever we go through a slump — whether it is from boredom, failure, or depression — we’re forgetting how to live a meaningful life. A trap we fall into is thinking that someone or something outside of ourselves can give our lives meaning.
Our story took place two hundred years ago in the city of Teveria in northern Eretz Yisrael. In those days, the Jewish settlement there began to flourish. At first, Jews from Sefardic countries moved there. They slowly began to breathe new Jewish life where before there was only a spiritual wasteland.
A yungerman, a visitor it seemed (from the style of his beard), had his smartphone out to capture a moment he wished to preserve. The bachurim saved him from his phone and swept him up in the revelry. * I too had my smartphone out, broadcasting live the only sign of Jewish life literally for thousands of miles to the west and hundreds to the east…