Continue reading His Jewish Name
Many years ago, I received a voice message on the Chabad House answering machine. The person on the call was asking desperately for a return call. So, I called him back.
Continue reading The Rebbe Feels Your Pain
For two years after my marriage, I attended a post-rabbinical college for Torah study, known as a Kollel. About three months into my studies, I was summoned by Rabbi Chaim Mordechai Aizik Hodakov, the Rebbe’s personal secretary and also the director of the Kollel.
Continue reading A Brit Milah in Russia
We came to the bus station to meet the bus driver who was bringing us some kosher provisions for the winter. We were told the time that the bus would be arriving and made sure to be there on time. However, to our great consternation, the bus had already left and was now on its way to its last destination, Tobolsk.
Continue reading Help from the Rebbe
Soon after we moved to Israel, I attended a farbrengen in Nachlat Har Chabad, and one of the participants came over to me. With great feeling he said to me, “I envy you!”“You envy me??” I asked in surprise.
Continue reading The Miraculous Turnover
In the early 1950’s, there lived a Jewish non-observant family in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, New York.
Continue reading Work And Be A Rabbi
“I am a descendent of an illustrious rabbinic family, and the son of a rabbi who served the South African Jewish community for most of his life.
Continue reading The Community In Adelaide (Part 2)
“My family arrived in Australia two years ago.
Continue reading The Community In Adelaide (Part 1)
During the first years that I lived in Sydney, Australia I was contacted by the Jewish community in Adelaide.
Continue reading The Rebbe Knows
One morning I walked into the B’nei Ruven Synagogue in Chicago at 7:00 AM for the morning service and took my seat at one of the tables.
Continue reading A Yeshiva Student’s Diary On The Rebbe
That the Rebbe was a titanic genius is known. That he could communicate in myriad languages is known.