Rosh Hashanah Stories

A King had an only son, the apple of his eye. The King wanted his son to master different fields of knowledge and to experience various cultures, so he sent him to a far-off country...

Who crowns G-d as king? And what emotion should this elicit. A contemporary Jewish leader shares a moving childhood memory...

None would buy the great soul of R. Levi Yitzchak on Rosh Hashanah.

Finally, the great moment arrived. It was the morning of Rosh Hashanah, and Rabbi Ze’ev stood on the reading platform in the center of the Baal Shem Tov’s synagogue amidst the Torah scrolls, surrounded by a sea of tallit-draped bodies.

The sexton returned to see what was happening, and when he arrived he saw the gentile standing in the vestibule crying bitterly. “Why are you crying? the sexton asked...

After a month of determined journeying, the elders of Obmah reached the deep caves of Igsirous, the last bastion of loyalty to King Avmal remaining in the kingdom...

It was obvious that G‑d was there in the room. Because she was talking to Him.

I feel as if I am on another planet, a different dimension. For the first time in a long time, I truly feel Rosh Hashanah

After all these years, I may be less sensitive to your wants and wishes. My guard is down; my words and actions no longer reflect the nuances of care they once did. But you, too, don't give yourself as freely as in the olden days...

OK, that’s the law; but where is the inspiration? Where is the majesty? How can we hear a silent shofar?

"Today is the day before Rosh Hashanah," his Zeide explained. "Today we do not blow Shofar. Tomorrow morning, we will blow the shofar in shul." The child did not comprehend the reasons. He kicked and screamed, telling his Zeide, "One more blast! One more blast!"