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Classic chassidic tales. There's no better way to make a point than to tell a story...

Chassidic Stories

Chassidic Stories

There's no better way to make a point than to tell a story...

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Ivan Stepanovich stood on the platform, looking forward to Eliezer Paltiel’s trial the next day. This time, he felt certain he would be rid of the rich Jew once and for all. Afterwards, the Jew’s guilt could easily be used to incite a pogrom that would begin first in his village and then spread to the surrounding villages.
Informed that his son was in grave danger, the rebbe merely motioned with his hand to continue the festivities.
He took the ram’s horn to his lips, ready to blow. Yet, try as he might, not a sound issued from the horn.
Once exceptionally wealthy, Avigdor was now poverty-stricken. Mr. Tzaddok, once a pauper, had come into great wealth.
Not waiting another moment, he jumped into the fiery depths of Gehinnom.
So this teenage kid pulls up to the shul on his speedy white horse, ties it to a post and swaggers in for a talk with the rabbi.
They brought him paper from the neighbors, so much that there was a mountainous pile on the table, reaching almost to the ceiling. And he still wasn't satisfied.
After you saw I hadn’t taken any of your gold coins, why did you not trust that I hadn’t taken any of your silver coins, which are much less valuable?
Rashbatz served as the childhood tutor of the sixth Chabad Rebbe, Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak Schneersohn (1880–1950). One of the stories he particularly enjoyed telling his young charge had an important lesson . . .
As the Rebbe’s chassidim waited worriedly for him to arrive, he was climbing deep into the woods, with a sack on his back, to chop down wood...
"Quite a change, is it not?" said Abraham with a pleased smile on his face. "Yes, quite a change," the Rebbe sadly replied
I returned to my compartment in a state of confusion. The last thing I had expected from the Rebbe was a business tip
To my right sat my friend Berl, and to my left my friend Zalman. Yossel sat in front of me. The melamed was tall, with stern eyes, but with a warm and loving smile.
“Go in peace,” said the Maggid to the destitute and unmarried young scholar. “Accept the first marriage proposal that is suggested to you.”
Their leader spotted a beautiful bird perched atop a tall tree. "Come," he said to his disciples, "I wish to capture this bird, so that we may delight in her song and gaze upon her wondrous hues"
“By the sanction of the Almighty,” Rabbi Leib intoned, “and by the sanction of the congregation, . . . we declare it permissible to pray together with those who have sinned . . .”
The entire town would be paying attention to the new rabbi’s first ruling. Everyone was sure to wonder: Why is the law of the Torah so opposite to common sense?
"We have many stories showing us the Baal Shem Tov's power to perform miracles," Rabbi DovBer pronounced. "For that, we don't need this story..."
Suddenly the front door rattled and thundered; someone was pounding and shouting outside, “Help! Help! Let me in!”