G-d and Man

"Do you know where all our rubles come from?" said Igor to Ivan. "The Czar himself has them minted in his palace! So why doesn't he just keep all the rubles he needs, and we'll keep ours?"

"Why did your husband leave you?" asked Rabbi Israel. "He says that I'm ugly," said the deserted wife. "And what do you say to that?" asked the Chassidic master.

"How I do kaparot?" repeated Rabbi Elimelech. "I do what everyone else does. I hold the rooster in one hand, the prayer book in the other, and recite: This is my exchange, this is in my stead, this is my atonement..."

My father was so deep in meditation that he drew the attention of many passersby. Whenever I observed him in this state I yearned to know what thoughts were engaging his mind, and what world his mind was now surveying. At length a deep sigh inadvertently ...

Dressed in the clothes of a simple wayfarer, the Baal Shem Tov would travel from town to town and from hamlet to hamlet, asking questions

"Traveling to the Rebbe gives me special powers," the chassid claimed. "I can read people's thoughts."

After the prayers were finished, the chassid went over to one of the guests and said very quickly in a soft, murmuring voice: “Werurygoigtdy?”

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

I seemed to spend my days ping-ponging between the cold, grueling reality of chemotherapy and an over-emotional outpouring of kindness and compassion...

One Friday afternoon, a man knocked on the door of Rabbi Yizchak Eizik, rabbi of Vitebsk. "I have a din-torah (a matter of litigation)," he said. "I request that you hear my case..."