http://www.chabad.org/search/keyword.asp?kid=463 Newest articles written by Tuvia Bolton Copyright 2005, Chabad.org - Chabad-Lubavitch Media Center, all rights reserved. http://www.chabad.org/media/images/50/CtRx507451.gif 130 52 http://www.chabad.org Wed, 7 Jun 2006 12:00:00 EST Wed, 7 Jun 2006 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=392206 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=392206 by Tuvia Bolton On the 3rd day of Tammuz, 5754 (1994), twelve years ago, the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem M. Schneerson, passed away. To the present day however Jews continue to be inspired by his teachings and find guidance in his words. Endless streams of people flock to‘770,’ the shul in Brooklyn where the Rebbe prayed and taught, and drive out to the Montifiore Cemetery, to visit his resting place at the ‘Ohel’. The following story happened there. It involved a certain professor from Israel who had enjoyed a very close relationship with the Rebbe over the years. Now, whenever he comes to New York, he never fails to pay a visit to the Rebbe at the Ohel. 770 Eastern Parkway On one such occasion, before leaving New York, he asked his taxi driver to pass by the cemetery for a few minutes on his way to the airport. “Are you going to visit your parents?” the taxi driver asked. “Not my parents,” the professor replied. “My Rebbe.” “What do you do there?” “I pray. Many people do. They Wed, 7 Jun 2006 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=293978 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=293978 "Give with an open hand," Rabbi Shimon adjured. "Don't worry about tomorrow, G-d will provide. And most important: write it all down. Every penny you give, write it down and carry the list with you at all times..." Mon, 4 Jul 2005 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=276879 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=276879 The Rebbe's youngest son, Shmuel, who was seven years old at the time, wandered around the room, talking to the men who sat tearfully reading Tehillim as they waited to be received by his father... Tue, 3 May 2005 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=273207 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=273207 First we drank a glass of wine. Then we ate a bit of parsley. Then they started talking, and talking, and talking. The smell of the food from the kitchen is making me insane, but they don't bring it out! Thu, 7 Apr 2005 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=249162 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=249162 After many long minutes, the Rebbe finally lifted his head from his arms and said solemnly: "You can go home. Your wife just gave birth to a baby boy..." Fri, 21 Jan 2005 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=132699 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=132699 Reb Yaakov tried not to remember but suddenly the scene was there in his memory, clear as day. He didn't want that bum to get too close. He looked disgusting. Besides, he was in the middle of a conversation with his friends... Fri, 7 May 2004 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=112250 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=112250 The commander of the Bavarian troops stepped forward, fell to one knee before the Emperor and said: "I ask for autonomy for Bavaria!" "Liberty it shall be!" shouted Bonaparte Thu, 4 Mar 2004 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=109539 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=109539 "Do you own anything of value?" asked the rebbe. "Just my two horses," replied the wagon driver. "In that case," said the rebbe, "you'll have one for Purim, and the second for Passover" Thu, 12 Feb 2004 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=102694 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=102694 For two hours every day he would lock himself in his room and no one, not even the King himself, was allowed to enter or disturb him in any way. It was on this condition that he accepted the task of teaching the prince... Thu, 25 Dec 2003 12:00:00 EST http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=93665 http://www.chabad.org/article.asp?aid=93665 There was Mr. Schwartz in the newspaper! It was a small picture of him standing with two large policemen, one scratching his head in wonder looking at the bullet holes in the ceiling of the grocery Thu, 13 Nov 2003 12:00:00 EST