Shabbat Stories

We had committed time and money to this event, yet we would have to miss it because driving to watch the launch on Shabbat was not an option.

The car sputtered, smoke wafted from the engine, and there were no gas stations in sight.

A few hours later, Avraham Simcha noticed a silhouette occupying the small, front window.

It was the most uncomfortable Shabbat I have ever experienced. What was meant to be a quick visit to the emergency room turned into a hospital admission over Shabbat, with no advance warning.

Imagine my excitement when I received a job offer to work on a national presidential campaign in Tampa, Florida, this past summer. The one catch: this job would require me to work on Shabbat.

I glanced at my watch nervously. Usually, I avoid flying Friday afternoons for fear I won't arrive in time, but this time, I figured I'd be safe. I figured wrong...

The young prodigy overheard the exchange between the rabbi and the wagon driver. He could scarcely believe his ears. A pound of candles to atone for violating the holy Shabbat?

"Please Rebbe," sobbed the man, "tell me how to repent. Give me a remedy. Save me from this unbearable affliction!"

Rose felt like a leaf caught between heavy gusts of wind with no anchoring force to answer her question: To keep her job, or keep the Shabbat?

Reb Shmuel reputedly said to the Rebbe: “If you are a true Rebbe, you have nothing to fear by being arrested. If you are not, you deserve whatever they will do to you”

The rabbi interrupted the narrative and said, "I don't know what the Chafetz Chaim said to that student. I only know that they were together for a few minutes. I would give anything to know what he said to the boy..."

As might be expected, Hershel the Hilarious was the most popular guy in Mosayov among the idle, the crude, the silly and the drinkers . . .

As he was running his hands up the side of the coats, he suddenly realized that his pockets were still filled with wads of money from that day's dealings.

The Rebbe suggested that since we are financially secure, we should close our store on Shabbat and that G‑d will then send our daughter her bashert...

“You’re going to sit home ALONE instead of driving to shul to be with other Jews at Shabbat services?!” my parents demanded.

It was Shabbat, and no flashlights could be turned on or phone calls made.