Chassidic Stories

The story is told of how the Rebbe, Rabbi Sholom DovBer, was shown three paintings.

The produce continued to dry up, animals were dying, and still, not a single cloud could be spotted in the sky.

"If I don’t open my eyes after the operation’s over, don’t disturb me. I may lie on the operating table for a few more hours. But promise me that you won’t disturb me.”

“My son, swear to me that no matter what happens, you will never work on Shabbat.”

A large automobile pulled over to the side of the road near the house. None of us had ever seen such a car before. It was huge.

He was so absorbed in his study that he did not even hear a thief enter the sukkah and deftly remove all the valuable utensils from the table.

The procession slowly wended its way to the main synagogue, where the sage was to give his first talk.

The time came when Pinchas no longer felt comfortable living in the Jewish community, and he moved to the other side of town where he built himself a large, well-guarded mansion.

G-d had arranged for him to be in prison so that he could better appreciate the value of the work he did raising funds for redeeming Jewish prisoners.

The Berditchever Rebbe calmed him and asked, "Is there anyone you suspect in the theft?"

The girl became hysterical, and could barely speak clearly because of her sobbing, but I was unmoved…