Beshalach
Sixty years ago, on a frigid January night, several hundred people crowded into a small synagogue in Brooklyn to join an event that would change the world forever. Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson accepted leadership of the Chabad-Lubavitch movement with his signature understated style. But the vision he articulated that night was anything but small. The sixth Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Yosef Yitchak Schneersohn, had accomplished what many deemed impossible: defying communist persecution, he survived to establish centers of Torah in what was then a spiritual wasteland. The seventh generation, said the new Rebbe, must complete the task of drawing the Divine Presence back down to this material world.
The Rebbe, of righteous memory, made it clear that it is within the reach of every person to achieve this goal. Thus, on 10 Shevat we reflect not only on the Rebbe’s extraordinary capability as a leader, but also the enormous capability and responsibility that we each possess. No act of respect is too small, no mitzvah is too simple, no inner struggle is too insignificant to transform the world. We need only make the effort, and we will see miraculous results.
The sixth Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak Schneersohn, passed away on this date in 1950. Exactly one year later, Rabbi Menachem Mendel accepted the leadership of the movement.
A fundamental principle of the Jewish faith is that our relationship with G‑d is not facilitated by any third party. So what is the role of a rebbe, indeed a Moses, in Judaism?
A textual study of the sixth Lubavitcher Rebbe's final discourse.
Throughout history, in times of triumph and adversity, this trait has been shown to be distinctively present in our greatest leaders.
In November 1964, Sam Kaplan of the Jewish Western Bulletin interviewed the Rebbe about the state of American Jewry.
Before I had a chance to utter a sound, a half-drunk peasant grabbed me with a coarse and powerful hand by my clothing and neck . . .
The three emissaries from the court of death entered the room, dressed in their uniforms of red and black, rifles in hand, their belts filled with bullets.
Is there a difference between Jews “being” chosen as opposed to “knowing” that they were chosen?
I know that for my daughter’s own benefit I must follow the rules of the game. But with each roll of the dice, I am inwardly holding my breath, secretly longing for her victory . . .
I have lost a friend who was the best person I know. And I can think of plenty of not-so-good people who are living it up. Where is the justice?
After being nearly decimated in the Holocaust, Jewish life in Vienna is experiencing a rebirth.
The men sang their joy over their deliverance. But something was lacking, something that only a woman’s song could complete.
In honor of the miracles that G‑d performed when taking the Jews out of Egypt, Jono and G‑Fish sing a song of praise using the timeless Jewish folk tradition of rap music.
Even now, years later, the tune of that melody is still in my head. Yet it went beyond what words could express. It was as if the rhythm of my soul could be found in between the notes . . .
Pharaoh begged Moses and Aaron to take their people out of his land as quickly as possible. Who, then, is this mighty Pharaoh materializing like a mirage in the desert?
It seems that the old adage “money can’t buy happiness” has some truth to it. Although wealth has as much as tripled over the past fifty years, mental illness has increased at an equal rate.
What animates me? What perks me up and gets my blood pumping? What thoughts come to mind when nothing else is taking up my brain space?
In truth, there are two possible channels by which to receive your livelihood, according to the perspective you take in life . . .
It may seem odd that I am writing such a detailed letter. But I have noticed that it’s been very hard for people to talk about this, so I decided to step forward on my own and tell this story . . .
If 16-minute-old Shmuli deserves his absolute privacy, how about the other Shmulis of the world—our friends, our children, our neighbors. Are we protecting their privacy at all times?
Shabbat preparations make Shabbat all the more meaningful and precious. The hard work drives home the understanding that we will soon be visited by a special guest—the Shabbat Queen.
Adam trudged past the gates of Eden, his head low, his heart heavy with the pain of remorse.
Suddenly he stopped. A thought had struck him.
He turned to the heavens and exclaimed, “You had this planned! You put that fruit there knowing I would choose to eat from it!”
“But tell me: Why?
The heavens were silent.
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