Korach
This Shabbat Is Special
Dear Friend,
This coming Shabbat marks 24 years since the passing of the Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson, of righteous memory.
Shortly after the passing of his father-in-law, the sixth Rebbe, the Rebbe remarked, “The sun is always shining. Even when it is night on one half of the globe, there is sunshine on the other. And even where it is dark, the brightness is present through the stars.
“In the same way,” the Rebbe concluded, “my saintly father-in-law is still present and radiant through the stars: the Jewish people.”
Throughout the decades of his leadership, the Rebbe touched the lives of many thousands. He taught, advised, encouraged, and brought meaning to people’s lives. He loved everyone. He celebrated with them and mourned with them.
The Rebbe still continues to touch lives—but now it is through us. It is our duty to become the “stars” that convey the love that the Rebbe radiated.
The Chabad.org Editorial Team
P.S.: In honor of this special day, please do an extra mitzvah, and encourage another to do the same. You can also send letters to be placed at the Ohel (the Rebbe’s resting place).
When the Rebbe saw this, he came around his desk and picked him up, and the rest of the time, I spoke with the Rebbe with Hillel sleeping on the Rebbe’s lap.
Since we were clearly visitors, people made room for us and guided us to the front so we could see through large, tinted windows.
On a Tuesday night in February, 1992, the Rebbe stood for several hours at the front of the main synagogue at Chabad-Lubavitch World Headquarters.
If I am a fully fledged Jew like any other, why am I not good enough to marry into the priestly tribe?
In a time of need, some have the custom to give charity for Israel (called tzedakah of Rabbi Meir Baal Haness) and pray, “G‑d of Rabbi Meir, answer me!”
Korah takes a stance against Moses and Aaron, which ultimately led to his downfall.
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Cuddled in her father’s arms, she is snug and secure, because there is a father.
Looking into the small eyes gazing up from within his arms, feeling the tight grasp of a tiny hand on his finger, the father awakens to something he may never have known before: He is a father.
As a child’s trust creates a bond and transfor...
