Gershon Kranzler

Many of you who witnessed the reading of the final portion and then of the first chapter of the Torah on Simchat Torah must have wondered about the connection between the end and the beginning of the Chumash. Our great Sages gave us one of many explanatio...

The mighty armies of Persia’s young King Cyrus grew tired of storming the walls of the fortress of Babylon. Time and again they had assaulted it. Yet all their ruses, strategies, and brutal power failed to breach the solid defenses of Belshazzar’s capital...

Once in a city in Italy there lived two friends whose stores were side by side. They had known and trusted one another since becoming neighbors many years earlier. One of them dealt with precious oils and the other sold rare spices and perfumes. They live...

Bombardier Abe Klein of Brooklyn, New York, had been in the Airforce two years, and he had always managed to remain a good Jew. His whole flight-team, especially their pilot, Captain Ryan, would remind him to davven his afternoon and evening prayer even w...

The title story takes place in the Warsaw ghetto and bears witness to the courage and defiance of a very young hero..

It was a stormy winter night when Rabbi Baruch lit his first Chanukah candle. His disciples stood about him in reverence and watched the small flame flicker and dance to the inspired words of the holy man. Hardly had Rabbi Baruch finished reciting the Han...

In the small town of Gzybow, somewhere in Poland, unlike the widespread custom, the honor of reciting the Maftir Yonah, on Yom Kippur, was not “sold.” This most desired honor was accorded -- of all people -- neither to the rich parnass, leader of the comm...

“Where am I?” wondered Sender, as he looked around and found himself in a city of beautiful white and gray marble mansions, surrounded by the most delightful gardens and parks

You probably think I am joking, and the relationship between Purim and curtains goes no further than a Purim joke. Read this great story for a true story of Purim of the Curtains . . .

In the time of King Solomon there lived a young shepherd by the name of Barzilai. He was a dreamer. He dreamed of strange adventures as his eyes followed silvery clouds to the distant horizon.