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“Rabbi,” the man said, scowling. “You have 10 minutes to prove to me that there is a G‑d.”
The constellation of Chassidic heroes is crowded with great men. Less well known are the great women, whose influence has rarely been documented.
It so happened that as I opened the stairwell door on one of the floors, I found myself in the ICU Unit . . .
I asked him how it was that two brothers from the same home turned out so differently. He replied, ‘It’s very simple. I had Rabbi Schochet as my teacher in junior high, my brother did not.’ ”
How fortunate we are that G-d, in his abounding kindness, wove the institution of nightly sleep into the fabric of our daily lives!
One day, as I was washing my grandmother’s hands before eating challah, Svetlana smiled and said that she, too, was Jewish. I was surprised because she often mentioned her Greek Orthodox beliefs and wore a crucifix around her neck.
The two bright scholars spent much time conversing, and the young aristocrat particularly enjoyed hearing his friend’s ingenious Torah insights.
Two weeks in, I sensed the students for the most part had a disconnect with the thought-provoking material, despite all of my efforts.
I had always felt like a fraud in a church, quite torn, but didn’t know how to begin to live life as a Jew. So I slogged along, well into middle age, not knowing where to begin.
While living in Greece, Irini had a Jewish friend in high school and was required to study the Old Testament in theology classes. This gave her some basic knowledge about the Jewish people.