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Kleinman, Zalman

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The produce continued to dry up, animals were dying, and still, not a single cloud could be spotted in the sky.
Someone lit a lamp. People squinted at each other in the sudden light, and then, to their shock and surprise, they noticed a new face among them . . .
Crystallizing slowly over time in the old man’s soul was the singular obligation of telling the story of that child’s last moments.
"Sixty-two years have now passed," related Reb Pesach, "since I was privileged to hear from the Rebbe, your grandfather, that Shema is Yisrael..."
Following the Baal Shem Tov’s directions, Rabbi Chaim led Moshe Meshel and the coach driver to a clearing among the trees that seemed to be a ruin of some sort, with the remnants of a number of buildings . . .
After many long minutes, the Rebbe finally lifted his head from his arms and said solemnly: "You can go home. Your wife just gave birth to a baby boy..."
“He has such a high opinion of himself,” the rebbe was told, “and has assumed all sorts of pious customs and practices. But it’s all superficial: on the inside, his character is as coarse and unrefined as ever.”
Whenever a human being is called upon to decide a matter of Torah law, we are faced with a paradox: how can the finite and error-prone human mind possibly determine what is G-d's will?
Though motivated by an inner love and a sense of concern for the spiritual health of one's fellow, these rebukes often come in the form of a pricking needle
"It seems," the horses surmised, "that we are not men after all, but angels, who do not partake of earthly food at all"
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