Seder, the

"What is it?" he snapped. In the Bronx, it's proper etiquette to snap when greeting someone. I noticed the loaf of rye bread sitting on the table, definitely not a traditional Seder food. I said, "The Rebbe sent me."

First we drank a glass of wine. Then we ate a bit of parsley. Then they started talking, and talking, and talking. The smell of the food from the kitchen is making me insane, but they don't bring it out!

The Rebbe looked around him. It was obvious that only he had heard the heavenly announcement. "Has anyone heard of a tzaddik called Shmerl the Tailor?" he asked. No one had

After fifteen frenzied minutes, the Finkel cousins returned to the living room. Kevin turned in the report. "Sorry, Dad. For a small house, there's a lot of places to hide a matzah"

The year that followed was truly a year of miracles, not the least of which was a visit by Elijah the Prophet

“Rebbe!” she cried. “I swear that I won’t move from here until you command Heaven to bless me with a child!”

The festival of Passover was not far off. Households bustled happily from morning till evening with cleaning and shopping.

Every year, Chabad emissaries stationed in 86 countries and 600 “Roving Rabbis” host seders all over the world. Check out the snapshots below, and challenge yourself to guess where they are.

An old, life-weary man came to the door with tears streaming down his face. Before exchanging any words, the old man strangely poked and prodded our arms. "I can't believe it!" he muttered...

Once upon a time in a small city in Midwestern America, there lived a very kindly and generous rabbi named Rabbi Shmotkin