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Tuvia Bolton

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A popular teacher, musician and storyteller, Rabbi Tuvia Bolton is co-director and a senior lecturer at Yeshiva Ohr Tmimim in Kfar Chabad, Israel
I didn’t really have any Jewish identity to speak of—I was minimally aware that I was Jewish. But this person was saying that of all the peoples in the world, of all the races and the religions, Jews were evil.
by Tuvia Bolton - art by Ari Binus Yehoshua Benyamin was a poor chossid who lived in Russia over a hundred years ago. He had been blessed with a large family, and he loved them all very much. That’s why it pained him so much that he had to struggle so har...
by Tuvia Bolton On the 3rd day of Tammuz, 5754 (1994), the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem M. Schneerson, passed away. To the present day however Jews continue to be inspired by his teachings and find guidance in his words. Endless streams of people flo...
"Give with an open hand," Rabbi Shimon adjured. "Don't worry about tomorrow, G-d will provide. And most important: write it all down. Every penny you give, write it down and carry the list with you at all times..."
The rebbe’s youngest son, Shmuel, who was seven years old at the time, wandered around the room, talking to the men who sat tearfully reading Tehillim as they waited to be received by his father . . .
A seder story
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!
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..."
Reb Yaakov tried not to remember, but suddenly the scene was there in his memory, clear as day. He didn’t want that bum to get too close. He looked disgusting. Besides, he was in the middle of a conversation with his friends . . .
The commander of the Bavarian troops stepped forward, fell to one knee before the Emperor and said: "I ask for autonomy for Bavaria!" "Liberty it shall be!" shouted Bonaparte
“Do you own anything of value?” asked the rebbe. “Just my two horses,” replied the wagon-driver. “In that case,” said the rebbe, “you’ll have one for Purim, and the second for Passover.”
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