It appeared to us that Moshe had died because we were struck by the perception of lacking the presence of Moshe Rabbeinu and we were confronted by his absence. However, Moshe experiences life, in virtue of the spiritual height he had attained. * Moshe Rabbeinu did not die. Rather, he ascended and serves Above.
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In honor of the opening of the Kfar Chabad post office branch on Purim Katan 5719, the Israeli Postal Authority printed an inaugural day envelope, bearing a map of Eretz Yisroel highlighting the location of Kfar Chabad alongside the motto: “Spreading the Wellsprings of Chassidus.” On the edges of the envelope there also appeared the Rebbe’s new slogan: “And you shall spread forth to the west, and the east, and the north, and the south.”
Tziporah Piltz is a tour guide and master educator who lives and breathes the Hilchos Beis HaBechira not only during the Three Weeks. Her home is on the Mt of Olives, but she is eagerly awaiting the day that the earth will split beneath her (a Messianic prophecy). Although she makes her home on a holy mountain, her true yearnings are focused on the neighboring mountain where we will soon see our true home rebuilt on the other side of the Kosel.
The Rebbe saw back then how the institution of the rabbinate was being dragged into politics. Candidates for rabbinical posts talk like politicians, rather than openly expressing their opinion on Torah matters.
The unusual quote in the title, is one that the Rebbe Rayatz said about the Chassid, R’ Binyamin Gorodetzky, when he suggested moving the main Yeshivas Tomchei T’mimim to Nevel after it was closed down by the authorities. He was only 18 years old. * About the devoted Chassidic askan, the man who served as the Rebbeim’s representative in Europe, Eretz Yisroel, and Africa. * To mark his passing on 5 Av 5755.
After he had disappeared from sight, R’ Shai noticed that the man had left behind a pouch containing a sizable amount of money. Since he didn’t know where the man lived, he didn’t know what to do with the money and asked me for advice…
When one considers the truthfulness and majesty of what was once there upon the Temple Mount, how can one look at the pathetic, crumbling segment of a haphazardly reconstructed retaining wall that remains and feel inspired? Then I came to appreciate that it is not the Wall that makes the sanctity of the place. It is the energy of the people who come here, the precious souls of all colors who merge together in the fading twilight and become one, embracing the oneness and each other, if even for a brief momentary taste of what could be, of what must be.
The king epitomized the role of each and every individual Jew. Every Jew is regarded as a king or queen because of the G-dly soul he or she possesses. The royal nature of a Jew was given to him or her as a way of conquering the material world and utilizing it to better serve the ultimate Divine King. The individual king was the inspiration and the source of power for all of us to be monarchs in our own lives.
One of the outstandingly beautiful Chabad communities of days gone by was in Riga, Latvia before the Holocaust. The Latvian Lubavitch community had many Chassidic personalities of note, many of whom were killed by the Nazis. One survivor of that community, R’ Uri Nosson Nota Barkahan, shared his reminiscences about the glory days.