The ultimate refinement of the world will be specifically at the end of this final exile, with the true and complete redemption – “As in the days of your exodus from Egypt, I shall show you wonders.” Thus, the exodus from this exile, with the redemption, shall be in a manner of, “You shall not leave in a panic; you shall not go at a fast gait,” for “I shall remove the spirit of impurity from the land.” Therefore, we shall leave exile (with alacrity but) with tranquility of spirit and body, in a state of perfect wholeness and health – souls in bodies – and we shall segue immediately (without any interruption at all) into the eternal life of souls in bodies with the true and complete redemption…
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Beis Moshiach presents more of the Rebbe’s correspondence with the internationally renowned sculptor, Chaim Yaakov (Jacques) Lipchitz, and others on the issue of making statues. Part 2
R’ Yechiel Mandel was born in Mezhibuzh on the actual day of the first Chag Ha’Geula, 12 Tammuz 5687/1927, the day the Rebbe Rayatz was freed. * Almost the only Jewish memory he had from his parents’ home was the fact that his mother would clean the holy Baal Shem Tov’s gravesite. * At age 77 he visited the Chabad house in Texas. He was invited by his son who had become a Chabad Chassid. There he decided that upon his return to Eretz Yisroel he would also go to a Chabad house and become a Chassid of the Rebbe. * Presented for 12 Tammuz
The news spread and even before the Rebbe returned to his host, the shochet, they already knew the good tidings. When the Rebbe arrived, he saw the Chassid, R’ Michoel Dworkin dancing around the outside of the house, holding a small bottle of vodka and singing, “Nyet, nyet …” The young son of the shochet danced on the fence with feet in the air and his hands down below. * A description of the release of the Rebbe Rayatz from exile, based on diaries and stories of Chassidim. * Presented for 12-13 Tammuz.
In the Rebbe Rayatz’s final years, only the senior Chassidim were allowed to attend his farbrengens. R’ Dovid Goldstein, who lives in Tzfas now, and was a young bachur in those days, tells of many creative ways he used to try and attend the farbrengens or the t’fillos with the Rebbe Rayatz. * About the hiding place the Rebbe suggested in the Rebbe Rayatz’s apartment, about the hakafos in the Rebbe’s room, and when the Rebbe blocked the way to the second floor. * R’ Dovid was present in the early days after the Rebbe accepted the nesius and he has fascinating memories of what the Rebbe told him in yechidus, and how he secured a promise from the Rebbe for children for the Admur of Komarna after the Rebbe said, “Promising is something only Hashem can do.”
Lectures used to be the way people learned. A teacher or lecturer who knew the information would come and convey it to students. Nowadays, workshops and round-table discussions are more popular, in which everyone brainstorms together. Each one feels he is taking part in finding the answer or solution. In this way, no one feels put upon. That is how it is supposed to be with Geula too.
R’ Aharon Popack was a little boy when he emigrated with his family from Russia to the United States, a fact that the Rebbe Rayatz emphasized to him in yechidus. The Russian born boy, who grew up in America, was one of the Rebbe Rayatz’s first emissaries, and was appointed to the committee of Yeshiva students for strengthening proper chinuch, a shlichus he labored in all his life until his untimely passing. * To mark his passing on 13 Tammuz 5736/1976.
G-d is always counting the Jewish people. One example is a census ordered by G-d as recorded in this week’s parsha, Pinchas. This census is unique in that all of the families within each of the 12 tribes are mentioned.
Our government speaks in high and mighty terms about taking harsh retribution against Hamas. But they are lying. Bombing a few empty buildings won’t accomplish anything. This government has released terrorists wholesale, more than any previous administration. And on the night the students’ bodies were discovered, the terrorists fired rockets on cities throughout southern Eretz Yisroel, forcing the children of Sderot to sleep in bomb shelters, while children in Gaza danced in the streets reveling in this atrocious murder.
One evening, with no prior notice, I made an announcement, “We are going to grow a plant.” “What for?” asked Sarale, my sister. “In my good friend Shmuli’s house, they are growing a tomato plant on their porch,” I told her.