The fire burned so brightly in the eyes of the Rachmastrivka Rebbe, Yisroel Mordechai Twerski, that I found it hard to meet his gaze.
It was worth the divorce and second marriage, just to taste that magical thing called humility, which is what people got from being slaves in Egypt.
Each individual Jew serves G-d in a different way. We each have a different job to do in the world. There is no lump sum when it comes to avodas Hashem.
For years the mitzvas weren’t mine.
Something tells me that the repeated saga of tattoos and showers transcends mere coincidence, and will one day be revealed in its clarity within the pages of the hidden anthology of the Jewish heart.
A diamond doesn’t lose its value just because it was buried in the ground for while. Just clean it off, and you will see its brilliant shine.
Sometimes a person just needs to keep moving down the road, doggedly moving even when there’s no hope in sight.
Taking a step back from the issue itself, the matter seemed to boil down in an abstract sense as to whether to follow conventional wisdom or resist it.
We needn’t be swept up in the sword dance of ‘conformity and the conformity of non-conformity’, but rather simply be (and write)…real.
Bottom’s up I recently had a very disturbing conversation. A Rav I know and with whom I’ve worked on a number of kiruv initiatives over the years was setting out for one of his frequent trips to the US in his valiant and seemingly indefatigable quest to reach Jewish hearts. “I’m wondering if it’s time Read more