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This Saturday night - Sunday is Tisha B'AV, the 9th of Av; the date when both Holy Temples were destroyed in Jerusalem (despite the fact they were destroyed over 450 years apart from each other). 

Greece Riots - Chabad Smiles

A few months ago Greece was not a good place to be. Riots filled the streets, angry, violent mobs with grievances to the government set to the streets, destroyed property, set fires, battled the police and bedlam reigned.

 Vacationers shunned the place, trips, hotel reservations and plane tickets were cancelled but for Rabbi Yoel Kaplan, the Chabad Representative in Sloniki, Greece it was just another challenge.

 Rabbi Kaplan thrived on the unusual. His home, like all the hundreds of Chabad Houses throughout the world, was open to the public 24/7 with the hope of helping Jews and Judaism…and that required expecting the unexpected.

 In the days of the rioting there was nothing to do there. And even weeks after the rioting signs of vandalism were everywhere and tension filled the air but the Rabbi tried to resume his normal activities. 

It wasn’t easy; there were no tourists, certainly no Jewish tourists and after  all the violence it seemed wise to just stay indoors for a few more weeks but the Rabbi had a job to do… there must be some Jews out there and then there were some things that were pressing …. like going to the post office daily.

 But even such a seemingly simple task was fraught with danger. The post office was located in a part of downtown that was a youth hangout and had been hit the hardest by violence.

 There were days that he took side roads to get there and used the back entrance, which meant a serious detour and time loss, just to avoid trouble.

 But one day he was running late and forgot to worry for trouble. He headed straight for the post office but as he neared his goal he began to regret it. A group of ten or so healthy looking fellows, some of them with tattooed arms, punk hairdos and other bizarre and frightening body signs were staring at him with hatred in their eyes. His full beard, black hat, long black coat and entire Jewish demeanor were like a red flag before a maddened bull and he was a sitting duck for their frustrations.

 He should have turned back, taken an alternate route and avoided them but something told him to just keep walking. From afar he heard the curses they directed at him first in Greek then, because they knew he spoke English, in English; all of them anti-Semitic.

 He had experienced Greek anti-Semitism before. Usually he just ignored it but for some reason this time he glanced up, raised one hand and, as he got closer, said in as friendly a tone as possible “Hello, good morning!”.

 “Someone talking to you?!” the biggest of them replied sarcastically as the others got ready for some action.

 Suddenly the Rabbi realized something. Just like Abraham, the first Jew, some 4,000 years earlier was alone in his quest to bring meaning into a hostile world, but trusted G‑d to protect him (therefore we pray to ‘The Shield of Abraham’) so this same ‘G‑d of Abraham’ would protect him now.

 He smiled and said, “Maybe you weren’t talking to me… but you certainly are talking about my people.”

 “That’s right Jew!” The young man replied with burning venom laced with terms not fit to print, “About your cursed nation of thieves, liars and cheaters we certainly were talking. And we’ll keep talking until you are exterminated etc.”

 The smile did not depart from Rabbi Kaplan’s face as he calmly replied, “You look like intelligent people. You have no reason to hate me or any other Jew. In fact, if you knew the truth I’m sure you wouldn’t treat any of us badly.”

 This was too much for the ‘leader’. He was livid with anger as he made a fist, held it before the Rabbi’s face and said, “I’m a trained boxer. Unless you want to taste a few of these you’d better get away as fast and far as possible and don’t come back!”

 Rabbi Kaplan realized that things were about to get out of hand, so he calmly turned to the others, blessed them warmly with a good day and good news and continued on to the post office.

 But after he finished his business there and left the building something told him not to take a detour back home, rather to return the same way he came… through the crowd.  After all, he was only here to dogood; the same G‑d of Abraham that protected before would protect him now.

 But this time when he passed the group something unexpected happened, they were quiet.  He again blessed them with a good day and all of them answered “Same to you.”

 He continued walking and the ‘boxer’ that had threatened him previously approached him and stuck out his hand. “I want to apologize for what we said before. We thought about it and decided that you are right. We really know nothing about the Jews. Must be that we were affected by the media or what people say.”

 The Rabbi shook his hand, smiled and said. “Apology accepted. The fact is you should never judge anyone before knowing them and for sure you shouldn’t hate anyone just because of their opinions. Here” Said Rabbi Kaplan as he took a calling card from his wallet and handed it to the ‘boxer’, “if you ever want to talk over a cup of coffee … on me!”

 If the Rabbi had doubts about talking to these people in the first place all of them melted away. Finally he would have a chance to dispel some of the hatred in the streets and maybe convince some of those fellows to live better lives.

 A few days later he got a phone call. “Hey Rabbi, my name is Alexandros - remember me? I’m the fellow you gave your card to the other day. Were you serious about that cup of coffee? If so, I’m right outside your house.

 Rabbi Kaplan was pleasantly surprised and in just moments he was introducing Alexandros to his wife and children. But then they sat down and the conversation began. His visitor had good questions and was a great listener but eventually, at the third or fourth cup of coffee, when the topic of ‘Who is a Jew’ came up and the Rabbi explained that only someone with a Jewish mother, or genuinely converts to Judaism, is considered a Jew, Alexandros got serious and began making interesting calculations.

 He announced that his maternal grandmother had told him that she had once been ……….Jewish.

 Indeed, she had been an observant Jewess but in the war, after her husband and children were murdered by the invading Germans she ran and hid in the mountains for several years and, a few years later left Judaism and married a gentile.  He figured that if she left that she was no longer a Jew. But the Rabbi set him straight. 

Anyway, his grandmother then gave birth to a baby girl who later grew up married a religious Greek Orthodox man and become the mother of Alexandros! His mother.

Alex discovered that he himself was Jewish. He even took the Rabbi to visit his aged grandmother where she agreed to put a Mezuzah on her home and he agreed to put on Tefillin every day. This only occurred weeks ago and certainly the best is yet to come.

Go Back to Sweden With Your Wife
 
This story ended during the war with Hezbollah!
 
Fifteen years ago, Avraham T. had achieved the Israeli ideal. He had as his very own reality what many Israelis only dream about.

He lived in Sweden, was married to a beautiful Swedish girl (not Jewish), and was as far from Judaism as possible. There was nothing and no one to ever remind him that he was a Jew.

But things don't always go the way we would like them to.

Avi's problem was that he was intelligent, a hard worker who was good at business, and a go-getter with great desire to be rich. But in Sweden, he couldn't make it happen. He simply didn't know anyone and he lacked language fluency.

So his "wife" suggested that they try their luck in Israel. After all, there Avi had friends, connections, and family. Then they could return to Sweden after they made his fortune. He decided to go for it.

A few weeks later they had made the move and Avi was introducing her to his parents and friends and making business plans. But after a few weeks, something began to go wrong.

It wasn't noticeable from the outside but his wife began to feel strangely uncomfortable. At first she thought it was because she was homesick or not used to the climate or the surroundings or the people. But she wasn't like that. In fact, she became fluent in Hebrew and made friends in no time. She really liked Israel and felt very at home. After a few weeks, she figured it out.

She felt unworthy.

She had heard that Israel is a holy land and, although her husband and every one around her in Israel seemed to ignore and deny it, she couldn't help feeling it was true.

And she felt unworthy and even ashamed to be in such a holy place.

It wasn't long before she began asking Avi and his parents questions, and when they couldn't answer, she went to the library. But the books there were so uninspiring (most were written by non-believing Jews) that she turned to searching the newspapers for classes or lectures in Judaism she could attend. Her wanderings brought her to the local Chabad House.

She liked it. It was her style. She could ask what she wanted with no
embarrassment and she wasn't intimidated by the answers.

Avi even accompanied her a few times but she left him far behind; while she was asking her deep and difficult questions and trying to analyze the answers, he just went to sleep.

But he didn't like the direction that things were going. He wanted to be married to a gentile! He tried to calm her down, to divert her attention, to suggest that they go for a vacation, or even return to Sweden, to find her a job, to put a stop to it. But nothing worked. She was on fire.

It wasn't long before she was going to the Chabad House almost every night and was more enthusiastic than anyone around her. Until she made the decision.

She had to convert to Judaism.

Poor Avi! His life was turning upside down right before his eyes.

He was beginning to understand why his mother didn't want him to marry a gentile.

He meekly suggested a reform or conservative conversion. But she insisted on the real thing and she wanted him to share her enthusiasm. She studied for another year, dragged him to New York to a well-know orthodox rabbi, and got converted.

"Nu!"

He said after the rabbi signed her papers. "Now that that's over, let's just go back to Israel." But it wasn't so simple.

Before they could return they had to....get married! According to the Torah, they had never been married.

It was at this "second" wedding that Avi got the point. Possibly it was due to the few Chabadniks who attended and danced, sang, made a few l'chiam's, and really made him happy (incomparably more so than at his first "discothèque-like" wedding in Sweden). But whatever it was, suddenly he realized that Judaism is full of life, meaning, and joy!

Avi went home a different man and it wasn't long before he decided to be full partners with his wife in raising their children and living according to the Torah. They even moved back to Sweden for a while, far from his non-religious friends and family, and were active in outreach. But he wanted more.

So they moved back once again to Israel to try again to make it big. But, although Avi saw some signs of success, his own family just kept getting bigger and his savings smaller.

His wife gave birth to, thank G‑d, their eleventh child (!) and jobs got
harder to find. We are talking about just a few months ago. Unemployment is soaring in Israel and, to make life impossible, the government, in order to finance their various "peace" fiascos, drastically cut welfare benefits to large families.

Avi's only consolation was the 27 books of the Lubavitcher Rebbe's  consisting of thousands of letters that give advice. 

They opened one of the books it was to a letter where the Rebbe assured the letter writer .... that everything would be fine, and suggested that he/she return to where they did outreach.

If taking the Rebbe's advice to another person seriously; it meant that Avi and his wife must go back to Sweden.

But for Avi it was out of the question. Where would he get money for
thirteen plane tickets?! All he had to his name were debts. He owed money to almost all the stores in the city of Tsfat where they lived.

And how could the Rebbe say it would be all right when things couldn't get worse.

And they got even worse yet!

A week or so ago a terrorist organization called the Hezbollah, entrenched in Lebanon, began raining missiles down on the entire north of Israel, especially Tsfat.

People were being blown up in the streets (may G‑d avenge their blood) and everyone who could, fled. But Avi knew of no person or place that could put up his huge family and he certainly didn't have money for a hotel.

They were forced to spend days in the crowded bomb shelters of Tsfat. His wife and children were going crazy… not to mention himself! How could the Rebbe say it would be all right?

Then, suddenly his wife got wind of a rumor that the various embassies were providing hotel rooms in the middle and south of Israel for their citizens. She had nothing to lose.

She called the Swedish embassy and begged them to move her and her family from the danger zone. They told her that they would consider her request and would reply soon.

A half-hour later her phone rang. Her request had been granted. In four hours several taxis would come pick them up.

"Oh! This is wonderful," she exclaimed. "Can I ask where you are taking us? Where we will be staying?"

"Staying?" the man from the embassy answered. "You will be taken to the airport."

"Airport?" she answered. "What, is there a hotel in the airport?"

"No, no!" he replied. "You, your husband, and children are being taken to Sweden. Of course, we will provide you there with housing as well. And wlfare benefits will begin when you arrive there."

The Rebbe's advice came true.

 
Who Testified Against the Jews?
 
Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Moses all came before G‑d when they were told about the destruction of the First Holy Temple. Abraham spoke first: "Why have I been singled out from among all the people, that I have come to this shame and humiliation? Why have You exiled my children and delivered them into the hands of evil people? You have laid waste to the place where I brought my son as a sacrifice."

G‑d replied: "They sinned, transgressing the entire Torah, and the message of the entire alef-bet."

Abraham then said: "Who testified against the Jews, that they have transgressed?"

"Let the Torah come and testify," said G‑d.

The Torah came forward, but Abraham said to her: "My beloved daughter, are you not ashamed before my children? Remember the day that you were given; how G‑d carried you to all of the nations, and none wanted to accept you, until my children came to Mt. Sinai and heard you. And today you want to offer testimony against them, during their troubles?"

The Torah was too ashamed to testify.

G‑d said, "Let the alef-bet come forward."

The letters came forward, wishing to testify. The alef was first. But Abraham told her, "Remember the day when G‑d gave the Torah and began with the letter alef — Anochi — I. None of the other nations wished to accept you except the Jews. And now you want to witness against them?"

The alef slinked back in shame. But the bet came forward. Abraham said to her, "My daughter, remember the Torah which begins with the letter bet — Bereishit — In the beginning. No one but the Jews would accept her and you wish to bring testimony against them?"

When the other letters saw this, they all remained silent.

Then Abraham said to G‑d, "In my hundredth year, You gave me a son. When he was 37, You commanded me to bring him as a sacrifice and I bound him! Won't You remember this and have pity?"

Then Isaac spoke to G‑d, "When my father brought me as an offering upon Your command, I willingly let myself be bound. I stretched out my neck to be slaughtered. Will You have pity on my children for my sake?"

Jacob, too, spoke to G‑d, saying "For twenty years I worked for Laban so together with my children and my wives I could leave him. And when I left Laban, I was met by my brother Esau who wished to kill my entire family. I risked my very life for them and bore much suffering because of them. Will You not have pity on them?"

Finally, Moses approached G‑d. "Was I not a faithful shepherd over Israel for forty years, leading them in the desert? And when the time came for them to enter the Holy Land, You commanded that I die in the desert and not lead them there. Yet, I did not complain. Do You expect me to quietly watch them go into exile?"

Moses called to Jeremiah the prophet, who stood together with him and the Patriarchs. "Come with me. I will take Israel out of exile."

When, by the rivers of Babylon, the people saw Moses they rejoiced. "Look, Moses has risen from the grave to redeem us from our captors!"

Just then, a heavenly voice declared: "It is decreed. It can be no other way."

Moses wept as he spoke to the people and said, "My beloved children, I cannot take you out for it has been decreed by the Master and only He can redeem you."

Then Rachel, our mother, came before G‑d. "Your servant, Jacob, loved me dearly and worked for my father for seven years on my behalf. But my father wanted to trick him and give him my sister Leah, instead. I heard of this and told Jacob. I gave him a sign so he would know who they were giving him.

"But I took pity on my sister. I did not wish her to be humiliated. I taught her the signs and even spoke for her so that Jacob wouldn't recognize her voice; I was not jealous.

"Master of the World! I am but flesh and blood and I was not jealous of my sister. You, G‑d, are merciful, full of kindness and compassion. Why are You jealous that Israel served idols? And because of this, You exiled my children and the enemy has killed whom they wanted."

Immediately G‑d took pity on her and said, "Rachel, for your sake I will return your children to the land of Israel."

MAY THIS HAPPEN NOW!

 
Why The Rebbe Opened Chabad
 
Houses  Everywhere to Do Mitzvas with
 
Every Jew
 
During his years in the gulag, Reb Mendel tried to learn a lesson in the service of G‑d from everything he heard and saw (in accordance with the famous teaching of the Baal Shem Tov) — and usually he succeeded. (He once told me that he believes that the reason that the great Chassidic master Rabbi Zusha of Anipoli said that it's possible "to learn seven positive lessons in the service of G‑d from a thief" is because Rabbi Zusha never sat in prison. If he had sat in prison he would have learned thousands of things!) But there was one story — said Reb Mendel to his fellow Chassidim at the farbrengen that night — that, try as he might, he could not figure out what was its spiritual point... until now.

One of the prisoners in the labor camp had been a deep-sea diver in the Czar’s navy, and was talking about his exploits: "It occasionally happened that one of the ships of the Czar’s navy would sink, sometimes because of a storm at sea, or because it struck a rock, or sometimes in battle.

"Now, ships are worth a lot of money, just the metal and the equipment alone were often worth millions, so the navy developed a means to lift the ship from the ocean floor so it could be towed to shore and repaired or at least partially salvaged. And that's where I came in.

"What they would do is situate two towing-ships on the sea above where the sunken ship was. Each ship would lower a long, thick chain with a huge hook on its end, and I would dive down, attach one hook to the front and the other to the rear of the sunken ship. Then the towing-ships would reel in their chains, lift the sunken ship from the ocean floor, and tow it in to shore.

"Now, this was all good and well when the sunken ship had been under water for a month or so, but after that the ship began to rust and the hooks would bring up only huge chunks of iron, leaving the rest of the ship behind.

"So someone developed a brilliant idea. The two tugboats, instead of lowering just one chain each, would spread a huge inflatable rubber mat over the place where the sunken ship was. Inside the mat was a large flat sheet of steel with hundreds of steel cables attached to it. The cables ran though special airtight holes in the rubber bottom of the raft in a way that no water could get in and no air would escape. At the end of each dangling cable was a hook.

"My job was to go down with a few other divers, lower the mat, spread it over the sunken ship, and attach the hooks to as many places as possible. Then a motor on one of the two tugboats would pump air into the mat and slowly inflate it. It began to pull upwards until... WHOOPA! The entire ship rose to the surface and could be towed to dry land. Because there were cables attached to so many parts of the ship, the disintegrating ship could be lifted in one piece, without falling apart."

"Only now am I beginning to understand the meaning of this story," said Reb Mendel that night in Kfar Chabad. "The ship is like the Jewish people, rusting and falling apart because they have been submerged in exile for almost two thousand years.

"The Rebbe’s idea is to save the ship and we are the Rebbe's deep-sea divers. Trying to pull up the whole thing up with one or two big hooks won't work. We need to attach a cable to every single Jew... bind tefillin on as many Jews as possible, and then when enough "hooks" and "cables" are attached... WHOOPA! G‑d will pull us all up together."

The Building of
 
the First Holy Temple in Jerusalem
 
When his many wars were finally successfully concluded, King David
devoted himself to the building of the Holy Temple of G‑d in Jerusalem. Unequalled in holiness, wondrous in its construction, it was supremely unique in that the Presence of G‑d was revealed there for all to see.

Although the task of its final construction was given to his son
Solomon, King David, who laid the foundations in every sense, is
credited with its building. It is written that Hashem did not allow
David to build the Temple because he had shed so much blood on the
battlefield, while the Temple was dedicated to peace. But another,
perhaps more telling explanation, is also stated, namely, that had David built the Holy Temple, it would have been imbued with such holiness hat it would have lasted into eternity. Would this not be a wonderful hing? it was asked. And Hashem replied:  "It is known to Me that Israel will sin in the future, but I will vent my anger on the stones and spare the people from destruction."

King David's preparations stemmed from his inspired commitment, as he stated in his Psalms:  "I will not take shelter in my house, nor mount
my bed, nor give sleep to my eyes... until I find a place for the
L-rd...."  Together with the prophet Samuel, the King was able to
discover the plans of the Temple which had been passed down from Sinai.
 
It was to be built in the territory of the tribe of Benjamin, on high ground, on the exact spot which is called the Foundation of the World. King David went to the owner of the land, a man named Aravnah, and purchased from him a threshing area located on Mount Moriah. There, David built an altar and offered sacrifices to the L-rd.

Then, the King set about collecting the vast supplies  needed for building. There were stockpiles of the famous cedars of Lebanon, more bass than could be measured, treasures of gold and silver, all materials consecrated by David for the holy purpose of building the Sanctuary.

After the death of King David, he was succeeded by his son Solomon, under whose rule the kingdom was firmly established. Peace and economic independence marked his rule. And Solomon, the wisest of all men, gained fame throughout the known world. When, in the fourth year of his reign, he began construction of the Holy Temple, he was able to assemble the finest artisans and craftsman of his time. When King Solomon sent to Pharaoh wishing to hire Egyptian craftsmen, it is related that Pharaoh gathered his astrologers to discern which of his workers were destined to die in that year; those, he chose for Solomon's project. When they arrived, the King, through divine inspiration, saw that they wouldn't live out the year. He dressed them in shrouds and sent them back to Egypt with the message to Pharaoh:  "It seems you don't have enough shrouds in which to bury your people, so I have sent them to you."

Many miracles occurred in conjunction with the Temple's construction.
Because it was prohibited to use metal implements to cut the stones, our Sages have related that there was a creature called a shamir, a kind of worm which existed for the sole purpose of cutting them. Also, during the construction, the stones rose into place spontaneously; none of the workers died or became ill; no tool was broken. The work of building was pursued unceasingly for seven years; tens of thousands of workers were employed in this gigantic effort, and when it reached completion, the joy of the people was indescribable.

The Temple was consecrated in the month of Tishrei (chosen because it was the birthday of the Patriarch Abraham). Huge crowds gathered from every corner of the kingdom and beyond to join in the magnificent celebration. The third day of the consecration ceremonies fell on the Day of Atonement, but in that special year fasting was suspended. The highlight of the proceedings was the transfer of the Holy Ark of the Covenant into the Inner Sanctuary, a witness to the continuity of the worship of Hashem by the Jewish nation. Our Sages tell us that when Solomon tried to bring the Ark into the Sanctuary, the gates stuck closed, whereupon he recited 24 different prayers; it was only when he invoked the name of his father, saying, "...remember Your servant David's loving kindness..." that the doors opened at once.

The King led the week-long celebration with his prayers and burnt offerings. Many pilgrims made the long journey to Jerusalem to participate in the glorious event, coming from as far as Syria and even Egypt. At the conclusion of the celebration, the people made their way home after having been blessed by the King. They had reached a joyous spiritual height which surpassed in holiness and purity even that of the Day of Atonement. 
Just Light A CANDLE

On a stormy winter day in 2001 Rabbi Shalom Lew, the Lubavitcher Rebbe's emissary in Glendale Arizona with his wife and two small children had just finished an inspiring several day visit to the Rebbe in Crown Heights district of Brooklyn.  They were now standing before the ticket booth trying to buy tokens for the subway.

The plan was to take the subway to Hartford, Connecticut to visit his wife's family and then fly back to Glendale. But they overlooked one thing; change.

It just so happened that all they had were two - one hundred dollar bills and the ticket offices doesn't change large bills. They were stuck. His wife was feverishly looking through her purse for change, the children were getting restless and the solution was not in sight. He'd have to miss the train, run up the stairs into the winter storm and look for change.

Suddenly they heard a woman's voice from behind them. "Can I help? Here I have change… it's only a few dollars."

It was a friendly, well-dressed young woman smiling pleasantly with a few dollar bills in her outstretched hand. In no time they were through the turnstile and on the subway, the woman right ahead of them looking for seats.

After the subway began to move Rabbi Lew went over to the woman, and thanked her profusely. "No problem," she said, "I know how it is to travel with small children. I'm glad to help."

They conversed a bit and somehow it entered Rabbi Lew's mind to ask her if she was Jewish and, when the answer was positive, if she lit Shabbat candles.

"No, I don't" she replied. "What good is it if I just do one commandment when I don't do any others. I don't observe the Shabbat, I'd be lying to myself if I lit Shabbat candles."

Suddenly he remembered a conversation his grandfather, Reb Zalman Jaffe of Manchester England told him that he had had years earlier with the Lubavitcher Rebbe.

The Rebbe made a speech that revolutionized Judaism.

Till that speech, Torah Judaism had been on the defensive; trying to ward off all non-religious influences. But the Rebbe changed all that.

He declared in a 'farbrengen' (Chassidic gathering) If every Jew does a commandment, even one, it will fill the world with meaning and blessings. Do not worry if they do every Mitzvah, just one Mitzvah can change the world!

The Rebbe told his Chassidim to begin with Tefillin for men and Shabbat candles for women. They had to go into the streets if necessary and change the world.

Shortly thereafter Reb Zalman Jaffe reported to the Rebbe that he had approached a neighbor of his (an unheard of thing in England) with the request that she begin to light Shabbat candles and she answered, 'What good will just one commandment do when I am completely non-observant'.

To which he replied that each commandment has a special quality, a 'charm' and blessing of its own, not connected to the others." Whne the Lubavitcher Rebbe, heard this explanation from Rabbi Jaffe, the Rebbe smiled and nodded in complete agreement with his approach.

So Rabbi Lew, inspired by this memory, said the exact same words. But, although the woman seemed pleased with the conversation, she did not seem at all convinced. When her stop came she bade the Rabbi and his wife a polite farewell and exited the Subway.

Years later Rabbi Lew received an email.

"Dear Rabbi Lew.

"I received your email address from Chabad.org. My name is Melissa. You probably do not remember me. I met you and your family almost four years ago in the Subway in Crown Heights I gave you change so you could get on the train and you tried to convince me to light Shabbat Candles.

"Well, believe it or not, it took some time but I lit them. Just one Mitzvah, like you said, with no connection to anything else.

"But it didn't stop there. I got married to a wonderful Jewish man by the name of Marty and we decided to start doing more.

"Believe it or not, today we keep most of the laws of Shabbat, eat kosher food and hope to have a completely Jewish house. I just wanted to thank you for caring. Since then I've thought a lot about what you said 'just light candles' and I just want you to know that because of those words I am the person I am today. Believe it or not! If possible please keep in contact. Melissa."

A few days later Rabbi Shalom Lew called his father, Rabbi Shmuel in London and told him the story; especially how the memory of his Grandfather's conversation with the Rebbe put the right words in his mouth on the subway.

"Amazing!" His father exclaimed. "You'll never guess where I'm just coming from! I was just at an engagement party of a young lady that told me that she is an observant Jew today thanks to a conversation your grandpa Zalman Jaffe, had with her grandmother years ago about lighting candles.

"Just do one Mitzvah, Just Light Shabbos candles."


MOSHIACH MATTERS
Our current "reality" is a dream, while the world of Moshiach is the true reality. In a single moment, we can all wake up from the dream of exile and open our eyes to the true reality of our existence - the perfect world of Moshiach. Everyone can immediately awaken himself from his dream, so that today, before we even say the afternoon prayers, in fact this very moment, we all open our eyes and see Moshiach, in the flesh, with us, here.

                                 (The Rebbe, parshat Pinchas, 1984)

 



 

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