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Once there was a rabbi who had no children. Finally, he had an only son. He raised him and married him off. The son used to sit in an attic room and study in the manner of rich men and he always…
He and I rarely spoke of God. He didn’t want to listen to another one of my blasphemous speeches, and I knew it was like talking to a brick wall—you could never convince him of anything.
But once—by…
Wherein I, Simon Sit in Judgment
On an afternoon in the month of Nisan, which is the sweetest time of the year, the bells were sounded; and I, Simon, the least, the most unworthy of all my…
“Reb Hersh,” I finally said, “as I sat here listening to you, I sometimes thought I was listening to myself. And since it’s harder to lie to yourself than to someone else, I will answer you as though…
When I heard that Isaac Kornfeld, a man of piety and brains, had hanged himself in the public park, I put a token in the subway stile and journeyed out to see the tree. [ . . . ][ . . . ] On the day…
It is a work that contains two hundred precious and wondrous stories, full of ethical [edification] and [inspiring] fear of the Lord, sweeter than honey, bringing joy to oppressed hearts and souls…
This collection of short vignettes about life in the Jewish agricultural colonies was published for Argentina’s independence centennial. It presents their experience as redemptive.