Issue #933
10 articles in this issue.
- Tidings of RedemptionMenachem Ziegelboim · 12-13 Tammuz · #933The news spread and even before the Rebbe returned to his host, the shochet, they already knew the good tidings.
- The Rebbe Hid Me in the ClosetRabbi Boruch Merkur · Chabad History · #933In the Rebbe Rayatz’s final years, only the senior Chassidim were allowed to attend his farbrengens.
- Did the Government Do All That It Could?Sholom Ber Crombie · Crossroads · #933Our 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.
- You shall not leave in a panicSholom Ber Majeski · D'var Malchus · #933“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…
- More of the Torah View on SculptureRabbi Boruch Merkur · Letters From the Rebbe · #933Beis 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.
- The Ultimate Tz’dakaRabbi Greenberg · Parsha Thought · #933G-d is always counting the Jewish people. One example is a census ordered by G-d as recorded in this week’s parsha, Pinchas.
- Born on the Original Yud-Beis TammuzMmarad · Profile · #933R’ 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.
- Educational RevolutionaryBeis Moshiach (staff) · Profile · #933R’ 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.
- Everyone Needs to Feel He’s a PartnerBeis Moshiach (staff) · Thought · #933Lectures used to be the way people learned. A teacher or lecturer who knew the information would come and convey it to students.
- The Flowerpot MysteryBeis Moshiach (staff) · Tzivos Hashem · #933One evening, with no prior notice, I made an announcement, “We are going to grow a plant.” “What for?” asked Sarale, my sister.