A Jewish organization creates unforgettable summer experiences for special needs kids and their parents.
Posted on: July 11th, 2007Judaism → Columns → Chodesh Tov/Rabbi Hanoch Teller
Whereas Salek's father's appearance was rather modern for that period - sporting only a short beard, just like his cousins - his grandfather, Avrohom Orenstein, had a flowing beard and wore a shtreimel on Shabbos.
Posted on: June 27th, 2007Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
I have a story to share with you - one that might change the way we look at every detail of our lives, labeling them coincidences or miracles. You be the judge!
Posted on: June 6th, 2007Judaism → Columns → Chodesh Tov/Rabbi Hanoch Teller
The shtetl of Apt would rise early every weekday morning when the men would rush to one of the houses of prayer, better known as shteiblech.
Posted on: May 16th, 2007Judaism → Columns → Chodesh Tov/Rabbi Hanoch Teller
In preparation for Shabbos, Salik Orenstein's (our protagonist, and through his eyes and his memoir are we viewing the shtetl) mother baked challos.
Posted on: April 18th, 2007Judaism → Columns → Chodesh Tov/Rabbi Hanoch Teller
Over a year ago, I suggested that our knowledge of the Holocaust was limited because of our familiarity with only a few, well-known stories from that period.
Posted on: April 2nd, 2007Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
According to the American College Dictionary to retire means: " To withdraw, or go away, to a place of abode or seclusion; to withdraw from office, business or active life." That is not what we envisioned our retirement to be. Sure, it's great to sit on the beach and bask in the sun, to golf, play tennis, etc. But how much of that can one do without feeling that something is lacking?
Posted on: March 21st, 2007Judaism → Columns → Chodesh Tov/Rabbi Hanoch Teller
Beginning in the tiny Galician town of Belz, Rabbi Aharon Rokeach, better known as the Belzer Rebbe, maintained his chassidic court despite the constant danger.
Posted on: August 23rd, 2006Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
Everything given us is for the best. Yet some of us forget this when we should know better. I recently moved to another state and needed to see an ophthalmologist. My brother and sister-in-law have been living in that state for 10 years, and my brother's wife said she would make an appointment for me.
Posted on: May 24th, 2006Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
When my wife and I were about to leave Israel after last Sukkos, our son and daughter-in-law told us they were expecting another child to be born about two weeks before Pesach. We realized immediately that it would be difficult for them to make Pesach at home.
Posted on: February 15th, 2006Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
Nathan Mark, Esq., who passed away recently, spent many years working as a civil servant for the State of New York, first with the Human Rights Division and later, with me, at the Department of Motor Vehicles.
Posted on: May 11th, 2005Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
It was in the late 1980s. Retired FBI agent Tim McCarthy, Inspector General for the New York State Department of Motor Vehicles, took the call in his office from Kevin Green, the head of the FBI-NYPD Inter-Agency Task Force investigating official corruption in New York State and City government.
Posted on: April 27th, 2005Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
My husband and I had the distinct pleasure and privilege to join a group of English speaking Israelis on a visit to Gush Katif. The trip was organized for the World Mizrachi and Tehilla movements. Both organizations are involved in aliya and living in Israel. Our goal was to become reacquainted with Gush Katif, while for some, it was their first time there.
Posted on: February 16th, 2005Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
On the 6th of Adar, 5667 (March 20, 1907) Shoshe and Rabbi Avraham Halevi Shapiro welcomed Moshe Aharon, their sixth (and last) child, into the world in the little town of Nesvizh, near Baranovich, in Russia.
Posted on: November 10th, 2004Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
I had envisioned Gush Katif with images of a sea of turquoise blue, pristine white beaches, boats bobbing along the horizon, and me sitting in the sun.
Posted on: June 2nd, 2004Judaism → Columns → Lessons In Emunah
There we stood, my husband and I, on the darkened mirpeset (balcony) of our home. It was 8:00 p.m. Our mirpeset overlooks the valley which marks the boundary of Efrat. In the distance is the road leading south to Kiryat Arba and Hevron, and north to the holy city of Yerushalayim.
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