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Reb Zvi Elimelekh of Dinov (a grand nephew of Reb Elimelech of Liszensk)'s custom was to visit someone's house on the first night of Passover in order to see how he was making the seder. So he stopped in front of one Yiddele's house and Iistened to the Yiddele read from the Haggadah. He was chanting, "In regards to four sons the Torah speaks: One who is wise, one who is wicked,. ." and every time he would read the word "one" he would shout out in a loud voice "O-N-E" as if he were saying the Sherna.

Afterward, Reb Zvi Elimelech recounted his experience, saying that this little Yiddele was making such a holy prayer from the "four sons" - by the way he was saying "O- N - E-" that Reb Zvi realized that even the wicked son knew the Oneness of haShem.

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I want to tell you a gevalt story which my brother told me an Chanuka. On the third day of Chanuka them was a bris (commission) in Boro Park. The holy Bobover Rebbe was the sandek, and he told this story at the bris. There was a woman in Brooklyn who was married fifteen years, and she was not blessed with children. She want from rebbe to rebbe, from tzaddik to tzaddik, from one to the other, but still she had no child. She did not know what to do with herself. Since she had a lot of time, she became a volunteer in a hospital, and there she discovered a woman who was all alone, who had nobody in the world. For two years she took care of her. After two years the woman left this world and she, the woman who didn't have children, was there when she died. The dying woman said to her: "There is no way for me to thank you in this lifetime, for what you did for me. But, I promise you, the moment I go up to heaven, and stand before the Ribbono Shel Olam (G-d), I swear to you I will send you a baby." The Bobover rebbe said: "The baby that was just circumcised is this baby. He is a gift from that woman." Unbelievable.

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Them are a gevalt story about Rabbi Levi of Berditchev. When his son, Reb Yisrael, was on his way to become one of the biggest Rebbes, when he was seventeen, he left this world. And Rabbi Levi Yitzchak of Berditzhev was walling behind him, and he was dancing. We have no idea of this kind of worship of G-d. The Hasidim asked him "How can you dance?" He answered: "The Ribbono Shel Olam sent to my house a holy soul. And I am giving it back as holy as I received it." Awesome▼

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The Redomske Rebbe (Reb Shlomo, Redomske), one of the greatest Rebbes in the world before World War II, in Redomsk, a city in Poland near the border of Germany. After the First World War, Poland was so poor that a lot of them moved to Germany, to Berlin. And he was afraid that a lot of them would stop keeping Shabbos. So he said to them, go to Germany under one condition, that I become a partner in 10% of your business. I promise you you'll get rich. The most unbelievable thing happened, all those people who were his partners become multi-multi-millionaires.

It sounds like a joke. Do you know that the Redomske Rebbe owned half of Berlin in apartment houses? Do you know what he did with his money? He had a Yeshiva of 30,000 children. And he, with his own money, with the money he made from those apartment houses, supported 30,000 kids. And they were mamash, his children, he supported them, he took care of them..

.And the saddest thing is, that from all those 30,000 children, there are only five left. But I don't want to tell you the sad thing, I just want you to know that when he and his son came to Auschwitz, they changed the whole camp, because they were so filled with life, and joy. When people came home at night they were beaten, and wounded, and sad and they (the Rebbe and his son) would say,'Listen, this is not the way, you're helping them, right?

They want you to be sad, they want you to be broken. So you're doing everything they want you to do. Don't you have a little character? Let’s do what they don't want us to do.

They least thing is, they don’t want us to be happy, right?' All night long, they were teaching and saying Torahs, and the next day, when a Nazi beat up a Jew, they[the other prisoners] would say to him, 'You remember what the Rebbe said last night'. It would give them strength. And sad enough, for four weeks, while they were there, I heard also from people who were there, it's unbelievable, especially the Shabbos,it was like paradise.

But when the Germans saw that they had taken over the camp with joy, they took the Rebbe out, and his son, and shot them.

The following story was told by Shlomo Carlebach, who heard it first hand from the surviving chossid in the story. It occurred in the year 5703 (57years ago).In the last year of the Warsaw Ghetto, one of the rebbes was arrested a few days before Pesach with a young chossid who was seventeen years old.

They were supposed to be shot the second day of Pesach.In the meantime, the Nazis put them in prison, with thieves, prostitutes, all kinds of criminals. Meanwhile ,it's Seder night, the Rebbe is sitting in the prison and says to his young chossid, "We have no wine, no matzo, nothing. But, let us say the, Haggadah ."The chossid says, "Rebbe, I'm so broken, I don't even know if I believe in G-d at this moment. I'm completely out of it. “The Rebbe says, "Just sit next to me, and we are going to say the Haggadah."

The Rebbe begins to say the Haggadah. He says to the chosid, "Now, please, ask me MaNishtana (the four questions)".The chassid says, "Rebbe, I don't believe in it anymore. I'm so broken. My parents are killed, my whole family is killed, I'm in prison. It's a joke to be celebrating Pesach here in prison."The Rebbe begs him, "Please, please ask me Ma Nishtana." So, he asks him Ma Nishtana. The Rebbe begins, "Avadim HayinuWe were slaves...".Suddenly, a Polish thief opens his mouth and starts yelling, “You dirty, filthy Jews. Keep your filthy mouths shut. You are disturbing my peace.” He is yelling and cursing them.

A Nazi walks in with a gun, point sit at the Rebbe, and says, "If you disturb the peace in prison one more time, I won't wait until the second day. I'll shoot you right now. "He says to the thief, "Thank you so much. Thank you so much for keeping an eye on these dirty Jews. I'm really proud of you. If you have any trouble again, just call me." The Nazi walks out.

The rebbe, who spoke Polish fluently, said to the thief, "Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? The Nazi took away your country. They treat you like a dog. You are going to be on their side against me? I am the same like you. I'm on your side. You go with the Nazis? Don't you have a little bit of character?” And, the thief began crying. He said, "Holy rabbi, I'm so envious of you, that you are Jewish. You Jews, you have so much character, so much inner strength. Nobody can knock you down. But, I am Polish. I have no inner strength, no pride, nothing. I am like a dog."

He starts crying and saying, "I wish I could be Jewish .

I wish I could be Jewish. Then I would have a little pride. Rebbe, please forgive me that I called the Nazi. I beg you, forgive me. But, just tell me, what are you doing there?” The Rebbe says, "Tonight is the night when we came out of Egypt, and we are celebrating.” The Polish thief said, "I can't believe it. These Jews are so holy. They are sitting in prison, they have nothing, and yet, they are celebrating freedom? Rebbe, could you please say the Haggadah in Polish? I want to know the whole story.

"The Rebbe starts saying, "avadim hayinu were slaves in Polish. And, the thief is next to the Rebbe, and every few minutes he cries, "Oh, I wish I could be Jewish.” And, the Rebbe says the whole Haggadah in Polish. They have no matza, they have no afikomon, they have nothing to bench on (say grace after meals). They get up to "Eliyahu HaNavi (Elijah the Prophet)."The Rebbe explains to the Polish thief that you are supposed to open the door and Eliyahu HaNavi comes in. The Rebbe says to his Chassid, "Are you ready for Eliyahu HaNavi? "He answers, "Rebbe, please, leave me out. I'm not ready.” The Rebbe says to the Polish thief, "Are you ready for Eliyahu HaNavi?"The non-Jewish thief says, "Rebbe, wherever you go, I go.” The Rebbe-stands up and begins saying, "Shfoch chamatcha al hogoyim--Spill out your wrath upon the nations who don't know You.” At that moment, the Nazi walks in and shoots the Rebbe and the thief. Their neshamot (souls)went to heaven together.

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I want to tell you a good story that I heard on the first day of Succos. Someone told me he heard it from his father, a Hasid, and just forgive me, because I have to throw a lot of names at you, but just imagine for a moment that you know them... Again, this is a story of the highest and the deepest, the Heileger Reb Mordechai, Reb Motelle Neshcheezer (whose Yahrzeit is tonight).

The Holy Ropshitzer, Reb Naftali, was one of his followers. Okay, at the time, Reb Naftali was maybe seventeen years old and he came to Neshcheez for Purim, and after Purim, the Holy Neshcheezer tells him, "Do me one favour. Please don’t come here for Pesach." Now Reb Naftali really wants to be with his Rebbe for Pesach. So he thinks to himself, "Hmm. Pesach is in four weeks time. Okay, I'll talk my way back into getting invited to Neshcheez for Pesach."So it's a few days before Pesach. So Reb Naftali goes to the kitchen and helps the Rebbetsn. You know Pesach is coming, it's the Holy Nescheezer, there are thousands of Hasidim and the Rebbetsn needs help so badly.

So after he helps her for a few days, Reb Naftali asks the Rebbetsn, you know, just do me one small favour, just ask your holy husband, my Rebbe, to let me stay." Okay, he talked her into it, so the Rebbetsn asks the Neshcheezer, "I need Naftali so badly, and he helps me so much in the kitchen." So the Neshcheezer tells his Rebbetsn, "Okay, he can stay. But I'm telling you now, he will make me a lot of trouble.” So if you know a little about what we do the morning before Pesach,say about ten in the morning or so, you burn whatever is left over from the bread.

But it's not only burning a crumb of bread. It is mamash wiping out all the evil from the world. You are mamash cleaning yourself in the deepest way. Okay, after this is over, Reb Naftali goes to the beis medresh (the synagogue), because now the cleaning is all finished and this is a good time to learn just a little bit..

.Now let me interrupt the story for a minute. Imagine you sit in a room that smells bad. Then you don't even know after a while that it smells bad. Sadly, sadly enough, we are so accustomed to the spiritually evil smell of this world, that we don't even know anymore what good smelling is. But the Holy Ropshitzer knew what a good smell and a bad smell is. So suddenly the door to the Beis Medresh flies open, and nebekh, a schlepper walks in and oy, gevalt, does he smell bad! You could see that there is not a sin he has not committed yet-- and -- guess what-- he is ready for more! So the schlepper comes in and asks Reb Naftali, "May I see the Rebbe?"

Now the Heileger Ropshitzer thinks,"Gevalt oy! Just two minutes ago my holy master, the Neshcheezer burned all the evil. He mamash cleansed himself and the entire world.There is absolutely no evil left! And this disgusting low filthy schlepper is destroying my whole Yom Tov! I won't allow it!" So he says to the shlepper, "Is that all you need to do, see my Rebbe? Why don't you go home first, cleanse yourself a bit, wipe out your chumetz and do just a little teshuva first before you have the chutzpa, the audacity to disturb my holy Rebbe. Araus! Out! Chutzpa!"So the shlepper walks out of the Beis Medresh and Reb Naftali entirely forgets about it. A minute later, the Nascheezer comes running into the Beis Medrash and asks Reb Naftali, "Was anyone just here?" He answers him, "No, at least nobody I know of."

So the Nashcheezer tells him, "I'm not asking you if it was anyone you know, I'm not asking whether someone who looked holy to you was here. I am asking you if any one was just here?" So Reb Naftali answers him, "Now that you mention it, yes, there was this disgusting shlepper... disgusting..." The Neshcheezer is throwing up his hands! "Gevalt! What did you say to him?" So he answers, "What do you think? I threw him out, of course." So the Nashcheezer is about to have a heart attack. So he grabs the Holy Ropshitzer by the neck and screams, "If you don’t bring him back right away, I don't want to see you here ever again."Mamash, the Ropshitzer is besides himself. He runs around all over the city.

Finally he finds the shlepper in a bar somewhere, already he’s drunk like a dog, without saying anything too disrespectful about dogs... Now you know how disrespectful the Ropshitzer was to the shlepper before. But this time, the Ropshitzer treats the shlepper as if he were the holiest Rebbe in the world. So he says to him, "Please, I am begging you! Please come back with me to the Neshcheezer, because if you don't come back, my holy Rebbe will never speak to me again!” But it's not so easy.

The shlepper has had enough of the Ropshitzer. He only wants to be left in peace, let alone go back with him. So the Ropshitzer physically grabs him and literally carries the shlepper back with him to the Nashcheezer. And the Holy Nashcheezer is so overjoyed to see him! He hugs and kisses the shlepper, telling him, "Where have you been? I am so overjoyed to see you... I am so overjoyed to see you!" So the Nashcheezer dismisses the Ropshitzer and takes the shlepper into his humble abode. The Nashcheezer gives the shlepper a bath and new garments. For Yom Tov, he gives him a long "bekeshe" and"shtreimel". And the shlepper is shining mamash from one corner of this world to the other.So after Pesach, the Nashcheezer explains it to the Rophsitzer.

"I want you to know that this shlepper was not always a poor shlepper. He was my greatest, utmost holiest of the holy, deepest of the deep, student. His head was mamash in heaven, maybe, maybe, his feet touched the ground. But the saddest thing happened. You know he is just a human being. Once he made a mistake. But since he knew that I knew about it, even without his telling me or my telling him, he left and was ashamed to ever come back. And since he was so ashamed to come back, it was just downhill, downhill, downhill... I want you to know that on Purim, I mamash davened so strong to HaShem,"Please bring him back!" So I saw in prophecy that he would come this Eruv Pesach. And I also saw prophetically, that you would be here in the Beis Medresh when he came back and would throw him out. So I wanted you out of the picture.

That's why I told you not to come. Eruv Pesach, he had decided to give it one more chance. He thought, "If my holy Rebbe the Nashcheezer takes me back without saying anything, then I shall stay. But if his Hasidim throw me out, then I'll never come back again." So now you know the story. You know this story is so gevalt, so awesome. You never know ,someone you meet, and maybe for that person it's the last try...

HOW THE TAZ MARRIED THE DAUGHTER OF THE BACH

It's like a little personal story, because, you know, the two nearly, maybe the two greatest commentators on the Shulchan Aruch were the Holy Taz and the Holy Bach. The Bach, whose name was Joel Sirkis, was the Chief Rabbi of Krakow and the Taz was the Chief Rabbi of Lemberg. The Taz was the son-in-law of the Bach. It so happens that we are descended on my father's side from those two.

So it's very special. The story, which I just heard recently, is how the Holy Taz became the son-in-law of the Bach. Okay, it's a crazy story, so just bear with me. The Bach -- you know it's very, very, strange.

You know, sometimes, if you’re mediocre, you always find your place, very easily. But, if you’re special, you know, you may not find it. Ever. So the Holy Bach was mamash so, so, deep. Wherever he went, he always got thrown out. A rabbi here, a rabbi there. Finally, he was again in another city, and again he got thrown out. I mean, they asked him to leave.

You know, this was stupid! Anyway, so you know, according to Kabbalistic tradition, on Friday you go to the mikve -- pure rainwater -- or a lake. And after that you have to sleep a little in order to receive your super soul before Shabbos. Now the Bach was to be thrown out of the city on Monday. Can you imagine --he had a lot of children, how downhearted he was. What was he to do now? But he went to sleep before Shabbos. A few minutes before Shabbos there was a knock on the door, and a little Russian peasant says,

"I come from Federal Express with a letter for you". So the Bach's little girl ,Rivkele, had answered the door and she didn't know whether or not to wake up her father or not for the letter. But then she thought, maybe it's important. I'll wake him up. So Rivkele woke up the Bach and gave him the letter. And the letter said, "We appoint you Chief Rabbi of the City of Krakow." So you know, the Bach is so happy. So he says to his daughter, "Thank you so much for waking me up. I was so worried, even during my sleep. So you gave my soul back to me. For that I bless you that you should be privileged to marry someone who is at least at my level of learning.” Okay, at the time Rivkele was four, five, six, whatever.

I don’t know. In the meantime you know she isn't getting any younger. She's supposed to marry someone. So she's looking for the best but obviously it's not the best, right? Now she's twenty years old. And you know friends, those days weren’t like today. For a girl to be twenty and not married, it was like being at least one hundred thirty-nine nowadays and not yet married. Even worse,

One hundred eighty-nine. Nebekh. Can you imagine? She's already twenty years old and not married? I mean, that's the end. Finally, the Bach's wife says, "You know what's wrong -- it's all because of your stupid blessing. You gave her a blessing to marry someone as great as you. There just isn't anyone as great as you." That simple. "Okay," she said, "Either you take off your blessing, or you think of something else.” So the Bach is so broken. He had blessed her with all his heart. So, crazy, open your hearts for this, the Bach makes a vow. "I don't care anymore. I'm going to my Beis Medresh now. The first young man I see who isn't already married will marry my daughter." Crazy, right? Okay, let's stop here. Now in Lemberg lived a young man, Dovidl (haLevi). Later he became known as the Taz. You know, "Bach", is short for “Beis Chadash” or "new house".

"Taz" is short for "Turei Zahav", stones of pure gold. Anyway, the Taz had already published a commentary on the "Yore Deah", the Laws of what is kosher and non-kosher. But Dovidl didn't mention his name, because he was but eighteen years old. He thought, "If I were to put my name on it, they’ll see I'm only a boy of eighteen and they won't buy my book. Without my name they'll say, 'Oh, it's the greatest rabbi in the world!'" Right? So the Taz walked all over the world, dressed like ashlepper.

On that day he hit Krakow. Now, today, when you get to a new city, you walk into the Ramada Inn or the Marriott. But in former good days, you walk into the Beis Medresh. So the Taz is sitting inside the shul, brother shlepper. My great-grandfather is sitting inside the shul and the Bach who has just made his vow and is totally beside himself runs into the synagogue. So the first person the Bach sees is the Taz. So the Bach asks him, "Are you married?" So the Taz answers, "No." So the Bach asks, "Would you like to marry my daughter?"

So the Taz asks, "Who are you?" So the Bach answers him, "I'm the Chief Rabbi of Krakow." The Bach thought that he’d blow this young man's mind, yet all the Taz wasn't excited at all. All he said was, "Okay.” So the Bach came home to his wife and told her, "I met this boy. He's not married but looks like the biggest shlepper in the world. I don't know how much he knows but do you know what bugs me the most? He's not even happy! Who does he think he is? You know what, I'm going to the high court and annul my stupid vow!” At this point Rivkele walked in.

"You know, I heard every word you just said. What do we know? You made a vow and this young man was the first person you met. What do we know? Maybe it was from Heaven. Maybe he is my soul mate after all.” Now open your hearts and listen to this. Nowadays, if you’re super-religious, and you want to marry a girl, you might call her phone number and meet her in the lobby of the Marriott for coffee, maybe even date each other once or twice first, just to make sure that you're soul mates. If you're religious, but don't overdo it too much, then you date each other a few times.

Maybe even live together for a few years, ten, or twenty even, then you begin to seriously think about getting married sometime soon, perhaps. But in those days, a groom and his bride didn’t do that. They didn't date each other, not even once. They didn’t even talk to each other. They could just see each other for one minute before. The Taz, you know he's strong like a lion. So the Taz told the Bach, “I’m so sorry, but I cannot marry your daughter unless I first talk with her in private." Unheard of! But he said, "Otherwise, I'm not marrying her, the wedding's off." So what can you do? So the Taz talks to her. And this is what he says,

"First of all, I want you to know that we are soul mates. And I want you to know that I know your father made a vow that you would marry someone as great as he. And, believe me, I am equal to your father. I want you to know that your father is the greatest in the world of deep depths and I am the greatest in the world of sharp depths. But you must swear to me not to tell your father this until the time comes.

“So there was a wedding and you know that in those days there was a custom that the groom gives a speech by the chupah, but the Bach was afraid, maybe his son-in-law doesn't know what to say, so let's leave the speech out. And you know something else -- much as the Taz was great, the Bach was still the greatest in the world. So the Taz wanted very much to learn by him, only without his knowing that he is learning from him. So they lived-in the ghetto of Krakow -- they were poor people. And the only place in the house where there was a little heat was on the oven in the kitchen. And the Holy Bach would sit close to the oven and learn, and the Bach's thing was that whatever he learned, even all by himself, the Bach would utter every word, saying aloud everything that he was thinking.

So one night, the Taz came and said, "Oy, you know its cold in my room. I'd love to sleep on the oven." "Oh," the Bach said, "Your wife is home and you're sleeping here." And the Taz said, "Yes, it's okay with her." Anyway, the whole time he is sleeping on the oven, listening to the Bach learning. He wants to see how the Bach learns. Okay, now comes Shabbos ha Gadol, the Shabbos before Pesach. You know, nowadays, Rabbis speak every Shabbos. But in those days, the Rabbis gave only two speeches a year. Shabbos Teshuva (before Yom Kippur) and Shabbos ha Gadol.

So the Bach is sitting there, preparing himself, uttering every word and mamash making up unbelievable things. And sometimes he'd fall asleep in the middle of his learning. So the Taz saw his father-in-law was fast asleep. So he got up and tip-toed to the other side of the room, took a Gemara, opened it, put it right in front of the Bach and went back to the oven. And open your hearts, that very page of Gemara was mamash against everything the Bach said.

The Bach had made a mistake. So the Bach woke up, saw the Gemara in front of him saying just the opposite of what he had just thought. The Bach was sure it was a sign from Heaven, after all you know, who else possibly could have put a Gemara in front of him turned to this page, right? "Mamash", said the Holy Bach, "Thank you haShem for opening my eyes." But it bothered him because the Torah he had thought to say was so beautiful. The next night, the Bach was sitting again by the oven, saying to himself, "Oy! I'm mamash so tzubrokhen, heartbroken! G-d you know that Torah was so good!" He falls asleep again for a minute or two. He wakes up again and sees a piece of paper right in front of him that explains the Gemara in such deep way that not only there is no contradiction, but gevalt, it's the greatest proof in the world that he was right in the first place. But that’s really from Heaven, you know, because how else can such a piece of paper fall down in front of the Holy Bach with such Torah? Okay, it's now Shabbos ha Gadol and the Bach gives a big speech and tells his people,

"I want you all to know that this is Torah min Hashomayim, from Heaven!” And he tells them the whole story, how he made up this Torah, how he fell asleep only to wake up and find a Gemara open, and how the next night he was so sad it was against the Gemara and how he finds a piece of paper that fell down from Heaven... Gevalt! So the custom was, in those days, all the great scholars of the city would come to the house of the Rabbi following the speech and he would give them a piece of cake. To receive a piece of cake was a sign that the Rabbi assumed you understood everything that he said. It was the highest honour possible.

Naturally, his son-in-law didn't get a piece of cake, because he assumed he doesn’t know anything. So the Holy Taz told his wife, "Now is the time to reveal to the world who I really am. Now is the time to tell your father. Go up to him and ask him how come you didn't give my husband a piece of cake? So whatever he'll tell you, tell him, with all due respect, this wasn't a teaching from Heaven, but that it was my husband who put it in front of you." So she goes to her father and asks him, "Why don't you give my husband a piece of cake?" "So he says,” Why? Did he give such a good speech today?" "You know," she says, "that was his Torah that you said." Gevalt. So this is how the Holy Taz was revealed to the world. Now open your hearts, the end to this story is sad and so deep.

The Taz was married to Rivkele only a few years, and the saddest thing was, she was sick and she passed away. And the most unheard of thing, the Taz said a eulogy over her that lasted for three days. And do you know what was the deepest thing? Every part of the Torah the Taz ever learned, from the revealed to the un revealed, the Taz connected to his wife. It just might have been the highest eulogy ever said in the entire history of the world. So a few months later, the Bach thought, "You know, I hate to let such a son-in-law out of my house. I have a younger daughter. Maybe the Taz will marry her." But she said to her father, "If he can deliver a eulogy over my sister that lasted three days, then their connection is so so deep.

I can't possibly ever take her place." So that was it. Mazel Tov. The Holy Bach passed away the 20th day of Adar, 5400. His holy son-in-law, the Taz, passed away the 26th of Shvat, 5427. Some of the descendants of the Taz took on the Bach's first name, Joel, as their surname.

Rabbi Ephraim Fischel Joel of Moisling in Prussia, was a great-great grandson of the Bach and the Taz. Reb Ephraim had a daughter, Channale. She married Rabbi Alexander Adler of Luebeck. They had a daughter, Esther. Esther taught school in Luebeck. The principal of the school fell in love with Esther and married her. As it so happens, this principal, Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach, was my grandfather..

, Rabbi Akiva Eger, one of the greatest in the world--he had this tremendous custom; it's really beautiful to tell you. Obviously, he was the Chief Rabbi of Posen--he was the Rebbe of the world, about 200 years ago. He was mamesh the greatest. He was so afraid if one of the guests makes a stain, then his wife--hopefully not, but you never know. So you know what he did when he walked in to the Seder? The first thing he did, he took the wine and poured it all over the tablecloth--forget it! Forget about the tablecloth. Don't be a slave to the tablecloth. Don't be a slave to anything. Mochin d'gadlus, you know? Do you think the table is only beautiful because the tablecloth is white? When your heart is dark, what good is it? Right? Gevalt. Mochin d'gadlus.

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. The heilege (holy) Ziditchover had so many grandchildren. But, one particular year, he said, "My grandson Bereshel should ask Mah Nishtana." Bereshel was then five years old; later on he became Rav Bereshel of Donina, a very great Rabbi. Comes time for Mah Nishtana and Bereshel isn't there. They started looking for him high and low. He's not there. Here, I interrupt myself with another story about Bereshel.

Bereshel was the favorite of his grandfather, because in that year one of the other grandchildren got very sick. Very, very sick. The mother of the child was begging the Ziditchover to please pray for him. Nothing happened. One night, the boy's condition worsened. It seemed he was going to leave the world. The Ziditchover, from 12:30 A.M. until three in the morning, did not want to be disturbed. He was writing his commentaries on the Zohar and did not want to be disturbed. But, someone had to tell him. They decided to wake up Bereshel and he will tell the Zeide. Bereshel was five years old. They tell him, tell Zeide that if he doesn't pray now, it will be too late.

Bereshel walks up to the higher floor, to his grandfather. He knocks on the door. His grandfather asks, "Who's there?" "Bereshel." "Why aren't you asleep?" Bereshel said, "Zeide, I came to bring you the most unbelievable good news. I want you to know that Moishele is getting better every second. But, Zeide, please pray for him. Please, Zeide, pray for him."

The holy Ziditchover prayed for him. He got well. The Ziditchover called in all his children and grandchildren. He said, "Do you know why I couldn't pray for Moishele the whole time? Because the way you asked me to pray for him was with so much sadness, so much brokenness. I felt so broken. I couldn’t pray. But, you know who is a Rebbe? Bereshel. Did you hear how he asked me to pray? He said, 'I bring you good news, Moishele is getting better, but I want you to pray.' Didn't I understand what was going on? When Bereshel is sent up in the middle of the night to tell me. But, the way he said it, with so much hope. I want you to know, Bereshel is a Rebbe." And, the truth is, Bereshel really became the successor of his grandfather later on.

Pesach stories – Eliyah Hanavi and more

On Pesach, we are telling Stories. We are sharing two parallel stories, two narratives. One on the national, historical, collective level and the other on the personal, intimate, individual level.

Reb Shlomo was very passionate about Pesach and the opportunity to connect to our children/ There are so many stories. In this post, we share a video of Reb Shlomo Favourite Seder Story.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqwlCZtzKSo&t=21s

We are we also sharing Reb Shlomo’s about a little girl call Maxine. In this story is she longing Elyihu Hanavi. The Final story was not necessary related by Reb Shlomo, but it is a call of action.

.A few years ago, the Humanity Foundation had a big conference in Toronto, to save the planet. Obviously, it was organized by a lot of Jews. It was during Easter and they had special Easter prayers. Nothing for Pesach. The leader of the group was named Yossi Cohn. Gevalt. As it so happens, Yossi is a good friend of mine. I said, "Yossi, you respect every religion except your own. We have two Seder nights, there will be thousands of people, many Jews. Can't you do something for them?" He said, "Okay, you do something."

I played there the night of bedikat chametz. There were hundreds of kids. I told them about bedikat chametz, how holy it is. I invited them all to a Seder. Since I didn't know who was coming, we put up signs all over, saying that anyone who wants to come to the Seder should buy a box of matza and should bring hardboiled eggs, enough wine for four cups, gefilte fish and one candle. I had to be home. This was in Toronto, and I had to be home to make a Seder first with my kids. From there to the Seder at the University of Toronto was about an hour and twenty minutes walk. I told them I’d begin the Seder at 11:30. I got there a few minutes before twelve and there was not one sound in the whole building. I walked up the steps and thought, obviously not even one person came. I want you to know, to my most unbelievable surprise, 1500 people were sitting at the tables in complete silence. 1500 people of every race, every religion were there. As far as I was concerned, that was the highest Seder on the planet. The fire and the holiness, their readiness was unbelievable.

I explained the Haggada as much as I could. Then we ate matza, the egg, a little fish. We benched, (said grace). About 3:30, we went out to greet Eliyahu HaNavi. I want you to know, there were 1500 candles standing by the door until a quarter to five. I was telling Eliyahu HaNavi stories and all kinds of other things. Until this very day, I travel all over the world, I meet people who tell me they were at that unforgettable Seder.

Eliyahu HaNavi does not knock on doors. A lot of us are waiting to hear a knock at the door. Sometimes, one should wait to hear a knock on the door. But, at great moments, you have to open the door first.

One hippie asked me, "Seder night, Eliyahu HaNavi comes in and then we say, "Shfoch chamatcha al hagoyim" (spill out your wrath upon the nations who do not recognize You). Wouldn't it be even more beautiful if, since Eliyahu is coming, we would say words of love and peace? This is a Torah of Shalom Bayis. Eliyahu HaNavi comes in and the truth is, the world needs a lot of cleaning. There is a lot of evil that has to be wiped out from the world. You know what I say to G-d? Please, can You do the cleaning by Yourself? Shfoch chamatcha al hagoyim - can You do it? Right now, I am so high, I don't want anything to do with cleaning. I just want to tell the world there is one G-d. I personally don't want to be cleaning. During the year, we can't get enough of cleaning. We have to say bad things, that this person needs to be cleaned out, that person needs to be cleaned out. Like Rav Kook said, everybody wants to clean out someone else's apartment. But, when Eliyahu HaNavi comes in, it's clear to me, Ribono Shel Olam, I don't want to be Your cleaning man anymore. The only thing I want to say now is Hallel. "Not for us, 0 Lord, not for us, but for Your Name do we sing praises."

I want to tell you one more story. It's a "today" story. A few years ago, on the day after Pesach, I had the privilege of playing for Hadassah of New England. The concert was very beautiful, but the women were more interested in going to beauty parlors than they were in spiritual things. Sometimes, you say something and you don't even know why you said it. I said to them, "My dearest, beautiful ladies. I don't know if you saw Elijah the Prophet. To tell you the sad truth, I didn't see him either. But, I swear to you, the children saw him. What a privilege to be mothers of children who saw Elijah the Prophet."

A very beautiful lady came up to me. The way she looked, you wouldn't think she had any depth inside. But, you never know. She came to me and said, "Do you know what you said? I can testify to it. My husband is a psychiatrist. Seder night, we have a little Seder. This year my husband calls me up on the phone to tell me, 'All this hocus-pocus is getting on my nerves.' Now we have a little girl, Maxine. He said, 'Maxine will ask me four stupid questions and I'll have to answer. It's stupid, the whole thing makes no sense. Let's just eat dinner and that's it.' So, I said, 'You're right. I don't care so much either.'

About three o'clock in the afternoon, my little girl Maxine comes home. Her eyes are glowing with joy. She says, 'I can't wait for my friend Elijah the Prophet to come visit me. Do you know Elijah the Prophet is coming tonight to see me.' I realize that I cannot do this to her. I call my husband in his office and say, 'Listen, we have to have a little Seder because Maxine is so excited about it." He says, 'Okay, we'll have a little Sederle, she can ask the four questions, I'll mumble a few words. But, that's all.'

My husband came home annoyed, and said, 'Maxine, let's go. Ask the four questions.' She asked them, he mumbled a few words and then we ate dinner. Then, my husband said to Maxine, 'Now, go to sleep, so you'll get to school tomorrow on time.' She said, 'Daddy, Elijah the Prophet is coming to see me.' This was too much for my husband. He said, 'We are not old-fashioned Jews who believe in fairy tales. We are modern Jews. We don't believe in fairy tales. Go to sleep right now.'

My little Maxine ran to the window. In her whole life, she never cried so much. I walked up to the window and said, 'Maxine, why are you crying so much?' She said, 'Mommy, can't you see Elijah the Prophet standing by our door, crying?'" I just hope that wherever this little Maxine is now, that she still waits for Eliyahu HaNavi.

You know, friends, so many of our children are so holy. They are all "matza children". Sadly enough, we put chametz into them. Our excuse is, we want them to rise. We want them to be higher more civilized. That is not what we need. We need to be matza Yidden, someone who knows the way it really is.

A story is told of a Chosid who felt he needed a meeting with Eliyahu Hanavi (Elijah the Prophet) to resolve a difficult matter. He approached the Rebbe and asked him how to find Eliyahu Hanavi. It was Elul and the Rebbe responded that he should spend Rosh Hashahnah with a certain poor widow who lives with her many children in a small village nearby. He sets out and arrives Erev Rosh Hashanah with but a few hours before Yom Tov. He knocks on the door and asks if he can stay with her and her children. She's skeptical, but he presses his case while thinking of the Rebbe, and furthermore he has no other place at this point to go. He'll gladly sleep on the floor in a far corner of the house. She relents and agrees. He enters and quickly sees the great poverty of this family; the house is a hovel and there is not nearly enough food for them, let alone a guest. He quickly runs to a small store that is still open and buys whatever he can find for Yom Tov. The sun begins to go down and he heads out to the village shul as Rosh Hashanah begins. The Yom Tov comes and goes, the two days pass, and no sign of Eliyahu Hanavi.

Dejected, the chosid returns to his home and seeks out the Rebbe. "I did as you said, I went to that widow, but there was no sign of Eliyahu."

The Rebbe thought long and deeply and finally responded, "I think you have no choice but to return to her for Yom Kippur." He was stunned and disappointed at the answer, but what could he say? The Rebbe had to be obeyed.

He arrives on Erev Yom Kippur in the afternoon on his wagon outside the widow's hovel. Before he can even leave the wagon, he puts his head down in disbelief. "Why am I in this miserable place? This is hopeless. And now it's too late to go elsewhere!" Still sitting in his wagon he hears one of the children cry out to the mother, "Mommy, tonight is Yom Kippur. What will we eat so that we will not die from fasting?" The chosid sinks even more deeply at hearing these words. But then this widow responds to her child, and the words she spoke at that moment would change this man's life forever. "My child, I do not know what we shall eat. But this I do know: Hashem sent Eliyahu Hanavi to us for Rosh Hashanah. Perhaps He will send him again for Yom Kippur".

We must stop hiding and denying, looking over the rainbow for that person, that messiah who will solve our problems. We have all seen "the hero" and he is me.

If we will bring "our Eliyahu Hanavi" to the seder, then we can greet Eliyahu Hanavi himself, and see the end of this long, long, "Layla" of exile, speedily in our days.

This is a story of Rav Tzvi Elimelech. He told this story about his father. In those days, people were so poor, but a way of making money was to become a tutor in a rich man's house. They taught children from Succoth to Pesach, they made a few hundred rubles, and lived on that the whole year. So, his father became a tutor for a rich man. The first Shabbos that his father was there, there were no guests. His father said to the rich man, "How can you have a Shabbos without guests?" The man said, "I don't waste my precious money on guests." Rav Tzvi Elimelech's father was so innocent. He said, "Do me a favor. Take it off my salary. I cannot eat without poor people at the table."

He stayed there from Sukkot until Pesach. A few days before Pesach, he walked in and said, "Now, give me my 500 rubles." The rich man said, "What do you mean? You owe ME 500 rubles! Because of you I had to spend twice your salary on the poor." Anyway, Tzvi Elimelech's father realized that this rich man would not let him go without getting his 500 rubles back, so he ran to his room, took his things and left. In the meantime, his wife didn't have a single penny. The grocer and the butcher were asking her when she would pay them and she would tell them that her husband was bringing money on Pesach. So, he thought, how could I come home without any money? What am I supposed to do? He arrived home in the middle of the night. He was afraid to go home so he went to the Beis Midrash (study house).

Rav Tzvi Elimelech said, "I was seven years old then. I went in the morning to daven and there was my father in the Beis Midrash! I said to my father, 'Why didn't you come home? We miss you so much!' He said, 'I didn't want to wake you up.' I ran home to tell my mother that my father came home. She was so happy. I ran back to my father and told him, 'For four weeks we had nothing to eat because the butcher the grocer didn't trust us any more. Now, we went and told them that thank G-d, you are here. Now my mother is preparing the best breakfast for you. We are so happy you came home.'

Well, my father davened so long. He didn't know what to do. He took an hour to pack his tefillin up and I was pulling him the whole time, saying, 'Let's go home already.' We walked in the street. He walked so slowly. Finally, we came to the last corner before the house. Suddenly, a Cossack came charging along and stopped right in front of my father. He said, "I am looking for Reb Feivel.' My father said, "That's me." The Cossack took a little bag and threw it at my father and then took off. There was pure gold in it. Pure gold. So, Rav Tzvi Elimelech said, "That Seder night, when my father opened the door for Eliyahu HaNavi, I started yelling and I said, "Father, look -- The Cossack is here again!"

Once Rabbi Elimelekh of Lizhensk (Rebbe Reb Zusya's brother; 1700s.) was eating the sabbath meal with his disciples. The servant set the soup bowl down before him. Rabbi Elimelekh raised it and upset it, so that the soup poured over the table. All at once young Mendel, later the rabbi of Rymanov, cried out: "Rebbe, what are you doing?! They will put us all in jail!" The other disciples smiled at these foolish words. They would have laughed out loud, had not the presence of their teacher restrained them. He, however, did not smile. He nodded to young Mendel and said: "Do not be afraid, my son!" Some time after this, it became known that on that day an edict directed against the Jews of the whole country had been presented to the emperor for his signature. Time after time he took up his quill pen, but something always happened to interrupt him. Finally he signed the paper. Then he reached for the sand-container to blot the paper but took the inkwell instead and upset it on the document. Hereupon he tore it up and forbade them to put the edict before him again.

There's a gevaldt story. His name was Reb Naftali Tsvi Yehuda Berlin. He was Rosh Yeshiva in VOLOZHIN. Anybody who knows anything about the Torah knows that he was like the Rebbe of all the Rebbes. Like the Torah of the last 150 years... not to be believed. He was like.... But sadly enough, the Yeshiva closed and it's a long, long story. But besides all the s'forim he gave out, he gave out the Sefer, Ha Emek Davar, on Chumash, which was very precious to him. On the day that the sefer came out, he made a big feast.

And he told the story, that when he was little, his father was a tailor. He was very poor. So his father wanted him also to become a good tailor. So when he was about 11, 12, his father was preparing him to be a good tailor. But he didn't want to be a tailor. So one day mamash on his own, he ran off, he went to yeshiva, and learned, right. So he says he had a gevaldt dream. That he became a tailor. He was a good tailor. He comes up to heaven. He was a good tailor. He goes to paradise, right.

But before he goes into Paradise, they say, we want to show you something. So angels come and they wrote in all the s'forim which he could've written if he would have gone to learn Torah, right. And they told him, look what you missed out. And it hurt him so much in the dream, look what I could have been! I could have been a light to Israel for all generations to come. So I was a cute tailor.

And he says, in great pain he woke up. So he decided that if God gave him the privilege not to be a tailor and to come out with the book, he has to make a feast.

There's a gevaldt story. His name was Reb Naftali Tsvi Yehuda Berlin. He was Rosh Yeshiva in VOLOZHIN. Anybody who knows anything about the Torah knows that he was like the Rebbe of all the Rebbes. Like the Torah of the last 150 years... not to be believed. He was like.... But sadly enough, the Yeshiva closed and it's a long, long story. But besides all the s'forim he gave out, he gave out the Sefer, Ha Emek Davar, on Chumash, which was very precious to him. On the day that the sefer came out, he made a big feast.

And he told the story, that when he was little, his father was a tailor. He was very poor. So his father wanted him also to become a good tailor. So when he was about 11, 12, his father was preparing him to be a good tailor. But he didn't want to be a tailor. So one day mamash on his own, he ran off, he went to yeshiva, and learned, right. So he says he had a gevaldt dream. That he became a tailor. He was a good tailor. He comes up to heaven. He was a good tailor. He goes to paradise, right.

But before he goes into Paradise, they say, we want to show you something. So angels come and they wrote in all the s'forim which he could've written if he would have gone to learn Torah, right. And they told him, look what you missed out. And it hurt him so much in the dream, look what I could have been! I could have been a light to Israel for all generations to come. So I was a cute tailor.

And he says, in great pain he woke up. So he decided that if God gave him the privilege not to be a tailor and to come out with the book, he has to make a feast.

I want you to know one of the greatest things in my life which mamash gave me a taste of Shabbos, when the Holy Bobover Rebbe came the first time to America, and he was the first Rebbe who came after the war. Unbelievable, right. What a privilege. First of all he saved thousands of Yidden. He saved thousands of babies because he was dressed as a Polish officer and he was working in Nazi headquarters. Every morning in the helicopter, they would fly over all the concentration camps in Poland, and inspect everything, if the gas chambers, if the smoke is coming out. Gevaldt. Can you imagine mamash, he was sitting there right next to them, the Nazi General supervizing. But he could go into concentration camps whenever he wanted to. He brought out hundreds of babies. He was caught 127 times, like our Holy Mother Sarah, 127 times.

But anyway, what I want to tell you is, what I remember forever is the first time I saw him. He davened, and after the davening, the way he said "Good Shabbos". Until that moment, I've never seen anybody saying "Good Shabbos", besides Moishala "Good Shabbos". Which is a different parsha, right. "Good Shabbos". {R. Shlomo has told the story of 'Moishele Good Shabbos' in many places; Cf. eg Ben Zion Solomon's Shlomo Shabbos songbook.} I think I shared with you, you know I had a twin brother, two days ago was the Yortseit. And we were little kids then. We were only 15 years old. So he took my hand and my brother's hand between his two hands, he looked at us and he says, "We know each other from last lifetime." Gevaldt, right. Rebbes don't talk like this always, right. Special moments. But the way he said "Good Shabbos" to us, you know. And I was always talking to my brother, if we have a little taste of Shabbos, it's from the "Good Shabbos" of the Bobover Rebbe, right.

I want to tell you one fast story, which is so deep in my heart. In the year 1490, when the Jews in Spain were at the height--it was called the Golden Age--we had the highest positions in the country, we were the richest--since the Destruction of the Temple we didn't have it so good. There was a convention, a gathering of all the Jewish communities. And they said, "Why don't we buy the Holy Land from the Turks, go back to Israel, and rebuild the Holy Temple? Why not? We have enough money!" Well, you know, today, I want to talk to the President of Turkey, I make a long-distance call, and if I'm poor, I'll make it collect.

But in those days, it took a year [to go] from Spain to Turkey and come back. People were so excited--Gevalt! Unbelievable! They appointed three outstanding people to go to Turkey, and in the meantime, they opened schools for the Leviim to study music.

When we build the Holy Temple they have to sing. You know, in the Holy Temple there were 50,000 instruments and 100,000 voices. And then the Kohanim should learn all the laws of the sacrifices--like heilege zeise Avram--the Kohen learning--and then all of Israel should learn the laws of agriculture--you know how deep they are? How beautiful they are? You know, in Israel, when you plant a field, you have to leave a corner for the poor.

When you take off the crop from the field, and you forget a whole line, don't go back--it's for the poor. It is so deep, those laws, and so beautiful. And everyone was walking on air. And they said, "We'll meet Rosh Chodesh Elul," which is about, let's say, September, in 1491. They met again, and they couldn't wait. Gevalt! Those three holy people walk in, and they say, "We have gevalt news: he's selling us the Holy Land." They're going back, they're building the Holy Temple, we don't even have to fight for it. We just buy it. Awesome! Everybody starts dancing like crazy.

But, you know. Suddenly a man gets up, and he says, "Who are we to go back? G-d drove us out from the Holy Land--we need a sign from Heaven." Everybody says, "This is a sign from Heaven, right? I mean, how do you want G-d to talk to you? This is the biggest sign! He's selling it to us, we have enough money, let's buy it!" But you know what happened? There were already two parties. And they decided, let's wait till September 1, 1492. On August 9, 1492, we were driven out from Spain. Pss. We waited. We waited.

I want you to know I had the privilege of hearing the story from the Heiliger P'shemisher Tzaddik. One of the greatest rebbes somehow remained after the war. He became a Rebbe when he was seventeen years old, and he was the Rebbe till he was 97. From all the rebbes, he was the longest [lived] in the world. He was very sick, and they kept it like a little bit secret, because they didn't want hundreds of people to see him, but they needed Friday night a Minyan. And he stayed in a hotel on the West Side, so they called up, and they say, "We need for people to come," so I had the privilege of being one of the ten, to daven with him. You know, Rizhin--a king, right? When he says, "You know, sadly enough, I don't have the strength to celebrate after, but I want to tell you a good story." So he told us a story. I want to bless you and me, friends. Whenever G-d opens gates for us, we shouldn't wait. We shouldn't wait. And also G-d should open gates for us already. Oy yoy yoy yoy yoy.

. Here I'm going to tell you an unbelievable story about the Yid Hakodesh, one of the biggest Rebbes in the world who lived one hundred fifty years ago. He was 6' 4" tall and strong like a lion. At one time twenty-five Cossacks jumped him. He overcame them and they were taken to a hospital. The Yid haKodesh passed away very young. Yet he didn't die, G-d forbid, because he was sick or because he had no strength, but because- it's a long story- he wanted to bring Meshiach ... He had no teeth in his mouth- just one tooth- so people asked him, what happened to you? So he said, "I was praying that I would like to feel how Abraham felt when he was praying to G-d for the first time." You know, Abraham worked by himself. The world was completely pagan. The Gemara says that basically he began at the age of three and when he was forty-eight it became clear to him that there is one G-d. So the Yid Hakodesh says, "I was praying to G-d, for one time in my life I'd like to pray to You as if it were for the first time. I was praying, G-d bless me... I began shivering so much, my teeth fell out...

ELIJAH'S CUP

One ordinary night the Apter Rav made a feast. When the holy Apter makes a feastele it is okay with everybody, but the Hassidim wanted to know why he was makirg a feastele that particular night. This is the story he told.

Somewhere, somewhere lived a very wealthy Jew. As wealthy as he was, he spent half his fortune to buy a cup for Eliyahu HaNavi. At the seder on Pesach night you need a special cup for Elijah the Prophet. You put it on the table and you believe that he is coming to drink from it. So this man put his heart and soul and half his fortune into buying a clip for Eliyahu HaNavi.

Then the saddest thing happened. Suddenly he became very poor, he lost everything, but G-d forbid, he would never sell the cup of Eliyahu HaNavi. When it came to two days before Pesach and he didn't have enough money to buy maize, he had nothing, he said to his wife, "I'm sorry to tell you, we have to sell the cup of Eliahyu HaNavi. It's very good to have a cup for Eliyahu if you have a sader, but if you don't even have a seder, what good is the whole thing?" His wife refused; she would not let him sell the cup of Eliyahu HaNavi. They had a little fight, and by erev Pesach morning he was very upset with her. "What do you mean you are not selling the cup? You don't even have Matza!" She still refused to sell the cup. He was very angry with her, "I'm going to the Bais Medresh" he said. "We don't have anything to eat at home, I have nothing to do, so I might as well be studying."

He had just left when a very wealthy man knocked on the door and asked if

this was the home of the very great and learned scholar so-and-so. She told him it was. "I have come from a very far country. I heard of your husband and I would like to be at the seder with you." The woman said, "I would very much to invite you to the seder, but we have nothing to eat." "Oh, that's no problem," he says, "I'm a very wealthy man. Here is money. Do me a favor, buy food for the whole week because I want to spend Pesach with you." He left her a sack of gold pieces, asked when she was beginning the seder, and promised to be back on time. So the woman prepared a beautiful seder. The poor husband came home very late. He was sure there would be no Yom Tov candles and no matza in his house. What a surprise when he came in found a great feast! She said, "We can't start the seder yet, because we have to wait for the rich man," and she told him the whole story. They were waiting, waiting, waiting. He doesn't show up. Finally it was twenty minutes before midnight. You have to eat Matza before midnight, so they ate fast, rattled off the seder, and had a feastele, but they were really sad that their guest didn't show up. Then when the time came for the man to open the door for Eliyahu HaNavi he wanted to get up, but suddenly he couldn't keep himself from falling asleep. The door opened and Eliyau HaNavi comes in, the rich man. He said to the woman, "Thank you so much. I am so glad you didn't sell my cup." He blessed her with the greatest blessings in the world. When he walked out the husband woke up again. "What's happening? I don't know why I fell asleep. She told him the whole story of why he fell asleep. You didn't get to see Eliyahu HaNavi because you wanted to sell his cup, but I was so strong that, thank G-d I didn't sell the cup, so he spoke to me."

Finally this little Yiddele died and he came up to Heaven. He really deserved Heaven and he was just about to slip through the door when Elijah the Prophet came along and said, "Not while I'm around, brother". This is a very deep story.

Deep down Elijah probably realized the man didn't really believe in Elijah the Prophet, he didn't really believe in miracles. So what are you doing in Heaven?

So Elijah the Prophet blocked his way. What could he do? He didn't deserve Hell, so he wasn't going to Hell, but he couldn't get into Heaven eithor. He just sat by the gate. Four years later his wife came and Eliyahu HaNavi came to greet her with all the tzaddikim, and all the holy people. They wanted to take her into Gan Eden right away, but she was a faithful woman and she wanted to know where her husband was. They told her Eliyahu HaNavi wouldn't let him in yet, he wasn't ready for Heaven. She said, "If my husband isn't going in, neither am I." So they were both sitting at the gates of Heaven.

The holy Apter said, "Yesterday Eliyahu HaNavi came to see me. I told him, "Eliyahu, really, cut it out. How long are you going to make them sit like that by the gates of Heaven? Let them in already!" So Eliyahu promised me last night that he would let them in today. So tonight I am making a feast in thir honor, to greet them in Heaven."

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There are Chassidic stories and there are Sephardic stories. The Sephardic Jews' top man is Elijah the Prophet. Chassidim also like Elijah the Prophet, but not as much as the Sephardim of the Spanish tradition. There is a book called Niflaim Maasecha, "Your Wondrous Works". These are stories which were written in the 17th century. I should tell you this one holy thing. The Sanzer Rebbe said about these stories that if you do believe them you are a fool, and if you don't believe them, you are wicked.

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