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Parshas Acharei Mos

A Mitzvah Without Joy Is Nothing

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, p. 106, no. 49

The Tzemach Tzedek once spoke about teshu­vah. When he lifted his gaze the chas­sidim broke into sobs.

“Teshu­vah is a mitz­vah,” he said, “like ev­ery mitz­vah. And a mitz­vah with­out joy is noth­ing (gor­nisht).”

SimchaTeshuvah out of love

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The Tailors the Alter Rebbe Saw Coming

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 48-49, no. 26

My zeide re­counted in the name of Chaim Meir, the care­taker of the Al­ter Rebbe’s ohel:

Two young men turned up and asked to be al­lowed within the holy ohel. They came in­side and cried at length. As they left he asked them why they had cried so much. Years ear­lier, they said, the Al­ter Rebbe had shown them com­pas­sion and led them back to the true path.

They were tai­lors, work­ing in dis­tant vil­lages in the re­gion of Kursk, and they went astray from Yid­dishkeit — eat­ing treif and do­ing ev­ery­thing they shouldn’t have. A few years passed and they de­cided to re­turn home. Pass­ing by Piena [the vil­lage where the Al­ter Rebbe passed away], they came to the house of a non-Jew and asked for some­thing to eat.

“I don’t have any­thing for you, ” the goy said.

“Maybe you have a sausage?” they asked. He led them to a room and, af­ter lock­ing the door, told them he would take their money and kill them. Their pleas for mercy went un­heeded, but he agreed to let them pray and re­cite Vid­duy. In brief, they cried and wailed an en­tire day un­til… he came back and re­turned their money.

“A great tzad­dik stayed with me, ” he told them, “and passed away here. He told me that two Jews would come to my house and ‘This is what you should do’ — namely, cause them to re­pent. ‘How will I know who they are?’ I asked the tzad­dik, and he an­swered that they would ask to eat treif.”

“Nu,” con­cluded the two Jews, “when so many years ago, the Al­ter Rebbe gazed ahead to save us — how can we not cry?”

Sanctity of a tzaddikCompassionHashgacha Pratis

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One Chapter of Tanya, a Whole Week

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 395-396, no. 23

I heard from R. Yochanan the shochet that when the Rebbe vis­ited Vilna on the way from Rus­sia to War­saw, a tomim named Yaakov Hochman (Dok­shitzer) re­quested — in the chas­sidic turn of phrase — a “ruch­nius’dike yechidus” — that is to say, a tikkun, a way to rec­tify mat­ters.

“I can­not an­swer you, ” the Rebbe told him.

“The Rebbe’s fa­ther could an­swer, ” R. Yaakov replied.

“Pre­sum­ably, you’ve al­ready asked him. ”

“These are newer is­sues. ”

And the Rebbe gave him a tikkun: to study a chap­ter of Tanya each week in-depth — and thereby be­come ex­pert in Tanya.

R. Yaakov in­deed ful­filled the Rebbe’s words and be­came pro­fi­cient in Tanya. An out­stand­ing oveid, his in­ten­tion was to travel to Amer­ica, but he re­mained in Riga.

May G-d avenge his blood.

PerseveranceHiskashrusTemimus (sincerity)

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