Purim In the Rebbe’s Home

Purim of 1988 was a poignant time in Chabad. Just weeks after the passing of his wife, Rebbetzin Chaya Mushka Schneerson, the Rebbe was still holding all services in his house. Yet Purim, a most joyous holiday, was celebrated by the Rebbe as such. Watch this special selection of scenes from the day's events and spend Purim with the Rebbe.

The Extravagant Bar Mitzvah

But when I went to see the Rebbe, I couldn’t do it. I had actually written a long letter to present to him, but then I tore it up and just asked for a birthday blessing.

The following year, I had more courage. I again prepared a long letter but, this time, I actually gave it to him. I spelled out where I was holding spiritually — what I was doing and what I was not doing in terms of my Divine service. In particular, I had told the Rebbe that sometimes, when I did certain things in my spiritual practice, I felt conceited, in the grasp of my ego. Read More:

Mr. David Mintz, OBM

Mr. Mintz merited to have a close relationship with the Rebbe and visited on many occasions. He attributed his outstanding success to the Rebbe’s business advice and many blessings. We’re honored to share with you a peek into his relationship with the Rebbe.

Separation Anxiety

Although I grew up in a religious family in Jerusalem, I did not have any real connection to Chabad until my sister married a Lubavitcher. This led me, in 1974, to the Chabad yeshivah in Kfar Chabad and eighteen months later to meeting the Rebbe in Brooklyn, New York. When that happened, I felt I had discovered … Continue reading Separation Anxiety

Who is a Chassid?

These tactics worked. Suddenly, while I was out of the room, one of the Soviet scientists scribbled in my notebook, “I am a Jew” in small Hebrew letters. We connected, and later I managed to get him out of the Soviet Union. Read More

Service-Oriented Teshuva

I vividly recall walking into the Rebbe’s office and putting on his desk the letter of requests that I had prepared in advance. Then I stood and waited nervously. The Rebbe seemed to read the letter intensely and then looked up at me and, in that instant, my nervousness disappeared. I instantly felt so calm and “at home” that I could direct my full attention to what the Rebbe was saying.