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30th Street Station: Then and Now

Friday, December 19, 2014 - 10:19 am
Posted by Rabbi Levi Haskelevich

pennmenorah.jpgOn Monday, December 16, 1929, (exactly 85 years ago to the day) a Philadelphia Yiddish Newspaper reported that a day before on Sunday, December 15, 1929 at 12:45pm there were cries of “baruch haba” (Hebrew welcome greetings) from a crowd of 3,000 strong who were gathered at 30th street station to greet Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak Schneeron, the sixth Lubavitcher Rebbe.

Rabbis, Dignitaries along with Mr. Thather, Mayor W. Freeland Kendrick assistant secretary greeted the Rebbe and invited him to in the name of Philadelphia, to visit Independence Hall. There, from President Washington’s chair, he was invited to bestow his blessing to the American Republic.

The Rebbe later related in his diary many details of this... ( Read More » )

Chanukah: A message of Pride

Tuesday, December 16, 2014 - 3:30 pm
Posted by Rabbi Chaim Hilel

Chanukah is a holiday that holds lots of memories for me. From family parties to hand-delivering donuts to Israeli soliders guarding the borders of Israel; from waiting to receive Chanukah gelt from my parents and grandparents, and anyone else willing to give, to now being a parent myself and giving my kids gelt and gifts.

Like my memories, the messages that I take from Chanukah are also many. We were taught that if you listen closely you can hear the flames of the menorah sharing their story and message with you.

For me, there is one part of the Chanukah story that stands out. Matisyahu and the Maccabees--the heroes of Chanukah--were a small minority and yet with G-d’s help they were able to wage war and win over a much greater... ( Read More » )

Transitions

Sunday, December 14, 2014 - 9:30 am
Posted by Malka Presti

My name is Malka, though I used to be known as Chloe, and Chloe led quite a different life than I do now. I grew up in Boca Raton, Florida, and matzo ball soup was about the extent of my Jewish affiliation. I always believed in G-d and was proud to be Jewish, but it certainly did not govern my life or my choices. Thankfully, my mother did enroll me in Sunday Hebrew school as a child, but after my Bat Mitzva, I graduated Judaism.

The year after my Bat Mitzva, we moved to Nevada where I felt like the only Jew in a sea of Mormons. My lack of interest in Judaism, along with the constant lectures from my friends to "save my soul and convert" were certainly not conducive to me finding my place in Judaism.

After high school I began... ( Read More » )


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