Lubavitcher Rebbe; translated by Tzvi Freeman

On Purim of 1973, the Rebbe spoke about the Jews behind the Iron Curtain. His words read as though they were spoken today.

Wisdom, it turns out, is prototyped not by its answer, but by its question. But what is the question that wisdom never ceases to ask?

How is it that a perfectly capable and intelligent person can have no questions on a night rigged for questions?

In the winter of 1982, a shluchah—a woman serving as the Rebbe’s emissary—wrote to the Rebbe that a young man had asked for her guidance. He was unable to convince his father that he should not be cremated. Here is a free translation of the Rebbe’s handwr...