Aharon Loschak

“You want me to bring rain?” the Rebbe replied in surprise. “Am I G-d? The Talmud tells us that G-d holds three keys tightly in His hands—and one of them is rain!”

The woman who approached the Rebbe was far from honest. But she needed help finding her husband.

The Rebbe sent him to fetch a pen, and he ended up getting more than he could have expected.

In G-d’s eyes, every single Jewish person is integral to the redemptive process. It’s as simple as that.

For many years the inn had provided his family a decent living, but recently, the landlord had greatly raised the rent and it was straining his bottom line.

The whole program fell apart, the communal prayer was canceled, and everyone ended up praying as usual in their respective synagogues.

The Baal Shem Tov turned to his host and said, “I have a custom to dance during Shabbat dinner. Is it OK to dance now?”

Years passed, and one day a well-heeled gentleman knocked on the door of the Avtzon home. Taking a wad of cash out of his pocket, he offered it to the rabbi, “This is for you, and I want to beg your forgiveness.”

“I can’t give the evil inclination such a victory,” said Reb Shmaya, “so everyone leave me alone and let me die in peace.”

"How would I obtain oil and wicks in a sealed-off prison cell? And even if I did get them, how would I hide them from the guards?"