Jewish Stories Podcast

With no destination to guide him, he slowly traversed sprawling forests and small towns, hoping to finally encounter what his rebbe had in mind.

“The boy isn’t at all what he seems. Don’t be fooled by superficiality."

Baila, an orphan adopted by Rabbi Levi Yitzchak and his wife, was marrying an exceptional young man who was also parentless.

“I will not travel with you,” stipulated Rabbi Menachem Mendel, “unless you give me twenty silver coins.”

Creeping through the brush to investigate, they discovered, to their surprise, a lone candle in a clearing, burning atop a small headstone.

It was an unusual job for a religious Jew, and his success aroused jealousy, even among his own artisans.

Living as a downtrodden shell of her former self, Leah's blank eyes reflected the agony that gripped her heart.

The driver’s mother didn’t say much, but half an hour before sunset she placed two candles on the table and lit them.

“Please, forgive me,” muttered the wagon driver. “I had no idea who you were, and I request forgiveness for wronging you.”

Trouble was brewing in St. Petersburg, and the Tzemach Tzedek immediately set to work to have the decree abolished.

A king once had a prized jewel, the crown jewel in his magnificent diadem. But one morning, to his dismay, he discovered a single thin crack descending down its face.

A chassid came to see the Karliner Rebbe because he was depressed. “I’m not a good Jew,” he said. “I don’t study enough, I don’t know enough; all I do is work, work, work.”

“Will I be able to do my job?” the Evil Side asked. “Will people really listen to me?”

They heard it before they saw it, an unearthly sound of crashing metal and a thousand charging bulls. And then, in a huge cloud of black smoke, it appeared . . .

It was a cold and miserable night; snow and sleet blew through the deserted streets. The miser asked the rabbi in, as usual. But the rabbi refused. “No,” he said, “I won’t be long . . .”