True to His Voice: Volume 6, Issue 31, Chukas-Balak

June 27, 2026; 12 Tammuz, 5786 Sponsored anonymously L’Ilui Nishmas Golda Shprintzah Bas Pinchas

It was the winter of 1918. In Chicago, a crowd had packed the auditorium to hear Yossele Rosenblatt — the most celebrated Chazzan (cantor) of his generation, and perhaps of all time. He had come to raise money for Jewish victims of World War I in Europe, but the hall had become more than full; hundreds were left outside, unable to get in. And seated in a box that night was a man who knew greatness when he heard it: Cleofonte Campanini, General Director of the Chicago Opera Association, the impresario who had discovered many opera stars.

When the concert ended, Campanini did not wait. He asked to be introduced to Yossele and came straight to the point. He had heard a voice that belonged on the grandest stage, and he offered Yossele the role of Eleazar in Halévy’s "La Juive" — for $1,000 a performance. In today’s money, that is roughly $23,600 for a single night...

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A Collision of Conscience: Volume 6, Issue 30, Korach

June 20, 2026; 5 Tammuz, 5786 Sponsored anonymously for the Refuah Shleimah of Yair Nissan Ben Sara

It began with the sudden crack of a car door against our vehicle. A woman had parked beside us and flung her door open at the exact moment we passed, striking our car with a force that left the damage staring back at us. But instead of apologizing, she turned the blame on us. She claimed we had driven into her door and threatened to take us to court. I was burning with anger. I told my husband we could not simply let this go—we had to fight, to defend ourselves, to demand justice. But he would not. My husband does not avoid conflict out of fear. He does it from strength. He chooses peace when pride demands a battle. “Let it go,” he said quietly, and kept driving. Out of respect for him, I swallowed my protest. But inside, the ache for justice did not leave me.

So I did the only thing left to do: I prayed. I asked Hashem to make it right in another way. Perhaps, I thought, someone else would hit that very same spot, and then the repair would somehow be covered. It was an unusual prayer—almost too strange to say aloud—but I meant every word. The very next day, something astonishing happened...

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A Changed Man: Volume 6, Issue 29, Shelach

June 13, 2026; 28 Sivan, 5786 Sponsored anonymously for the Refuah Shleimah of Yair Nissan Ben Sara

Berele was the orphaned son of the great Tzaddik, Reb Tanchum, the flour sifter. After his parents died, the gifted but restless boy ran away from the orphanage, drifted into the streets of Jerusalem, and became the leader of a gang. When he was sent to the harsh Kishle prison, Rav Yosef Chaim Sonnenfeld refused to give up on him. “It is forbidden to leave him there,” the Rav said, and he raised the money to ransom him.

After a heartfelt conversation with Rav Yosef Chaim, Berele promised to change. He married Yehudis, an orphaned maid who dreamed of having a home of her own. Unfortunately, after a few short months, he fell back into his old behavior—shouting, raging, and at times abusing his wife. Even so, one spark remained: like his father, Berele observed the laws of Passover with deep devotion...

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