Rebbe Gedalya Moshe was buried in one of the tiny graveyards in a corner of the city. Who knew of it’s power?
On a Monday morning four years ago, he made his way to a forgotten graveyard outside the Knesset with a jerry can of water and a mission. Rav Pinchas Kornfeld was determined to locate the grave of the legendary Zviller Rebbe — and find it he did, along with an astoundingly efficacious segulah. It’s years later, but he’s still a faithful face at the site, praying for yeshuos every Monday, Thursday, and Monday … along with many others who’ve discovered the secret.
Her hair is frosted, her police uniform — light blue, short-sleeved shirt; dark blue pants — is immaculate. Her revolver is holstered firmly at her side. She strides with the confidence of a woman who holds onto power as securely as she wields the nightstick on her belt.
Moments later, bent in humble prayer, a tear or two sparkling on her cheeks, she joins the Yerushalmi women, the Bais Yaakov girls, and me, at the kever of Rav Gedalya Moshe, the Zvhiller Rebbe ztz”l.
The 1948 War of Independence was over, ending in a fragile, tenuous truce. Tiny Israel had miraculously survived the onslaught of Arab armies, but with losses, terrible losses. One percent of the Jewish population was dead. The Jews were once again exiled from their holiest places: the Kosel, Kever Rochel, Mearas HaMachpeilah were all in Arab hands. Even the dead were banished from their rightful abode: Har HaZeisim, the ancient Jewish cemetery, was left to the brutal Jordanian forces.
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