Hashem has many ways of helping His people— and we have no way of knowing how much He treasures every effort
Ihave the zechus of giving a shiur to a group of sincere individuals, mostly native Israelis of Sephardic descent who are proudly Jewish and looking to grow in their Yiddishkeit. When they invited me to a festive seudah marking the hilula (yahrtzeit) of the Abir Yaakov, Rav Yaakov Abuchatzeira, I knew to expect a special event.
The decor was splendid and there was an impressive array of delicious food arranged with artistic flair. After we found our seats, I was schmoozing with one of my talmidim when he noticed a young man of army age, in good shape, across the room.
“You should talk to that man,” my talmid said. “He’s alive because of a miracle. I’ll bring him over.”
He crossed the hall and the two men exchanged a few words before coming over. My talmid introduced me to Idan (not his real name).
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