THE CLOCK BECKONS | HARAV Y. REUVEN RUBIN SHLITA
THE CLOCK BECKONS HARAV Y. REUVEN RUBIN SHLITA It was a sad trip home. The year was 1815, it was midsummer and Rebbe Rav Yoselle of Tarchiner was returning home…
THE CLOCK BECKONS HARAV Y. REUVEN RUBIN SHLITA It was a sad trip home. The year was 1815, it was midsummer and Rebbe Rav Yoselle of Tarchiner was returning home…
THE WEEPING OF THE WILLOWS Harav Y. Reuven Rubin Shlita It was the twigs that set me off, of all the factors that played in my mind, it was the…
DON’T PLAY WITH FIRE By Harav Y. Reuven Rubin Shlita Hurt comes in many shapes and sizes, all of which wreak damage in their wake. I read a very moving…
PAEN TO HOPE Harav Y. Reuven Rubin Shlita I am not many things, one of which is a Poet. I have always felt that the ability of writing poems is…
NOW THE HEALING BY HARAV Y. REUVEN RUBIN SHLITA As we tip-toe out of this current crisis, we all must be prepared to reach out to those who are left…
LEAVE IT OUT Harav Y. Reuven Rubin Shlita Do you remember when a mobile phone needed its own trailer to get it about? Ok that’s a bit of an exaggeration,…
WE CAN AND WILL HARAV Y. REUVEN RUBIN SHLITA We have all been sharing challenging times of late. Hopefully, by the time this reaches you the lockdown will have eased…
THE QUILT WE WEAVE Harav Y. Reuven Rubin Shlita For all those still stuck at home owing to quarantine guidelines, I offer a new hobby. One that I understand is…
ALONE BUT NEVER UNATTENDED BY HARAV Y. REUVEN RUBIN Shevuos alone, who would have thought? Na’aseh V’nishmah, we will do and we will listen, all Bnei Yisroel together, with one…
FOOTSTEPS OF OUR FATHERS HEARING THE QUITE CRY PIRKEI AVOS PEREK 4 MISHNA 2 HARAV Y. REUVEN RUBIN SHLITA Vortex: “a whirling mass of wind.” This is one of those…