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I was active in the fight for human rights in the Soviet Union. I was Jewish, but I didn’t know much about what that meant. Sometimes some Jewish music and other materials were smuggled to us. One night, a friend of mine gave me a bootleg recording saying I might be interested in it. When I played it, I knew that this was something special, but, since I didn’t understand Hebrew, I didn’t understand the words.

A friend of mine understood Hebrew so I gave it to him to listen to. At two in the morning my friend pounded on my door: “This was like nothing I ever heard before! Do you know what you just gave me?” We stayed up together all night listening to the soul stirring songs of Rebbe Shlomo.

I started collecting every recording I could get. They were too precious to lend out so my friends, Jews and non–Jews, would come to my house to listen to the deeply inspiring songs of the “Singing Rabbi.”

(Shimon Ginsberg)

Nothing polishes the soul like a song.


The difference between singing and speaking is that when one person speaks, everybody has to be silent, because otherwise they won’t be able to hear the speaker. But the more that people sing together, the more they can hear and the more beautiful it is.


What the world needs most is harmony.


To not pray is to be dead.

You can’t ask G-d, “Give me peace.”  You have to ask, “G-d, give the whole world peace.”


I’m quoting this from a passage in the Psalms.  It says: “For my brothers and sisters, let there be peace in the world.”


“Because of my brothers and friends… Because of my sisters and friends… Please let me ask, please let me sing, peace to you. This is the House of the Lord, I wish the best for you.”

Peace in Yerushalayim. Peace in the Holy City. Peace in the Holy Land, let there be peace. Peace in every land. Peace in every city, peace on every street. Let there be peace. Peace in every house, peace at every window, peace at every door. Let there be peace. Just one more day, just one more night, just one more dawn. Let there be peace. Just for my children, just for your children, just for all of G-d’s children, let there be peace.


Return again. Return to the Land of your soul. Return to who you are. Return to what you are. Return to where you were born and be reborn again.


Let every human being know that they are only here to make the world more beautiful.


Let the whole world get together again. Let the whole world be filled with joy again.  Let the salvation of the world grow every second.


Most people give up on the dream of ever having peace in the world. So I am begging all those people who are still dreaming of peace, please join me, singing and clapping the Song of King David:  “King David, King of Israel, he lives forever.”


Let’s each of us really sing and dance like crazy for two minutes, and maybe the world will change.





Daily Torah Quote

Joke of the day

Little Josh was brought to Dr. Gill cause he hadn’t eaten anything for days. Dr. Gill offered him all the goodies he could think of. No luck. He tried a little scolding. It didn’t work. A little pleading, to no avail. Finally he sat down, faced the boy, looked him in the eye. He said, “Look young man, if you can be stubborn, so can I. You’re not going anywhere till you eat something. You can have whatever you want, but only after you have eaten will you leave.” Josh just sat and glared for some time, then said “OK. I’ll eat but I have some conditions. First, I’ll have exactly what I want and exactly how I want it and second you’ll share with me.” Dr. Gill was OK with this. He asked the child what he’d like. “Worms!” said Josh. Dr. Gill was horrified but didn’t want to back out and seem like a loser. So, he ordered a plate of worms to be brought in. “Not that many, just one,” yelled Josh as he saw the plate. So, everything other than one worm was removed. Josh then demanded that the single worm be cut into two pieces and then Dr. Gill eat half. Dr. Gill went through the worst ordeal of his life, and after finishing, barely managing to keep his cool, said, “OK, now eat!” Josh refused as he sobbed, “No way! You ate my half!”