Weekly Chasidic Story #1176 (s5780-39/
1 Tammuz, 5780 / June 23, 2020) This week
"My father was Jewish, but my mother was Catholic. By the way, do you
know the great Rabbi from New York? I met him personally."
Connection: Seasonal -- Wednesday night-Thursday is the 26th yahrzeit of the
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A Dream Painting
It was winter 1998, when Montreal was hit with a famous ice storm
and the electricity to the entire city was cut off.
On Thursday afternoon, after two days without power, the Nussbaum family of
Montreal was not sure where to spend Shabbat. Staying in their cold, dark house
didn't seem to be the best option. They finally decided to stay in a hotel in
the commercial district of the city. Their thinking was that, as an important
center of international commerce, that area of the city would be one of the
last to lose power. Furthermore, that hotel was close to a Chabad House, where
the Nussbaum family would be able to eat their Shabbat meals.
That Friday afternoon, as the Nussbaums made their way to the hotel for Shabbat,
the power outage reached the business district as well. The hotel guests were
not affected so much, since the hotel was connected to a backup generator. However,
the nearby Chabad House had no power. The Nussbaum family, along with the other
guests, had to pray and eat by candlelight.
The Nussbaums will long remember the lofty spirit of that Shabbat. But their
truly memorable experience came on Saturday night, when they returned to the
hotel and wanted to eat the traditional "Melaveh Malka" meal to escort
the departing Shabbat Queen. Not wanting to use the hotel's dishes, which were
not kosher, Pesach Nussbaum approached a hotel worker and asked her if she could
find for them some disposable dishes.
The hotel worker was happy to help, and returned a few minutes later with napkins,
paper cups and a cardboard box. "We do not have disposable tableware. However,
would you use a brand new set?" she asked, opening up the box.
"Thank you very much," said Pesach gratefully, and with a big smile.
"We can definitely use that."
After the meal, Pesach went to the kitchen to thank the hotel worker and return
the tableware. In response, as if to explain her eagerness to help, she said,
"My father was Jewish, but my mother was Catholic. By the way, do you know
the great Rabbi from New York?"
Pesach was taken aback at the question. Apparently she was referring to the
"I met him personally," the hotel worker explained. "I came
there one Sunday to receive a dollar and his blessing. When I was standing opposite
him I was unable to open my mouth, out of embarrassment. Suddenly the Rabbi
began to speak to me in French, my native language. He said, 'Whatever you choose
to do in life, G-d will be with you.'"
While Pesach tried to digest her story, she continued with another surprising
detail: "I have an oil portrait of the Rebbe, and for a while I have been
looking for someone to give it to. Would you agree to accept it? I feel unworthy
of keeping such a holy painting in my home."
Mr. Nussbaum wrote down her name, Anne Audrey, and her phone number, and assured
her that he would be in touch.
That Tuesday afternoon, Pesach gave Anne a call. Montreal was still without
power and they prepared for another night of darkness. "Thank you for calling,"
said Anne. "Could I come to see you tonight?"
That evening at 7:30, Anne came to the Nussbaum's house, holding the painting
wrapped in a cloth. She was invited in by the Nussbaums, and in their living
room she shared the story of her life.
"My father died when I was five years old. Shortly after his death, my
mother became ill as well and was near death. I prayed constantly for her recovery.
I would close my eyes, and there, in front of my eyes, I would see a majestic
figure, whose face I did not recognize.
"With miracles, my mother recovered completely, thank G-d. From then on,
I could not get the image out of my mind, of the face I had seen during my prayers
As a girl I had a talent for drawing, and from memory, I sketched a picture
of the man's face.
"One evening years later, I was watching television, flipping through
the channels. Suddenly I stopped in shock. There on the screen was the face
that was so familiar to me! I called my mother and when she looked at the screen,
she fainted. She, too, recognized the man - from the picture I had drawn!
"On bottom of the screen was a running banner with information how to
contact the Lubavitcher Rebbe - that was the man's title. I wasted no time and
called the number. I spoke to one of the secretaries who gave me all the information
I asked for.
"Three years later, my mother gave me permission to travel alone to New
York, to receive the Rebbe's blessing, as I have already told you.
"This picture," said Anne, pointing at the painting, "is not
my work, although it is based on it. We commissioned this artwork by a famous
painter; my mother paid a large sum of money for it.
Recently my mother died. Before she passed away, she told me to give the painting
over for safekeeping to a person who would treat it well, and with respect.
"The day before I met you, I 'talked' to my mother in my thoughts. I told
her that I had tried to find a suitable person but had not met one yet. I asked
her to please send me the right person. And the very next day, I met you..."
Anne concluded her story, and just that moment, to everyone's surprise, the
room suddenly became suffused with light. The power had come back on. After
a blackout that lasted for a full week, power was finally restored to the city
Source: Adapted by Yerachmiel Tilles from the rendition
Connection: Seasonal -- Wednesday night-Thursday is the 26th
yahrzeit of the Lubavitcher Rebbe.
UPDATE: The details of the story above were confirmed with the Nussbaum family
by subscriber Avraham Kaufman, who also received from AkivaNussbaum the snapshot
below from a video of his father Pesach speaking, with the original painting
clearly visible in the center of the background. It turns out to be one of the
most famous and most reproduced portraits of the Lubavitcher Rebbe ever!
Biographical note: Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson,
the Lubavitcher Rebbe : [11 Nissan 5662 - 3 Tammuz 5754 (April 1902
- June 1994 C.E.)], became the seventh Rebbe of the Chabad dynasty after his
father-in-law's passing on 10 Shvat 5710 (1950 C.E.). He is widely acknowledged
as the greatest Jewish leader of the second half of the 20th century. Although
a dominant scholar in both the revealed and hidden aspects of Torah and fluent
in many languages and scientific subjects, the Rebbe is best known for his extraordinary
love and concern for every Jew on the planet. His emissaries around the globe
dedicated to strengthening Judaism number in the thousands. Hundreds of volumes
of his teachings have been printed, as well as dozens of English renditions.
Tilles is co-founder and associate director of Ascent-of-Safed, and chief editor
of this website (and of KabbalaOnline.org). He has hundreds of published stories
to his credit, and many have been translated into other languages. He tells
them live at Ascent nearly every Saturday night.
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