When I Meet A Man, I Am

A Story Must Be Told In Such A Way That It Constitutes Help In Itself. My Grandfather Was Lame. Once They Asked Him To Tell A Story About His Teacher. And He Related How The Holy Baal Shem Used To Hop And Dance While He Prayed. My Grandfather Rose As He Spoke, And He Was So Swept Away By His Story That He Himself Began To Hop And Dance To Show How The Master Had Done. From That Hour He Was Cured Of His Lameness. That's How To Tell A Story.

In The Story Of The Creation We Read: ". . . And Behold, It Was Very Good." But, In The Passage Where Moses Reproves Israel, The Verse Says: "see, I Have Set Before Thee This Day Life And Good, And Death And Evil." Where Did The Evil Come From? Evil Too Is Good. It Is The Lowest Rung Of Perfect Goodness. If You Do Good Deeds, Even Evil Will Become Good; But If You Sin, Evil Will Really Become Evil.

God Dwells Wherever Man Lets Him In.

It Is Not The Nature Of The Task, But Its Consecration, That Is The Vital Thing.

What Has To Be Given Up Is Not The I, But That Drive For Self-affirmation Which Impels Man To Flee From The Unreliable, Unsolid, Unlasting, Unpredictable, Dangerous World Of Relation Into The Having Of Things.