The Tzemach Tzedek once spoke about teshuvah. When he lifted his gaze the chassidim broke into sobs.
“Teshuvah is a mitzvah,” he said, “like every mitzvah. And a mitzvah without joy is nothing (gornisht).”
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Parshas Acharei Mos–KedoshimA Mitzvah Without Joy Is NothingAs I Heard Them, Vol. 1, p. 106, no. 49 The Tzemach Tzedek once spoke about teshuvah. When he lifted his gaze the chassidim broke into sobs. “Teshuvah is a mitzvah,” he said, “like every mitzvah. And a mitzvah without joy is nothing (gornisht).” Two Temimim, Two Answers About the BeardAs I Heard Them, Vol. 1, p. 181, no. 70 On Simchas Torah 5667 (1906) the Rebbe spoke very strongly41 against rolling up one’s beard. He told the tomim Shmuel Katzman, “You should obey this with kabbalas ol. ” And to the tomim Shmuel Yitzchak Beuder, a maskil [intellectual chossid], he used different words. Years later, when the Rebbe was in Rostov, he again spoke about this issue (not rolling, but… ).42 “ Nu, these days [not rolling the beard] is truly a matter of mesirus nefesh , ” he said, “and to continually demand mesirus nefesh is very hard to do. ” Apparently This Is How It's Meant to BeAs I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 346-347, no. 47 My zeide once visited a very poor relative of the Tzemach Tzedek in Niezhin. “Why do you remain silent?” my zeide asked. “I sent a pidyon once with a chossid traveling to Lubavitch, ” he answered. “The Tzemach Tzedek took the pidyon, but made no response. And when the chossid prepared to return home he asked the Rebbe, ‘How shall I answer him?’ The Rebbe replied, ‘Look, there are many poor people. Apparently, this is how it’s meant to be. ’” “Nu,” the man concluded, “what more can I do?” (My zeide’s narrative included their names.) The Crown of Our Head Has FallenAs I Heard Them, Vol. 1, p. 337, no. 35 My zeide passed away at four in the morning on erev Shabbos Kodesh, the fifth of MarCheshvan, 5679 (1918). We stood there throughout the night as he turned from side to side, holding his yarmulke on his head, not letting it fall. As his soul departed my father cried out to us, “The crown of our head has fallen,”19 and so he wailed in anguish for six hours uninterruptedly. May his merit guard us and all Israel.
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