A distraught mother came running to a Chassidic Rebbe one day, weeping uncontrollably. “Rebbe,” she cried, “It’s my son; he went Meshuga. I think he needs a psychiatrist!” He’s really acting strange.”
“What’s the matter,” asked the Rebbe, visibly concerned.
“The matter?” cried the woman, “he’s behaving like a lowlife! He was even observed dancing with gentile women and dining on swine! I’m telling you he’s crazy.”
The Rebbe pondered the crisis for a quiet moment. “My dear lady,” he then exclaimed, “If your son were dancing with pigs and dining on women, I’d say that he is in fact insane, but that’s not what you describe. The characteristics you present are that of ‘sin’ not ‘insanity.’
“I believe that your son has become a rather crude and lascivious young man and there is nothing crazy about it.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yankel appeared in Shul one day with both his ears heavily bandaged. “I was ironing a shirt when the phone rang,” he explained in an awkward tone. “That explains one ear,” declared a fellow congregant, “But what about the other?” “My luck,” came the reply, “the guy decided to call back.”
The Sin Behind The Sin – Clinging To Bad Ideas
A distraught mother came running to a Chassidic Rebbe one day, weeping uncontrollably. “Rebbe,” she cried, “It’s my son; he went Meshuga. I think he needs a psychiatrist!” He’s really acting strange.”
“What’s the matter,” asked the Rebbe, visibly concerned.
“The matter?” cried the woman, “he’s behaving like a lowlife! He was even observed dancing with gentile women and dining on swine! I’m telling you he’s crazy.”
The Rebbe pondered the crisis for a quiet moment. “My dear lady,” he then exclaimed, “If your son were dancing with pigs and dining on women, I’d say that he is in fact insane, but that’s not what you describe. The characteristics you present are that of ‘sin’ not ‘insanity.’
“I believe that your son has become a rather crude and lascivious young man and there is nothing crazy about it.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yankel appeared in Shul one day with both his ears heavily bandaged. “I was ironing a shirt when the phone rang,” he explained in an awkward tone. “That explains one ear,” declared a fellow congregant, “But what about the other?” “My luck,” came the reply, “the guy decided to call back.”