Rebbetzin Jungreis z”l, who came from Hungary to the USA after surviving the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp dedicated her life to strengthen Judaism everywhere she could.
She had such love for H”S, the Torah, and her fellow Jews that even to the end of her life she continued influencing thousands of people. One of the stories she recounted about her time in the camp, was that when Shabbos night actually came, her father would gather his children in that hell hole on earth and whisper in Yiddish “Meine lichtige kinderlech-my precious lights, my children, mach tzee dee oigelech-close your eyes and imagine that we are at home. Mama just baked delicious challah…”
And even as he spoke, he would bring forth those precious crumbs that he had saved and his sweet beautiful voice, my father would sing ,Shalom Aleichem…welcome angels of Shabbos.”
On one occasion, my younger brother said, “Tatie, I don’t see any malachim, angels here. Where are they?
My father’s eyes filled with tears and in a trembling voice, he answered, “Etz, lichtige kinderlech”-“You, my precious lights, you are the angels of Shabbos.”
Be grateful for the freedom you have to be able to celebrate Shabbat .
#shabbatshalom
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