SPECIAL PURIM SECTI
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RIDE THE
DESTINATION: Pease Auditorium
CPCC Chariotte, NC
ARRIVAL DAY AND TIME:
Sunday, March 11,1984
1:00 p.m.
• Sing Along Jewish Country Music with
“DOVID LAZERSON and His Country Shtick”
• Watch Ai/vesome IVIagic Tricks
Hear the Famous Story “A TON OF ICE CREAM”
as Told by Y. N. ERRS
“The Storyteller with a Thousand .Nfoices”
• Eat Delicious Sandwiches,
“Real Potato Knlshes,”
and Refreshing Cold Soda
• Pick the Winning Ticket for a
Super Fabulous Door Prize
• Kids, Bring Your Parents!
ADMISSION
1.00 CHILD
1.50 ADULT
1.00 LUNCH
SPONSORED BY:
LUBAVITCH OF N.C.
6500 Newhall Rd.
(704)366-3984
TEST YOUR JEWISH I.Q.
1. What are the seven mitzvohs of Purim (five do’s and two don’ts)?
2. On which days of the week does Purim not occur?
3. Where are there hints in the Torah for the names of Haman and
Esther?
4. What are the names of the special “four portions" which we read
this time of year?
5. Why is it customary to dress up on Purim?
6. Who are these characters in the Megilla: Bigson, Vayzoso, Dal-
foin, M’Muchon, Zeresh, Charvoino?
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A PURIM MIRACLE
It was March, 1942, a gloomy year for the Jew
ish people. Hitler’s Germany was progressing in
the two wars it was fighting against the Allies,
and against the Jewish people. Thousands of
Jews were being persecuted in the concentra
tion camps, with no hope of escape. However, a
few did manage to flee to the forests of Pbland,
where they joined the partisans fighting the
common foe.
Among them were Chaim Wilofsky and Naftali
Berger, ages 17 and 18, who had managed to
elude their Nazi captors during the roundup in
their home town near the small village of Gur.
"Purim will be here in a few days,” Chaim re
marked, in a reflective tone. “Too bad we won’t
be able to observe it properly.”
Naftali smiled. “I have a surprise for you.”
He picked up his bag, which contained, among
other things, ammunition for his rifle and a
sidur which he had managed to take ak>ng when
he fled. Before Chaim’s unbelieving eyes, he
pulled out a small scroll, which seemed to re
semble a Megillah!
“Where in the world did you manage to get that
here in the forest?” Chaim asked, wondering.
“This is my grandfather’s Megillah, which he
wrote with his own hands, with love and devo
tion,” Naftali replied, “The script is truly beauti
ful. When the Nazis started the roundup, I
grabbed a few valuable items and this was one
of the things I was able to bring with me. It has
great symbolic value,” he added, with tears in
his eyes. “I understand, Naftali,” his companion
remarked, “Your ties to the past!”
“Not only that,” his friend replied, “but our hope
for the future! The story of Purim teaches us
never to give up hope. will once again turn
the tables on our enemies and save our people.”
“But how do you expect to read it on Purim?
Our Polish companions will be around. And you
know, some of them rival the Nazis in their ha
tred of the Jews. The only reason they are tole
rating our presence here is because we face a
common enemy — the Nazis. Otherwise, they
coukln’t care less if we were exterminated in
the camps.”
“We’U excuse ourselves for a half hour or so,
walk a short distance away in the forest and
read quickly. Then we will return to our posts!”
On the day before Purim, shortly before sunset,
the two Jewish soldiers approached their Polish
commander head of the srnall band of Partisans.
“It’s our holiday tonight,” Chaim said to the cap
tain, “and we request an hours leave. We shall
make up the time.”
“There is really no time to observe any religious
holidays during the war,” the captain answered.
“What if the Nazis suddenly appeared? You know
the enemy is constantly sending patrols into the
forest searching for partisans, for escaped Jews.
You’d have no chance, just the two of you!"
“We’ll go deeper into the forest,” Chaim replied,
“They usually don’t try to go too far — they
search the outskirts. Anyway, we’ll be on guard,
and return quickly to our unit.”
The captain reluctantly agreed. The young men
were good soldiers, brave and courageous in
battle, and he didn’t want to antagonize them.
However, there was someone else among the
partisans, Jan Berlofsky was his name, and he
always resented the Jewish people. He had
worked for Jews before the war and was envious
of their high standing. This jealousy always af
fected his attitude, and he could be safely
counted among the Polish antisemites. He over
head the conversation between the Jewish sol
diers and their captain, and the old flame of ha
tred flickered in his heart once more.
“The Germans are offering a reward to anyone
who hands over a Jew to them,” he thought, “1
will hide my gun, pretend I am an ordinary
peasant and inform them exactly where the
young men will be.”
He decided that he would keep an eye on them
and watch where they would camp to read the
Megillah.
In the meantime, with the holiday approaching,
Chaim and Naftali were making plans of their owi
"You know, Chaim, we may be so engrossed in
the story of Purim as we read the Megillah.
that we may not notice an enemy soldier ap
proaching.” “Leave that to me, Naftali. I have
prepared a plan. It will be an unpleasant sur
prise to an unwelcome intruder,” Chaim replied
with a knowing wink.
Naftali glanced at his friend, wondering. “Okay,
ru rely on your judgement. However, I have an
other question. How about light?*We aren’t sup
posed to kindle candles or flames in the forest,
because of the enemy. How are we going to
read the Megillah in the dark? “I’ve thought of
that, too,” Chaim replied. “I’ve prepared a small
lantern with a small candle inside that will last
us just long enough to read the Megillah. I’ve
darkened the lantern on three sides, leaving one
window clear to let the light through for us to
read by. You see, we’ve taken every possible
precaution; the rest is up to G-d, He will surely
protect us as He protected our people against
the wicked Haman in the days of Mordechai and
Esther. Besides, Jews have always taken risks.
Didn’t Mordechai risk his life by refusing to bow
down to Haman? Didn’t Esther risk her life
going to Achashveirosh uninvited? Do not fear
— G-d will protect us!”
Naftali felt somewhat reassured.
“Okay, I'm sure G-d will be with us.”
Chaim smiled pointing upwards.
According to regulations, they informed their
captain of their whereabouts. Little did they
know that someone was listening intently to
their conversation with their commander.
Jan smiled. This was going to be easy! As he
left to find a Nazi patrol, he placed his gun
under a tree, well hidden under the leaves.
Chaim led Naftali to the spot which he had pre
pared. “Follow me,” he said “and be careful —
don’t step to the right or to the left." Naftali
glanced at him in a puzzled way, but didn’t say
anything. After arriving, they lit the lantern.
With great joy, Naftali started to read the an
cient words of the Megillah and both boys felt a
sudden thrill as the story of Purim, so well
known to them, started to unfold again.
Little did they realize as they were engrossed in
the Megillah that three armed men were ap
proaching quietly. They were the Germans, led
by the traitor, Jan.
“It was nice of them to kindle a light to guide
us,” one of the Naas whispered, with a smirk on
his face.
“Be careful,” Jan said, "They are good soldiers
and may fight to the end to save themselves.”
“Don't worry. We have the drop on them. We
will have them covered, and they don't have a
chance. I don't even see any arms near them.”
Meanwhile, unaware of the great danger now
facing them, the boys continued the reading.
They had just reached the verse ‘and the Jews
turned the tables on their enemies,' when they
heard a sharp command, “HANDS UP! WE
HAVE YOU COVERED!” The next moment
they were bathed in a strong beam of light.
They were startled. It took them only a few
seconds to comprehend the situation and to
realize the difficult position they were in.
“That's them” they heard Jan’s familiar voice.
“Jan, you traitor! How could you?”
“Silence, Jew! You will now receive your just
reward! You can continue to celebrate your holi
day in a concentration camp!” With these words,
he burst out in shrill laughter.
“We are not moving from this spot,” Chaim
answered, in a firm voice.
“You will have to come and drag us, or you can
kill us right here. I would rather perish here
than go with you.” With these words, the boys
uttered an urgent silent prayer to G-d.
“We could shoot you now,” the Nazi commander
said, “but we have to ask you a few questions.
Besides, we don’t want to deprive you of the
pleasures of the concentration camp.” With
those words, they started to approach closer.
Suddenly a mighty explosion shook the area.
Chaim and Naftali hit the ground with their
faces downward. And then suddenly it was
quiet. Four dead bodies were strewn on the
ground around them. Chaim and Naftali were
dirtied by the scattered earth, but otherwise
unhurt.
“So this was the surprise you had prepared,
Chaim! A txx>by trap! No wonder you cautioned
me not to step to the right or the left.”
Chaim smiled. “Even though we rely on G-d, we
must still do the best we can do to protect our
selves. Come, let’s finish the Megillah and
return to our unit."
“Look Chaim," Naftali remarked excitedly, "The
candle is still burning. It didn’t go with the blast!"
“Another Purim miracle! That must be G-d’s
message to us — the candle of the Torah and of
the Jewish people will never be extingui^ied!
Our enemies kwp on trying but they will never
succeed!
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