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I want to say a few words to any husband who looks at pornography: I know you don't feel good about it, I know you're not proud. Obviously, you have some deep issues...
I want to say a few words to any husband who looks at pornography: I know you don't feel good about it, I know you're not proud. Obviously, you have some deep issues...
We humans, in contrast to the angels, have been blessed with an evil inclination which gives us more importance in G-d’s eyes than the angels have...
A juxtaposition of good and evil: why is it so easy to perpetrate darkness in the world, yet spreading light is met with massive resistance?
How can Israel prevail over enemies that are much mightier? Read of a recent miracle (2010)!
Josh, 21, a student in a yeshiva for Baalei Teshuva, wants to get married but his rabbi says that he's not ready. He writes Rav Arush and asks for his opinion…
How can we expect our children to have internalized a positive personality characteristic that we don’t possess ourselves? When did they last see us help a fellow human? INCLUDES VIDEO
Many of the anxiety and stress reactions that we suffer from started with some upsetting occurrence in the past and became a conditioned response...
Like the runner who rises to emotional heights each time he feels a cramp and keeps on moving, the person of faith becomes ecstatic every time something difficult happens…
We can prevent stern judgments by thanking Hashem regularly. Who can put a price tag on another day of life? We should say Modeh Ani with the greatest enthusiasm...
My friend was enjoying the book until we came to a fundamental principle of marriage based on the teachings of the Ariza’l which caused his eyeballs to pop out of their sockets...
For some reason being happy got a bad rap. It wasn't stylish and it proved you were naive and shallow. Only nerds were happy, only a doofus would be optimistic...
Hashem has rules in His classroom; we, as students, sometimes break those rules whether intentionally or accidently, causing a rift between us and our Teacher…