Guest post by Elad Nehorai
There I was in 770. We were all starting to pray Mincha. As Iím starting Ashrie a man comes, and sits right down next to me. No, doesnít sit next to me. Moves me. Pushes me over.
Now Iím stuck in a tight spot. I can hardly move because the place he pushed me to has a table that sticks out, so that Iím caught between it and the bench. I look to both sides, and try to see if I have an escape. Shemona Esrei is about to begin, and I donít know how Iíll be able to move. G-d knows how Iíll shuckle.
So I make a quick decision, Iíll just move out. So I ask the guy who pushed me to move so I can get out. I make a little pointy motion, you know the kind you make in shuls when you donít want to talk, but want to get through?
He looks at me as if in shock. For a second he stares at me. Then he screams (like, screams… like, loudly) ďWhy didnít you say that at first?Ē
Itís my turn to be a bit shocked. What did I do? But I try and keep cool, you know. Whatever. Jews be crazy.
But as I get out he says something else, starts muttering, and man, I canít help myself. So I look over and I say, ďNice ahavas Yisrael.Ē I try and say it calmly, like all cool, like he isnít bothering me, really.
He didnít take it well.
Now, in the middle of davening, as everyone else is beginning the Amidah, the man looks me square in the eye and starts really screaming.
My eyes bug out.
ďYeah, youíre an #$%hole! #$%hole! #$%hole!Ē
I just nod, you know. Like, okay, this guyís not just Jew-crazy, heís like really crazy. So I just nod some more, shrug, and go into the Amidah.
But, man, there was something about that. Something about that moment that stuck with me. Besides an old man screaming at me that I was an #$%hole, which might stick with most of us depending on our relationship with old people.
It was the context. The place that so many people consider so holy, so sacred, so special. 770. The place where the Rebbe changed lives, changed the world, gave over sichas and maamarim straight from heaven, who met with world leaders and normal people alike. The place that began the revolution of sending shluchim around the world and bring the world back to Geula.
How do you act like that in a place like that? Even if youíre for-real-crazy.
And whatís worse is that there were more situations like that. Not quite at ďold man calling you an #$%holeĒ level, but, you know, the ďnormal people being especially rudeĒ level which can be worse in a way.
We expect more out of our holy places. We expect when we walk into a place like Crown Heights, like 770, that people should be holy, and effected by every word the Rebbe said, and be an example, be like the shluchim we met on our campuses. And when weíre not, it cracks our perception of the holiness of this location, and even of the Rebbe, or whoever else we look up to.
These sorts of thoughts led me to start thinking of the Kotel, the place 770 always reminds me of.
The Kotel is meant to be the holiest place in the world. The place where our temple used to stand, where our new temple will one day be rebuilt, the place where G-dís presence wants to chill.
But anyone whoís visited the Kotel enough times know that the visit can sometimes be marred. Like my visit during Birthright where the women in my group danced and sang, which promptly led to a man jumping over the mechitza to yell at them. Or like when we pray and we see a bunch of Asian tourists snapping pictures of us. Or how politicians use it as a photo-op.
These should be our holiest places! What the hell is going on? Why are they so marred, so destroyed, so low, sometimes lower than a random shul in the midwest, which will have devoted followers, calm praying, and whose congregants who tend not to scream at you for being an #$%hole?
The answer, I think, lies in the Kotel itself. Or, behind the Kotel to be more accurate.
Cause, see, the truth is, the Kotel isnít just the holiest place. Itís also, currently, the most tragic. There ainít no temple there. There ainít no holiness. G-dís presence is chilling somewhere in Atic, as far as Iím aware.
Itís a place thatís only holy because of what itís supposed to be. Itís only holy because of what it once was and what it will be one day.
But now, it is not holy. At least, not in the way itís meant to be.
Same with 770. One day, that place will be resting by the temple, and Chabadniks will be farbrenging non-stop. And the Rebbe will be there.
But right now, itís a place living in potential. Just as much a sign of our failure to bring Geula as a sign of what Chabad and the Rebbe have accomplished.
In other words, weíre living in Galut. In the pre-perfect days. The crap days. The days when #$%holes like me roam the earth.
The problem is that most of us look at these moments, we see the lowness of 770, or the Kotel, and finally at the Jewish people as a whole. We see what a bunch of BS Jews spout, we see the people that have destroyed it, that claim to be rabbis, and instead are hiding child molesters, or we hear stories like whatís happened at JONAH, or we just feel rejected and humiliated by people weíve considered leaders, or we feel like we donít fit in because we donít fit the normal mold. And we reject it. Some of us reject the rabbi, or we reject certain groups, or we reject 770. And then, many, G-d forbid, reject Judaism.
What weíre all missing when we react like this is the lesson of the Kotel. The lesson that this world is backwards. Afuch. Upside down and inside out. Everything that should be holy isnít. Everything that appears to be holy is probably not. No one is perfect, and no thing we trust is completely reliable. Like the world of Limbo in Inception or Wonderland in Alice in Wonderland, the world just doesnít (and isn’t supposed to) make sense.
If we react by rejecting, by pushing away, itís often because we expect to be living in a world of Geula, a world where everything makes sense, where everything fits.
The worst part of it all isnít the rejection. Itís that we donít realize what this means for us personally. We donít realize that the Temple being broken, and all the trouble that comes with it, is really an opportunity. A chance to fix it. A chance to fix the temple by fixing the world. By being the change we want to see in the world.
Rejection is an option. But so is being a leader. Being a world-changer. Someone who, whether simply being respectful to others or by doing something larger, is making the world a bit more pure and a bit closer to the way itís supposed to be.
The reason the Rebbe changed the world, the reason anyone looks at 770 as holy, is because his entire life was devoted to one cause: addressing the brokeness of the world and working tirelessly to turn it from backwards to forwards.
When we see 770 in disarray, the Kotel falling, Rabbis failing, Jews pretending, we need to realize thatís just a reminder. A reminder of our own power, our own ability to make the world perfect. A reminder that we have a special power to make the world we want into a reality that exists.
Elad Nehorai is the co-founder of Mikimi, an organization devoted to encouraging creativity in the Crown Heights community. †He blogs over at†Pop Chassid. †You can also find him on†Facebook†and†Twitter.
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