The Day The Rebbe Spoke To Me

One year ago almost to the day, I was visiting the Ohel, the resting place of the Rebbe and the previous Rebbe.

My family had moved from Israel only a few months previously.  We were now living in Crown Heights, home of Chabad Lubavitch.  We were still getting used to the move, to being in America, to moving to a city we never thought we’d live in, to a job that I was increasingly feeling alienated from.

And so, when I sat down to write my letter to the Rebbe, these thoughts were all kind of infusing my mind.  I needed guidance.  My blog, Pop Chassid, had recently gotten some attention for a post I had written, but I wasn’t sure what to do with it.  I had almost deleted the entire thing, and I was still wavering on my writing.

And so when I slipped into the actual resting place, struggling honorably to get through one chapter of Tehillim (Psalms), and tried to act like I knew how to act in this place, I wondered if the stories of how people found guidance after they went to the Ohel would come true for me, or if I would just come up with nothing… or I would come up with nothing because I was doubtful… or make up something in my head so that I would feel like I came up with something.

As a baal teshuva (a Jew who became religious later in life) it can be disheartening sometimes to experience these moments because you want so badly to gain meaning from them, but there are always the voices of doubt bouncing around in your head.

“Even other religious Jews think this visit is ridiculous.  You really think this is going to result in anything?”

“Writing a letter?  Come on, man.”

“What if this is all just a bunch of BS?!  What if G-d doesn’t exist?  What am I doing?  Ah!”

But there I was, faking it with the best of them, cutting up my letter into little pieces and throwing it in the pile with the rest, the Rebbe’s body beneath it all.  Had he read my letter already?  Was it too personal?  How are you even supposed to write a letter to a Rebbe?  I only  saw responses from him, never letters to him.  But now it was too late, and there the letter lay. With my Tehillim was painfully finished, my head throbbing from the effort, and I walked out of the grave.

At the last second, I saw a man walking backward out of there, and I whipped around to imitate him.  That was what people do, right?

Then I saw another man, and he just walked straight out, not looking back.

Well, at least I was following the more strict guy.  Can’t go wrong with that.

As I came out, I ran into my wife.  It was time to go, the bus was waiting for us, she said.  How did it go? she asked.

I nodded and smiled and said, “Good, I guess.”

She nodded and smiled back telling me how she was inspired by the feeling in the air, and how she felt that this was actually a place of happiness instead of sadness, and she was surprised but happy to see how people behaved here, and the energy.

I couldn’t help but admire her. Here was a woman that just seemed connected, unquestioning, that didn’t seem to have these baal teshuva thoughts bouncing around in her head like ping pong balls.  She reminded me of the women who never lost their faith in G-d during the Exodus from Egypt, and how it was the dudes like me that really messed it all up.  I smiled as we walked back to the bus, knowing that at least she would make our family look good to G-d.

We went to our seats, the bus started, and off we went.

The Rebbe’s On The Bus

I had been told by a mentor of mine in Chicago an amazing story about how he became a business man after going to the Ohel.  He said that he was trying to decide whether to become a Rabbi or a businessman, and when he went to the Ohel to help get guidance, a video of the Rebbe was exhorting the amazing power of the businessman, and how he can change the world so much more than anyone else.

I had learned from that that after you walk out of the Ohel, you should keep your eyes peeled for signs.

But I had been so caught up with my wife and getting abck on the bus that I forgot to notice anything.  So instead, we settled down and sat back, and I figured that maybe this was just going to be one of those trips where I wouldn’t get any messages.

As we sat, though, the video screens on the top of the bus flickered on, and a video of the Rebbe at a farbrengen (Hasidic gathering) went on.  It was introduced as a farbrengen during Purim, with Chaim Potok, the writer, in attendance.

Hearing that woke me up.  A writer?  I was a writer!  Well, kind of.  I mean, I wanted to be one.  Maybe.

And there was the Rebbe, speaking with this strength that I had never seen from him in a video.  Like, he was yelling.  Not a mean sort of yelling, but a yelling… like… I don’t know, it was powerful.

He was yelling that writers were charged by G-d to do their job in a way that elevated the world.  He said it was important for them to take charge, to do more than just entertain their readers.  He said:

“Something that is published remains for generations to come. One whom G-d has given a talent, an opportunity, to write a book; whatever the book’s cover or its jacket — its external face, the book’s premise and content — it must communicate to the reader the awareness that, ‘this palace has an Owner.’ that there is Someone in charge of this turbulent world.”

And it went on like that, yelling, yelling.  And for the first time watching a video like that, I really felt like the Rebbe was yelling at me.  Not in a scary way, but just in a, “I believe in you, don’t you understand?!” sort of way.

That was the first time in my life that I realized that writing wasn’t just something that I wanted to do.  It was something I had to do.

The Aftermath

After that, I started writing much more freely, writing what I really thought instead of trying to fit it into some mold.  Suddenly, I was writing more than ever, and my writing was starting to be… like… read by people.  It was exciting.

I think about that, and about how I felt before that, how I wasn’t sure about this whole thing, and I realize that the thoughts of doubt still pervade my mind just as much as they used to, and I can’t help but still feel a bit odd when I go to the Ohel.  I think about all that, but then I contrast it with that experience, that moment of clarity, and the results that came from it.

And I guess that helps me.  Not because I feel like I’m so religious or so wise or so thoughtful.  But I think that sometimes when I hear those people who speak ruefully about other people’s beliefs, or when they mock a person going to the Ohel as not Jewish or not smart or superstitious… I can’t help but think about that moment when it was all clear and all real and all true.

And I realize that people love to talk, talk, talk, like they know, like they know what’s holy and what’s right.

But the truth is that we’re all just doing our best, and most of us are guided not by the chattering masses or the cynical, scientific side of ourselves.  We’re guided by those few moments of clarity, those few moments when it’s real, and when it’s true.  Not because it would pass some sort of scientific method experiment.  Not because we’re so confident in our own intelligence.  But because we need to trust ourselves.  We need to trust that the moments of clarity were just that.  That we’re being guided, not forced, and all we can do is trust the tour guide.


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19 responses to “The Day The Rebbe Spoke To Me”

  1. Mendel Avatar
    Mendel

    NICE!

  2. Eliyahu Avatar
    Eliyahu

    Amazing

  3. Tzipporah Avatar
    Tzipporah

    Though I don’t relate to the experience you had with the Rebbe, I had to smile at this:

    “We’re guided by those few moments of clarity, those few moments when it’s
    real, and when it’s true.”

    Yes.These moments are the only road map we really have to go by, everything else is just road signs confirming we’re on the right path.

  4. Todah Avatar
    Todah

    Thank you so much for this post! I have been writing a book that I think is important, but is a challenging book to write for a variety of reasons. I’ve been struggling with whether I should discard the book or move forward. I was at the Ohel last Sunday and one of the questions in my letter was that I need a sign to help me to decide what to do. This answered my question. “He was yelling that writers were charged by G-d to do their job in a way that elevated the world. He said it was important for them to take
    charge, to do more than just entertain their readers. He said: “Something that is published remains for generations to come. One whom G-d has given a talent, an opportunity, to write a book; whatever the book’s cover or its jacket — its external face, the book’s premise and content — it must communicate to the reader the awareness that, ‘this palace has an Owner.’ that there is Someone in charge of this
    turbulent world.” This was my second visit to the Ohel and at my first visit, a few months ago, I opened my tehillim to the same chapter several times and that specific chapter explained to me the narrative I need to take to use the story for its highest purpose and that the book only should be written if I can demonstrate that Hashem is in complete control even when we feel most vulnerable.

    1. Elad Nehorai Avatar

      Wow, beautiful! I’m so glad this post encouraged you. It shows just how valuable these messages can be.

      1. Todah Avatar
        Todah

        I’m really grateful that you shared your story. I don’t believe in coincidence. I was at the Ohel on June 30th, not very long ago and although I have felt a real shift in my creativity and ability to make progress, I’ve still been hesitant. Your posting is really timely. My question went beyond should I write it or drop it, I really wanted to know that Hashem was in agreement that the book should be written and in the narrative that I’ve been developing and the message you received from the same conduit is precisely the message I needed to hear. I’ll get you an autographed copy when it’s published. 😉

        1. Elad Nehorai Avatar

          Can’t wait!!!!

  5. Rivki Silver Avatar
    Rivki Silver

    Bravo. I could relate to so much of this post. I felt a similar doubt and struggle when davening at many kevarim in Israel, feeling like it was something I should do, but where was the connection, etc. But then, davening at the kever of Aishes Rabbi Akiva, while I was in the middle of a complicated shidduch brouhaha, as I was davening, I received a fortuitous voice mail from my trusted rebbetzin who was taking over the shidduch.

    Hashgacha! Bam!

    Love the last paragraph, by the way. Emes.

    1. Elad Nehorai Avatar

      Beautiful story 🙂

  6. moseslary Avatar
    moseslary

    beautiful!

  7. Yehoishophot Oliver Avatar
    Yehoishophot Oliver

    Beautiful! 🙂

  8. musicizexpression Avatar
    musicizexpression

    Thanks for sharing Elad!

    On Gimmel Tammuz of this year, which we recently commemorated, i went to the Ohel. As a Chossid, i’ve been going for years, albeit not as often as i like/want to. One always hears the stories of those who got clear responses and even miraculous results following their going there. Thank G-d, i have always felt a very strong connection to the Rebbe when i go, and you sense the holiness of the place, and you observe the impact it has on the people who go, especially while they’re inside the Ohel itself. Personally though, I never felt that i experienced that kind of clarity after going.

    This time though, exactly a month ago, it finally happened. I prefer not to go into detail as it is a personal matter, but i literally saw the blessings of the Rebbe being fulfilled in a way that i could never have imagined. I believe that the Rebbe was doing his job all along and helping me along the way, but it is very special to experience, as you described: “those few moments of clarity, those few moments when it’s real, and when it’s true.” Couldn’t have said it better, and it is such a blessing to experience it.

    I’m sharing this so that all should know that even when it may not always feel like it, the Rebbe, as our leader, is interceding on our behalf up Above, like a father cares for his children, and that with G-d’s help, we’ll all merit to see these moments of clarity and truth for all time, with Moshiach now!

    1. Elad Nehorai Avatar

      Beautiful, thank you for sharing!

  9. Ahrele Loschak Avatar
    Ahrele Loschak

    Thank you for this post! A beautiful message, and so, so true! Kol hakavod!

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  12. Jeremy McCandlish Avatar
    Jeremy McCandlish

    “this palace has an owner” — The burning palace, with the king inside! I remember reading about this in one of Rabbi Sacks’s books…it hit me hard then too 🙂 Thanks for the reminder.

  13. kubet Avatar

    Best view i have ever seen !

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