Sunday, August 24, 2008

Watching A Movie?!?!

There are many things regarding chassidishkeit that are questioned by the young people, nowadays. Most of them only come from the lack of learning. The meaning of "learning", is not only what a person reads from a textbook or information that someone told him, rather it also includes experiences and things that he picks up just by living and being around. Allot of things are learned solely and completely by experience of life. For example, how to treat people like a mentch, or when is it a good time to make a funny comment. These are just a few examples, however the list is endless. It would make sense to say, that the questions people have to which they receive no answer to, have some validity. There is only one condition to the previous statement; the questioner truly and sincerely seeks an answer. In other words it's called "being objective".

This too needs to be clarified. In the instance of a dry and cold intellectual idea, the words "being objective" have a simple, identifiable and definable character. If the person has self-motives he will most probably not be able to see any other way of looking at it, to the extent that if someone were to argue, the reaction would only be that the other person has no idea what he's talking about. However, someone who is looking at the idea with an objective eye, will reconsider, to the point that he understands the other point of view. Only then can he determine which point of view is correct. This is however, more difficult to discern regarding things that are not intellectual, being that the topics being discussed have allot to do with a certain sensitivity (to whatever it is we're talking about). It therefore demands a much deeper "oifen" of "being objective". In order to be objective in these instances one must "live" so-to-speak, the other side of things. In other words, these more refined concepts are in a certain way emotional, not being limited to the cold intellect. Therefore to understand in any way shape or form these ideas, one must attach themselves emotionally.

After having said that, the questions that people might have on things required and expected by chassidus, need this requirement, "being objective". So now, when a person doesn't understand something, the way to be objective is to follow the instructions of his/her mashpia. Only once a person has thrown him/herself into it, will the answer come. The reason being, he/she has "lived" what is demanded and can now relate to it on a personal level.

There is one thing that I have come to discuss, which I know has spread like wildfire in the last few years. Watching movies nowadays has become totally "permissible"!! This is something which, if you ask any mashpia he will confirm, that it can destroy a person spiritually.

However, I will try my best to put into words and explanations, things which are not limited to cold "sechel".

First of all, chassidus explains at length, anything not used out for "avodas Hashem" is not just "not good", but rather it's bad! It's known the famous saying that chassidim used to say:  "A misnagid says - that which the Torah does not allow, is not allowed. That which the Torah permitted, is permitted. The chossid says - that which the Torah did not allow, is not allowed. That which the Torah allowed is not necessary." This isn't just another nice saying from the past, but rather is still applicable to this very day. Movies, or for that matter any form of entertainment and pleasure, falls under the category of not allowed to a chossid.

Indeed, the above mentioned reason is very general, I would like to add a number of reasons about movies in specific.

I'm sure everyone knows, when you go shopping for cloths for kids, the cloths often have all sorts of pictures on it. Everyone makes sure not to buy ones with non-kosher animals on it. The reason for this is simple. The Rebbe explained in a sicha, that a child when he is being educated should only know of things permitted by the Torah. Things allowed by the Torah are things which are more refined and will not disturb the child's yiddishe growth. The Rebbe then added "for example, there are books for kids in which the character is a cat, all you have to do is change the cat for a different kosher animal".

This idea is obviously not limited to children, for things which you want the child to learn is not in order, that when he grows up he should forget it. For example, manners are not taught in order to be forgotten when he becomes an adult. It is also obvious from here, that this applies to anything which isn't pure and "aidle". Movies are things which are absolutely not pure. The effect of a movie is nowhere close to the level a chossid, or for that matter any yid, should be in contact with.

After the above mentioned reason, some might still put forth an argument regarding educational movies. However, from the above mentioned sicha it is clear, that "Barney" and the like, shouldn't be shown to our kids. All the learning a chassidishe child receives, should only be yidisheh and kosher things. Especially nowadays, there's a whole selection of yidisheh educational videos to show.

In addition, there is a more specific problem with movies in our day and age. Not even discussing the content of a movie (even kid's movies!!!) nowadays. Probably about 80% of the movies today are not even allowed halachikly!! The Rambam writes clearly (Hilchos Isurei Biah Ch.21) that there is an "isur" for any person to look at something which he is not supposed to. Which this includes things, that are not necessarily the wrong thing themselves, but are merely "me'orer" a person's "yetzer harah". (see Ibid)

This isn't the problem I wanted to discuss. What I did want to mention, is the effect a movie has on a person subconsciously. For example, your little brother just finished watching a video about lions. The next thing you know he's on top of you trying to eat you. Why is he doing that? Simple, he's a lion now. That's what he wants to be, and that's what he is dreaming about and idling. No one pays attention to something like that, simply because in a short while something else will catch his attention. However, if you would see that he's really gone crazy about his being a lion, the first thing to be done would be to take away those videos. For our topic the story need not go further. Every person which watches a movie is effected in one way or another. Some take it to an extreme, while others do not. Let's discuss the extreme just to bring out the point stronger. A bochur comes home for vacating and he has nothing to do to spend his time. The easiest way of passing time in an "enjoyable" way is by locking himself in his room for hours. What's he doing for so long? He's watching movie after movie after movie!! Until his mother goes crazy and brakes down the door, he ain't moving.

Let's try and analyze what is going on here. Why does he enjoy doing that? Which normal person just spends his time in front of the screen? Plus, sometimes he even does "all-nighters"!!? The answer by many is the following: His world now only consists of "Movieland". This means, his whole mind is taken up by the last movie he watched and the following one he will watch. When he walks down the street and sees someone across the street dressed in black holding an attache case, his mind automatically tells him "he's for sure a spy, a gangster, or works for the FBI". Such is the effect of a movie.

 

It may not always come in such extreme forms.The most mild form of this, would be the feeling that comes along with entertainment in general. It's not easy to explain with words, and for sure not in writing. The feeling a person has after enjoying himself with things that have no connection to yidishkeit etc, creates sort of a numb feeling towards being serious. It takes away any concentration one might need to daven, for example. If the pleasure was in "inyanei kedush", than everything that follows will be with simcha, not "leitzanes". There's a fine line between simcha and "leitzanes". I don't have any other words to describe it, but test it out for yourself. If you ever come across something which creates an atmosphere of "leitzanes", like going to a concert with real wild music (hl"s), try and get serious afterwards. I don't mean being "farkvetched". I mean even sitting down and saying "krias shema" looking inside a siddur. Most probably what will happen, depending on whom you are, you'll say it without a siddur altogether, together with skipping half the words. Everyone is different so there's no need to bring every kind of example, but I think it's self-understood.This is something which could destroy allot of "koyches" that were put into this person by his parents, teachers and mashpiim.

 

The same thing is, even in a case where someone feels no difference from before, to after the entertainment. The reason for this is simply because he is not emotionally involved in yidishkeit. He feels that he need not work on himself any longer, and that he is doing just fine. Therefore he doesn't feel the effect that the "leitzanes" had on him, due to not being aware and alert of his spiritual growth.

 

I feel that this is something which the effect could be worse than the thing itself. The movie might be "clean", but it's effect can never be known. Some people might be affected in this extreme way even by "clean and kosher" movies. Movies are a deadly weapon the "samach-mem" is using to push off the coming of moshiach. We have to stop it right in its tracks, so that we will be together with the Rebbe once again!!

 
Just one last point I would like to add. If there is a choice to serve good food or even better food, which would you choose? Obviously the better food because, why not? If the option for better food doesn't exist anymore, you move on to the next option. This is all just a "mashal" for what to show a child, or for that matter anybody, on a video machine. B"H there is lots and lots of videos of the Rebbe. Why should one show his child other kinds of videos, even yidisheh videos, when there are so many videos of the Rebbe to show him/her. When they are young, whatever you show them is what they will enjoy. Yes, if up till now you didn't show him/her videos of the Rebbe but rather other videos, what do you expect? From where should your child enjoy watching a video of the Rebbe? When moshiach comes, how will he be able to concentrate on what the Rebbe says? I think every parent should think about this, and implement a standard by our children to watch videos of the Rebbe. It should no longer be something that only "chassidisheh people" watch, but rather something that should be watched by all.  
 
The main thing is, we all want to see the Rebbe now bb"a!!

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Only A Glimpse

Being that Gimmel Tamuz is only a few days away, here's a short story illustrating how we have no idea what a Rebbe is.


Rabbi Yehudah Liebush Heber and his family were very close to the Rebbe and the Rebbetzin during World War II, when the couple lived anonymously in Paris.

"At the beginning of the war," related Rabbi Heber, "I was deliberating whether to stay in Paris or to try to immigrate to the States. This was before the Nazi invasion of Paris, and no one could predict how devastating the future would be. I was financially secure in Paris and concerned about the uncertainty and difficulty of immigration."

The Rebbe suggested that I consult with his father-in-law, the Previous Rebbe, who was living in Poland.

"I was very surprised by this advice. Contact with Warsaw was virtually impossible by phone or mail. 'Send a telegram,' the Rebbe suggested. This also seemed futile, because telegrams were not being delivered either.

" 'You have no idea,' the Rebbe said, 'what a Rebbe is. The letter and the telegram need not be delivered in order for the Rebbe to know the question. And the Rebbe's response need not arrive in order for you to receive your answer.'

"I promptly sat down to phrase my question and proceeded to the Western Union office. 'Sorry, there is absolutely no possibility of telegraphing Poland,' said the clerk. 'All the lines are down.' I did not really expect otherwise, but I had done what I could.

"The next morning I awoke with a sudden clarity. Despite my previous hesitations, I suddenly felt very adamant about leaving Paris and immigrating to the States."

Rabbi Heber arrived in the States in 1940, a few months before the Rebbe. His family maintained a close relationship with the Rebbe and the Rebbetzin for many years to follow.


This story sounds similar to the story which is told about the chossid R' Mendel Futerfas.


It was during the time he spent in jail due to his efforts to help save Jews from the hands of the Russian government. He was also heavily involved in saving Yidishkeit, by making sure that the chadarim had teachers as well as students.

One day while sitting in his little corner, his mind was wondering thinking about his situation. He wanted to contact the Rebbe to ask for a bracha that he should be okay. But he could not figure out a way to get a message to the Rebbe, for the Russians didn't allow any connection to the outside world.

He suddenly thought of an idea! He doesn't have to send an actual letter. All he has to do is think of what he would like to tell the Rebbe, and the Rebbe would figure out a wasy to answer him. So that's exactly what he did.

He forgot about this episode, and Baruch Hashem he was freed from jail. He arrived home so excited to see his wife and family. His wife told him taht he got a letter from the Rebbe, and she inquired if he knew what it was about. He answered that he has no idea what it could be about. He opened the letter and read it with the proper respect that a chossid reads a letter from the Rebbe. As he read it his heart skipped a beat. The Rebbe was giving him a bracha - in answer to his request - to be okay, and that he will return home safely.

He understood right away what happened. The Rebbe got his request even without receiving an actual letter.


From these stories we can get a tiny glimpse at how the Rebbe takes care of the Jewish People and his chassidim specifically.

May we merit the coming of Moshiach speedily in our days. We should celebrate this year Gimmel Tamuz sitting by a farbrengen of the Rebbe hearing the wellsprings of the Torah!!!!!  


Monday, June 30, 2008

What Do You Think?

I'm sure it was noticed by many, that this blog was a little inactive. Some might even say that that's an undestatement. In any case,do you -the public- think that this blog has an "achrayos" to be updated, based on the name of the blog? Or maybe, it's not really famous anyway, plus there are so many other very nice websites and blogs. Therefore, this one is not of any substantial significance?


Thursday, May 01, 2008

The oracle of Crown Heights, March 15, 1992

From the New York Times

THEY ARRIVED WITH the rain, early on a winter Sunday, while most of
Brooklyn slept. First hundreds, then thousands appeared. Pale men with
grizzled beards and black fedoras, trailed by wives and surrounded by
children.

As always, the line moved silently along the broad pavements of
Eastern Parkway and into the cavernous synagogue at the corner of
Kingston Avenue. A brilliant red-and-yellow banner snapped in the
gusting winds outside the World Lubavitcher Headquarters: "Messiah Is
on the Way," it proclaimed in Hebrew and
English. "We Want Messiah Now."

For the trembling faithful, here to receive a crisp dollar bill and a
blessing from a regal old man in a double-breasted waistcoat, the
savior already has a name: Menachem Mendel Schneerson, seventh Rebbe
of Lubavitch, the Hasidic oracle of Crown Heights.

"Don't look at his face," a frightened Russian woman, Irina
Krenslayka, whispered to her young son as they approached the
reclusive, 89-year-old leader of the world's most ambitious,
aggressive and, at times, detested Jewish movement. "Don't look at the
holy man."

Few do. His burning, electric blue eyes forbid it. Each Sunday, this
man powerful enough to divide Jewish leaders in America and to affect
the politics of a nation he has never seen dispenses dollars to the
devout and the curious. Thousands of each file by for a brief glimpse
and perhaps a few words. Two attendants -- both rabbis -- grab the
fresh new bills from shopping bags and stack them on a green,
velvet-covered table.

Leaders of commerce stand with beggars; pious Jews with politicians.
Bob Dylan one week. The Ambassador from Israel another. Dozens of
Israeli Cabinet ministers and Knesset members make the visit a part of
any trip to New York. Ancient but erect, the Rebbe never moves until
the line has ended. Usually, it takes four hours--sometimes eight.

"Rabbi, my sister is dying." A frail English woman approaches in
tears. "I feel so alone. Please help." The Rebbe hands her an extra
dollar and reminds her to give both to charity. She thanks him as a
woman pushes her through the doorway and under the oak lintel leading
toward the street. The exchange, unusual in its length, lasts nearly a
minute.

No question of human life escapes the dollar line. Desperate,
infertile women plead for special prayers. There are men who want
permission to leave their wives and others who have lost their luck in
business. "I'd like to know my purpose," one woman asks. "I need a new
car," says another.

The Rebbe, a dynastic title bestowed upon the chief rabbi, or leader,
of a Hasidic sect, responds to all -- mostly in Yiddish,
but often in English, French, Russian or German -- with brusque
wishes for good news and the dollar. Many of his visitors, however,
bypass the charity box mounted on a nearby wall and instead race
to the street, where enterprising Russian immigrants wait to laminate
them, melting the Rebbe's stern, fatherly portrait over the benign
face of George Washington.

"He looked at me and my life just changed," said Ron Garonce, a
photographer from Montreal. He has come to Crown Heights for the
weekend to attend a conference the Lubavitchers often hold for the
less observant Jews they seek to bring to their version of Orthodoxy.
"For an instant his eye caught my eye. How can I describe what that's
like? You know on 'Star Trek' when they beam you up? That was what
it was for me. He caught me from my toes to my eyes, and he beamed
me to a truer level of Judaism."

GRAFTING THE 18TH CENTURY onto the 21st, driven equally by medieval
doctrine and modern technology, Menachem Mendel Schneerson
presides over an empire of Jewish mysticism that stretches from
the alleys of Brooklyn to the Himalayas. A virtual hermit, Schneerson
is the first leader of any ultra-Orthodox movement to pursue the
redemption of secular, wayward Jews. He has waged vigorous, unending
war against assimilation -- the central trend of modern Jewish
life -- which his followers never hesitate to describe as "a spiritual
holocaust."

Few who have encountered it can forget the Lubavitchers' singular
brand of audacious, in-your-face Judaism. Alone among the Orthodox,
they seem to be everywhere. In the 42 years since he took over,
the Rebbe has unleashed thousands of zealous emissaries -- from
Norman, Okla., to Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. Laden with religious
supplies and information for any Jew who will listen, his mitzvah tanks
patrol the Lower East Side and the Golan Heights. The Lubavitchers'
Brooklyn-based publishing house has become the largest distributor
of Jewish books in the world, and their telephone hot lines and
newscasts operate 24 hours a day.

Lionized by his nearly 200,000 followers and despised with equal
intensity by his many detractors, the Rebbe knows that even his
briefest remark is capable of shaking the foundations of Israel, and
of modern Jewish life.

As he has done several times before, the Rebbe helped set off
a small crisis in Israel this winter -- just as peace talks began
to intensify. With a brief comment to the visiting Israeli Transport
Minister Moshe Katzav, he sent Prime Minister Yitzhak Shamir a
sharp, unequivocal message about trading land for peace.

"It is an abomination," the Rebbe said, "even to think about
discussing autonomy for the Palestinians." Reported widely by
the Israeli press, the warning was heard by Shamir -- and by
his opponents.

"The power of this old man in Brooklyn, who passes himself
off as the Messiah, is indecent and insufferable," says Yossi
Sarid, an opposition member of the Israeli Parliament. "There
is no parallel anywhere in the world. Even worse are the Cabinet
ministers and the members of Knesset who make pilgrimages to him,
abase themselves before him and thirstily drink his worthless
utterances."

The Rebbe doesn't grant interviews -- to the press or anyone
else. Despite pleas from religious and secular leaders, he never
commented on the riots and despair that shook New York last summer
when a car escorting him from a visit to the graves of his wife
and father-in-law killed a black boy, setting off days of racial
violence. He and a trusted adviser make the short trip in his
gray Cadillac Brougham at least once a week -- to commune with
the soul of his father-in-law, the last Rebbe. Except for those
journeys to the cemetery in Queens, and a quick visit to his followers
at a Hasidic summer camp in the Catskills in 1957, he has not
left Crown Heights in 44 years.

Immobility has hardly dulled his influence, though. Like the
writings of Chairman Mao during the Cultural Revolution, the Rebbe's
most common thoughts are treated by followers as if they were
blazing prophecies. When one of the Lubavitcher Hasidim calls
or greets another, he doesn't say hello; he often asks, "Any
news from the Rebbe?"

His "news" comes largely in rambling Yiddish talks after prayers,
or when visitors are able to corner him for a moment in the labyrinthine
hallways of the three-story Lubavitcher headquarters at 770 Eastern
Parkway ("770" is all anyone ever calls it, like Number 10 on Downing
Street) -- as he returns to the single ground-floor room in which he
spends his life. The oak-paneled chamber contains a narrow cot,
hundreds of Hebrew books, Hasidic texts and other volumes essential
to Jewish learning. There is a hand-tooled mahogany desk for writing
and a radio on which he listens to the news and occasional Yiddish
broadcasts. In one corner of the room, he keeps filing cards with
the Hebrew names of thousands of those who have written to him
over the years.

Crowds frequently gather outside the room before and after
prayers to chant and cheer the Rebbe on. It was in a similar encounter
several years ago that the Rebbe told the American cosmetics heir
Ronald S. Lauder that no philanthropy should be wasted on Poland.
"It is not a fit place for Jews to live," he said. "All who can should leave."

Except on the Sabbath, when recording is forbidden, nearly
every word the Rebbe speaks is taped and then ferried across the
world on the Lubavitcher satellite television network. His Sabbath
talks -- informal, Talmudic disquisitions that run for hours -- are
reconstructed by scribes and faxed to disciples at the outposts of
empire the minute the sun sets.

"If it were not labeled Jewish, you would say it is a cult," says
Rabbi Avraham Ravitz, the head of Israel's Degel HaTorah Party,
which was established by the Rebbe's most outspoken adversary,
93-year-old Rabbi Eliezer Shach. "The Rebbe has great influence,
and his movement has many followers. But it is a strain on Judaism
and a strain on Israel."

AS HE APPROACHES HIS 90th birthday next month, the Rebbe's
power has never been greater. A Sorbonne-educated engineer who
spent part of his youth in the cafes of Berlin, he has transformed
a withered, demoralized movement almost obliterated by the Holocaust
into a missionary juggernaut. In the process, he has achieved
a status unlike that of any Jewish leader in the world.

Born on April 14, 1902, in Russia, he is the seventh in the
dynastic lineage of Lubavitcher leaders who take their name from
the Russian town near Poland where the movement began in the 18th
century. Hasidism, grounded in mysticism and emotion, grew as
a democratic reaction to the Eastern European convention of limiting
Talmudic study to intellectuals. The movement stressed the essential
importance of prayer for all Jews, and it organized in communities
around powerful leaders or teachers, called Rebbes. Lubavitcher
legend has it that this Rebbe, a direct descendant of the founders,
was so brilliant in school that his father, Rabbi Levi Yitzchak
Schneerson, a Talmudic scholar, had to remove him from class
and hire a tutor.

He spent his teen-age life immersed in the Torah, and in 1929
he married the second daughter of the sixth Lubavitcher Rebbe.
Both Schneerson and his wife, Chaya Moussia, who died in
 1988, are great-great-grandchildren of the third Lubavitcher Rebbe,
his namesake, Rabbi Menachem Mendel of Lubavitch. Hasidic leaders
are not chosen like monarchs; children of Rebbes do not automatically
become Rebbes themselves.

The Rebbe spent the 1930's in Berlin and Paris, studying math
and engineering before immigrating to the United States in 1941.
"He was really a typical highbrow -- a true intellectual," says Rabbi
Adin Steinsaltz, one of the world's foremost Talmudic scholars and
perhaps Israel's most distinguished adherent of Lubavitcher Hasidism.
"He would sit for hours and discuss subtle points of religion and science."

The Rebbe was not exactly a member of cafe society, Rabbi
Steinsaltz hastens to add. But coming from a world where Orthodox
Jewish scholars rarely thought about secular affairs and many never
even visited a university, the fact that the Rebbe read Proust and
Hegel made him seem comparatively like a wild man.

"No other Jewish leader has tasted the world in that way,"
Steinsaltz says. "When you examine his achievement, it is
almost unbelievable. In 40 years, he has created from nothing
a new experience for Judaism."

In a society where families often have 8 to 10 children, the
Rebbe and his wife produced none. But despite his age, the scare
of a heart attack nearly 15 years ago and a mild stroke suffered
at his father-in-law's grave early this month, his loyalists refuse
even to contemplate what will happen when he dies. After news
of his illness spread throughout Israel last week, thousands of
his most ardent disciples streamed into Jerusalem to pray for
his health. No mechanism to replace him has been established,
no candidates discussed.

"There never has been any consideration of that subject,"
Rabbi Yehuda Krinsky, one of the Rebbe's closest confidants, said
after the stroke. "It isn't necessary."

"Messiah will come," Lubavitcher leaders and educators
say over and over in answer to questions about the succession
to the top of the world's largest and most influential Hasidic
organization. "It simply isn't a problem."

The Rebbe has never blatantly encouraged the Messianic fervor
that swirls constantly around him. But neither has he dissuaded
the faithful. He has frequently cited recent world events -- the
collapse of the Russian empire, the mass Jewish exodus to Israel,
the forceful defeat of Iraq and the enormous airlift of Ethiopian
Jews -- as signs that the Messiah is on the way.

His picture hangs in virtually every Lubavitcher living room
in Crown Heights -- and in taxis, falafel shops and groceries
from Flatbush to Jerusalem. When Israeli soldiers ride into battle,
they sometimes leave with a picture of the Rebbe by their side.
At Judaica World, around the corner from 770, thousands of such
pictures are for sale: in frames, on keychains, as posters, calendars
and wallet-size keepsakes.

Asked recently if he had any message for his followers in Israel,
who have built in the rural olive fields not far from Tel Aviv an eerily
exact replica of his headquarters -- complete with iron window gratings
and American-made Schlage locks -- the Rebbe didn't hesitate. "Tell
them Messiah is coming very soon," he said. "They must be prepared
to accept him properly."

SEVERAL HUNDRED MEN and women, comfortably dressed in tweeds
and silk, are jammed into the huge main hall of the Brooklyn Jewish
Center on Eastern Parkway. Heavy damask curtains ring the room,
and a plentiful kosher buffet has been provided.

There are no black hats or somber caftans here. The meeting,
organized by Lubavitcher leaders, is aimed specifically at the
majority of Jews who are not Orthodox. Many of the guests today
have spent the weekend in the neighborhood -- welcomed warmly
into Hasidic homes for the Sabbath; others are here for breakfast,
and to listen to a talk by Rabbi Manis Friedman, the slick, almost
hip young dean of the Bais Chana Women's Institute of Jewish Studies
in St. Paul and one of the Rebbe's rising superstars.

Eloquent and witty, Friedman and others like him throughout
the world slide a velvet glove over the iron fist of Lubavitcher
dogma. This morning, he will encourage visitors to accept their
status as "the chosen," and to understand its burdens. It is all
part of the central Lubavitcher paradox: other Hasidic sects --
like the Satmar, based in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, and
 the Bobov in Borough Park -- withdraw from the world; Lubavitchers
reach out. But while they embrace Jews, they remain strikingly
unwilling to accept their diversity.

To the Rebbe and his followers, interfaith marriages simply
don't exist; Reform and Conservative rabbis have no standing,
and Halakha -- Jewish law -- stands far above any other. That
means religious conversions and other ceremonies performed
by Reform or Conservative Rabbis are worthless.

"It's foolish to talk about labels for Jews," says Rabbi Krinsky,
the movement's glib, energetic chief spokesman, who keeps a map
with the estimated Jewish populations of 173 major cities in the
United States and Canada on his wall. Red pins mark cities with
Lubavitcher centers. "Labels separate us. We choose to talk
about what brings us together."

But the divisions are hard to ignore. Lubavitchers see only
two kinds of Jew: those who are fully devout Lubavitchers and
those who someday may be.

Today Rabbi Friedman is on the prowl for the latter. Looking
like a funky college professor in his long gray beard and tattered
cardigan, he wastes no time telling the crowd he has come on
serious business. "Wake up," he says. "Jews are different. Let's
accept it and be thrilled."

At first, the group seems thrown by his candor. "For 2,000
years we have denied our uniqueness," he tells them, speaking
gently into a microphone. "We have tried to come to the world
as if we were normal. Well, guess what? The world hasn't bought
it, and they never will.

"Millions of Jews who are so uncomfortable with who they
are have tried very hard to be like the others," he continues,
a little louder, pulling the crowd to him. "It will never happen.
We have packaged it a million ways and it has never worked.
So why not tell people who we are? Tell them we are chosen. When
the Jews act chosen, the world loves it. We are the seat, the
repository of God's will. But we have been so intimidated by 2,000
years of exile that we no longer have the courage of our convictions."


He stops for effect, sensing the power of his words rippling
through the crowd. Then he tosses out a Jewish joke. "Two
Jews are standing in front of a firing squad," he begins, his eyes
crinkling with delight. "They are going to die. The countdown
begins -- 10, 9, 8, 7, 6 -- it's all going according to plan."

He stops again, to drink some water. "Finally, when the
number hits 4, one of the men starts wailing a fierce Hebrew prayer
to God. The other turns in horror and shouts, 'Shut up, you fool,
or you'll get us in trouble.' "

Rabbi Friedman waits a few seconds for the joke and its message
to soak into the assembly. "The pathological need for silence
and approval," he declares, shaking his head. "Those days are gone.
We are different, and we must show it. The only authority the world
will accept is a Jew that speaks in the name of Torah."

This is hard-core stuff, a soulful presentation of the movement's
internationale. And while few of this day's visitors will renounce
their current lives and become full-fledged Hasidim, the success
of these efforts cannot be questioned. There may be at most 200,000
Lubavitchers in the world, according to scholars who study the
sketchy demography of modern Judaism. But according to both admirers
and detractors, the movement's sympathizers and financial supporters--
among secular Jews -- run into the millions.

"It's grass-roots Judaism," says Rabbi Dovid Eliezrie, director
of a Lubavitcher center in suburban Orange County, Calif. "The
numbers are impossible to count. Do you include just those who
wear black hats, or also those who keep kosher? How about the
ones who go to our Hebrew schools but play Little League baseball
on the Sabbath? You have to look at who we touch. We may not
be at the inner councils of American Jewish bureaucracy, but you
have to see us as a major player in Jewish life."

The contradictions hardly seem to matter. Though strident and
inflexible in their opposition to the Judaism that most American
Jews practice, the Lubavitchers have been astonishingly adept
at getting them to contribute millions of dollars to their cause.
Because they receive religious exemptions from many income-tax
filings, there is no clear gauge of how much money they raise
each year to support their growing international network of 1,350
yeshivas, nonsectarian drug-rehabilitation clinics, summer camps,
synagogues and meeting houses. But Rabbi Krinsky says $100 million
is guessing on the light side. And all experts agree the bulk
of that money comes from Jews who are not Orthodox.

"They play to nostalgia better than any other religious group,"
says Allan Nadler, a former rabbi of the largest synagogue in Montreal
and now director of research at YIVO, the Jewish Scientific Research
Institute in New York. "People see them as the real Jews, like their
grandparents. They see what they are not. Lubavitchers play to this
penetrating sense of guilt and inadequacy many modern Jews have.
 In some strange way, they think giving them money helps support
what their ancestors were. It's a lie, but it makes them feel better."

The Lubavitcher movement, also called Habad, an acronym for
the Hebrew words for wisdom, understanding and knowledge, has
struggled to straddle the ultra-Orthodox world of Hasidism and
the modern world in which the Rebbe was educated. Other Hasidic
groups have contempt for their willingness to engage in the world.
Yet mainstream Jewish organizations have at times displayed even
greater revulsion for their fundamentalist views.

"The minute you reach out like they do you compromise
yourself," says Samuel C. Heilman, a professor of sociology
at Queens College and the author of "Defenders of the Faith,"
a new book on Orthodox Jews. "The Rebbe saw -- as nobody
ever did before -- that to succeed in the United States you have
to speak out. But this is a closed, restrictive society. To the
other Hasidim, he has ventured too far. For most Americans, however,
he remains a fanatic fundamentalist. The stress there is obvious."

The tension has never been clearer than in 1988, when after
20 years of trying, the Rebbe split the Jewish world, by nearly
succeeding in forcing Israel's Law of Return to require that all
who convert to Judaism do so under traditional Orthodoxy. In Israel,
the change could have invalidated the central beliefs of most
American Jews.

Less than two weeks before the elections -- after years of
saying Habad was not political -- the Rebbe instructed thousands
of his Habad followers in Israel to get out the vote for a small,
insignificant ultra-Orthodox party known as Agudat Israel. When
it was all over, Agudat won five seats in the Knesset, far more
than anyone had predicted.

The votes, along with those of another small ultra-Orthodox
party, Shas, were enough to swing the balance of power between
the country's two major parties. And as soon as he agreed to accept
the Rebbe's views on the Law of Return, Prime Minister Yitzhak
Shamir won the endorsement of both Orthodox parties. In the end,
the measure failed, but Lubavitcher and other Orthodox leaders
in Israel say they will try again as soon as the political opportunity
presents itself.

"It was the most serious crisis between American and Israeli
Jews since the founding of the state of Israel," says Rabbi
Eric H. Yoffie, vice president of the Union of American Hebrew
Congregations, the nation's umbrella group of reform congregations,
which worked furiously to derail the initiative. "And it
was an issue in Jewish life only because of the Rebbe. It was
his obsession. He turned the Jewish world on its head, and it
is hard to know if Israel has recovered."

MANY SMALL villages dot the highway on the dusty Mediterranean
plain between Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. Olive trees and lemon groves
guide visitors to an access road not far from Ben Gurion Airport.
From there, it's only a short dash in Berke Wolf's battered old
blue Volvo to 770 -- the Israeli edition. Standing alone in the
middle of the sun-drenched rocks, the familiar red-brick structure
with the peaked gables sticks out like a Hasid at High Mass.

"The Rebbe wanted a building here," Wolf says, explaining
the construction in Kfar Habad of a replica of Lubavitcher's World
Headquarters so exact that even the shelves where Brooklyn yeshiva
 boys collect their mail have been duplicated. "Why not make
something familiar?"

Familiar to whom, people have often asked. Certainly not the
Rebbe, who has never been to the thriving Lubavitcher village
of Kfar Habad, or to the holy city of Jerusalem, or to Israel
itself. His tiny, oak-paneled room is ready for him, and there
is a special chair -- just like the richly upholstered red velvet
seat he uses at prayers in Brooklyn -- waiting for his arrival.

Yet even Wolf, the Rebbe's bearlike, militantly loyal Israeli
point man, has his doubts. "I would very much love him to
come here someday," he says, as he strolls through the peaceful
town of 6,000 where every building -- the new million-dollar ritual
mikvah bathing pool, the day-care center, the sports complex,
the Isaac and Haya Gilinksi School of Engineering -- display
commanding pictures of the Rebbe. "I don't know if he will come
before Messiah. Then I know he will come for sure."

There are a hundred reasons given for the Rebbe's eternal absence
from the Promised Land: The Torah suggests that those who enter
should stay; the Rebbe's 30,000 followers in Crown Heights need
him more than Israel does; his distaste for a secular Government
in Zion prevents him from entering the land. (He, at least, acknowledges
the Israeli Government. Other, more militant religious groups
refuse to pay taxes to the ungodly secular state, and some don
sackcloth and fly black flags from their windows on Israeli national
holidays.)

"Nobody really, really, really knows why the Rebbe has never
gone," says his confidant, Rabbi Krinsky, who himself has not been
to Israel in 34 years. "He has reasons for everything he does. So
when the time is right, he will go."

Habad's preoccupation with messianism has infuriated many Israelis,
who throughout history have known too well the searing pain of
obedience to false prophets. The Rebbe's followers dance around
their devotion. They never actually come out and say he is the
Messiah, but Wolf's answer sounds like the one given by Rabbi
Krinsky in Brooklyn or dozens of others who were asked whether
the Rebbe is the Messiah.

"Judaism teaches that Messiah is a man," Wolf says through a
translator in Yiddish. "He won't arrive in a clap of thunder from
heaven. Every generation has its candidate, and, of course, in
ours, no man has the brains, the ability, the talent and the
achievements of the Rebbe."

Perhaps, too, no one else has his support. True believers long
for the Rebbe's presence in his house at Kfar Habad in the same
way that they long for a world of perfect wonder.

The Messiah, they believe, can come at any moment. When
devout Lubavitcher children go to sleep at night, they sometimes
put their best clothes next to them, so they will be well prepared
if the Messiah wakes them. Followers are even said to carry beepers
so they can learn immediately when the Messiah arrives. Rabbi
Moshe Herson, dean of the Rabbinical College of America, a Lubavitcher
undergraduate yeshiva in Morristown, N.J., describes the Messiah's
imminent arrival as "the fact that puts all others in perspective."
And recently, the International Lubavitcher Women's Organization
advertised a Torah study meeting this way: "We are living
in an extraordinary time . . . in the time of the Messiah. We,
the Jewish women of this generation, have the responsibility and
merit to lead the way in welcoming our righteous Messiah."

To many Jews in Israel, this is all a bit too much. Before
the Rebbe flexed his political muscle with the Law of Return issue,
Israelis usually viewed Habad as benign: a sort of warm, rustic,
"Fiddler on the Roof" reverie of their absent Eastern European
elders. But the Habad movement in Israel, with Wolf cradling
his car phone as he races in an endless loop around Tel Aviv,
Kfar Habad and the back corridors of the Knesset in Jerusalem,
has little time for nostalgia.

"It is easy to dismiss them, they only control a couple
of seats," Avishai Margalit says dryly. A professor of philosophy
at Hebrew University in Jerusalem, he has written widely about
the ultra-Orthodox. "But the Rebbe and his men are involved
in Israeli politics on a daily basis. And they are often effective.
Sometimes that is hard to accept from a man who doesn't live here."

In 1990, two years after the Law of Return crisis, the Rebbe's
chief allies in the Knesset, Avraham Verdiger and Eliezer Mizrachi,
helped scuttle an attempt by the Labor Party leader, Shimon Peres,
to form a government. Both men defected from the Peres coalition
after the Rebbe let it be known that he opposed a government that
would compromise Israel's control over the occupied territories.

Habad leaders insist that their attachment to Israel is religious,
not political -- a tough distinction in a country where the two
rarely run unmixed, and where their campaign-style bumper stickers
-- "Messiah: Be a Part of It" -- have become nearly ubiquitous.
The group's charitable work on behalf of Russian immigrants,
the poor and the aged is well known. Habad runs the country's
oldest soup kitchen in the heart of Jerusalem's Mea Shearim, a
neighborhood so devoted to the haredim -- those who tremble,
as the ultra-Orthodox are called in Israel -- that people caught
driving there on the Sabbath have been stoned by residents.

They have also taken to Kfar Habad hundreds of sick Chernobyl
children, young Jews who lived near the Soviet nuclear reactor
when it exploded -- many of whom have become orphans. Habad
bears the cost for their education, their medical bills and their living
expenses.

"They are everywhere in this society," Margalit says. "You can't
judge their impact or their presence or even their goals sometimes.
But they are all around."

They are even at the airport. Any traveler passing through customs
at Ben Gurion Airport walks past an H. Stern Jewelry concession, a
diamond store and a brightly decorated kiosk filled with brochures
about Judaism -- manned throughout the day by a Lubavitcher rabbi.
"Judaism with a smile," it says on the roof. "Welcome to everyone."

STILL, IT IS IN CROWN HEIGHTS where the Lubavitcher welcome
is always warmest. Surrounded by extended stretches of New York's
most decayed and embattled neighborhoods, the Hasidim pass quiet,
self-contained lives on tidy, tree-lined streets.

It is not always easy to do; racial tensions between the relatively
affluent Hasidim and the poverty-stricken minorities who predominate
in the neighborhood are never far from the surface. Over the years,
 there have been periodic rumors among the faithful that the Rebbe
would order his followers to move outside the city. The closed,
deeply ritualized environment of Crown Heights, however, is clearly
where he feels most at home. And for the Lubavitchers, everything
revolves around the Rebbe.

Lubavitcher families live in the roughly 50-square-block community
so they can worship with him, educate their children in the multimillion-dollar
Habad yeshivas he created -- a new one every other year to accommodate
the surge in population -- and so they can be near him on the
Sabbath and holidays.

It is a hermetic, completely Jewish world. Although most homes
have televisions (the Lubavitchers call them monitors) to watch
tapes of the Rebbe, few ever turn on commercial programs. Neighborhood
living rooms are filled with books -- all in Hebrew. When a young
boy is asked what he wants to be when he grows up, he answers
quickly: "I want to be a carpenter, so I can build the Third
Temple."

The First Temple, built by King Solomon, was destroyed in 586
B.C. Of the Second, reconstructed by Herod in 20 B.C., only the
Western Wall remains. The completion of the Third Temple, according
to Jewish tradition, will herald the age of the Messiah.

Early every Friday afternoon, Eastern Parkway fills with yellow
school buses shuttling Lubavitcher men home for Shabbos. As
darkness approaches, waves of other men in black felt hats
and long coats emerge from the subway station in front of the
headquarters. Soon the giant air-raid siren at the corner of Kingston
Avenue and Montgomery Street will blast -- warning all that sundown
is upon them.

Twenty minutes later, the shrill, penetrating sound cuts the
air again. Then the outside world stops. Men attend services while
their wives prepare the evening meal, and afterwards there is
almost always a celebration to attend. "It seems like there
is never a day without one," says Shabse Turner, visiting from
Chicago one recent Sabbath, to celebrate the birth of a grandson.
"You can go from bar mitzvah to wedding to bris. We never want
for something to do in an evening."

Tonight it is the shalom zachar ("welcome to the boy" in Hebrew)
of his grandson, the new son of Betzalel Lesches and his wife, Michal.
It was a particularly good week in Crown Heights: six boys were born.
Their names are announced at the synagogue at 770 and, as is
customary, their births are celebrated on Friday after services.
Nobody knows how many girls were born. They don't keep count.

"No, you don't see anybody celebrating our arrival," says Devorah
Krinsky, the Rabbi's wife, as she serves an elaborate and beautifully
prepared meal that she made before the sun set. "We're just here
to do the work."

She means the snappish comment as a joke, at least in part.
She is clearly eager to mount the spindly old stairs to the Lesches'
fourth-floor apartment to join in welcoming their latest son.
Except for the Coke bottles and paper plates, the scene might
be frozen from a party given in the 18th century. Twenty-three
men, all in black hats and somber suits, sit in the dining room.
They drink Scotch from thimble-size glasses as they pass huge
plates of cakes, cookies and candies back and forth. A single
fluorescent light bathes their pallid faces. The women congregate
in the kitchen, laughing and discussing the week's news.

On the street outside, knots of men gather to trade gossip
and talk about their workweek -- in Manhattan's diamond center,
in the garment district or as lawyers, doctors and shopkeepers
nearby in Brooklyn. Driving is forbidden on the Sabbath. So it
is customary for groups to walk together from the synagogue to
the homes of friends and relatives. It is another reason to live
close to the Rebbe.

The big event of the week comes on Saturday. After morning
services and a quick meal, thousands of people scurry back to
the aging, dilapidated basement at 770 that serves as the main
Lubavitcher synagogue. At least 3,000 men cram themselves into
a human arc surrounding a long table stretched across a wooden
platform. Elegantly dressed women, their noses pressed against
tinted Plexiglas windows, sit in a balcony above. This is the
farbrengen (Yiddish for get-together or gathering). It
is a chance for the Rebbe to expound in an informal way on Torah
study or weekly events.

By 2 P.M., when the Rebbe is scheduled to appear, the room
has become so steamy on one of the coldest days of winter that
air-conditioning is required. It doesn't help. The air is stale
with sweat. Two brief fights break out, among men crushed together
like cattle. Occasionally, people in the crowd lose their balance,
carrying hundreds of others in a huge wave that looks like cascading
dominoes.

Finally, the Rebbe strides into the room. He takes his chair
at the center of the table and begins to talk. He speaks in Yiddish
about the painful lessons of Jewish exile, and as is frequently
 the case, about redemption.

"The ultimate redemption of our people and of the world
at large is not a remote promise," he says in a whisper that
silences even the children in the room. Because it is the Sabbath,
no microphones can be used. Teen-agers take turns standing on
one another's shoulders; one man holds an ivory horn to his right
ear to help funnel the sound.

"The Jews of our generation have been granted complete
atonement and are now at the highest pinnacle ever of our national
history," the Rebbe continues. "All the divine service necessary
to bring about the redemption has been completed."


By the end, three hours later, the Hasidim are waving, chanting
wordless Hebrew melodies, passing jugs of kosher wine and toasting
the Rebbe. For a while he sits impassively. Then, like an aging
orchestra conductor, he rises, waves his arms wildly and brings
the crowd to a frenzied crescendo.

"This is what we live for," says Rabbi Benjamin Klein, a sweet,
sad-eyed attendant of the Rebbe. "Can you think of anything better?"

ANOTHER SABBATH HAS arrived, and the sunlight begins to fade
from the Old City of Jerusalem. The muezzins have already called
the Muslim faithful to prayer at the Dome of the Rock. Nearby,
hundreds of Jewish pilgrims have also begun to gather at the unadorned
stone face of the Western Wall, the last vestige of the Second
Temple. Its rugged surface is the most sacred place in Judaism.


Thousands come to the wall every day. Many stick slips of paper
with their most fervent wishes into the crevices between the stones;
others put on tefillin -- the tiny containers of holy scripture that are
worn near the head and the heart to show dedication to God.
Lubavitchers have made it a special goal to convince as many
Jewish men as possible to wear the tefillin, and they consider
it a mitzvah, or gift, to wear it at the wall.

As young men approach, many wrap the leather straps attached
to the tefillin around their arms, repeating the special prayer for the
purpose. Some snap each other's picture, as if they were at the
Eiffel Tower or Big Ben.

From a corner, near a stone passageway, two devoted Lubavitchers
watch carefully, summoning a stranger.

"Are you Jewish?" Mordechai Scheiner, a transplanted New
Yorker, asks. "Shabbos is coming. You should put on tefillin."

To Scheiner's amazement, the visitor declines. "This is important,"
he continues, pleading. "You should do it. Do it for the Rebbe if you
don't want to do it for yourself or do it for me."

"Why?" asks the stranger. "What is the point?"

"The point?" he replies. "The point. Does there have to be a
point? O.K. Here's the point. Did you ever buy a lottery ticket?
Sometimes you win something. Sometimes you win the grand prize.
Well, when Messiah comes you can't win if you haven't worn tefillin.
Think about it."

Sunday, May 27, 2007

POST NEW STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!---????

The following is a comment i received:

"POST NEW STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!

Its a shame that people jump to get a good blog name but fail to utalise it properly!

Shame on you! "

so what do you people out there think. is it better to have a good name with a empty blog, or one with "Moshiach" - "Messiah" stuff - the kind of things the Rebbe said is מרחק yiden from Judaism???
in other words if i will start to post "messiah" stuff would that make you happy, or if so you would rather have it empty???

(and BTW the one who wrote the comment spelled "utilize" wrong!)

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Purim, Just Another Reason to Party

Purim, Just Another Reason to Party

Last Saturday, at the start of the Jewish holiday of Purim, Rabbi Shmuel Lein read from a ceremonial scroll at the Chabad of North Brooklyn, a center of Hasidic Jewish culture on Bedford Avenue and North Fifth Street in Williamsburg.

Then Rabbi Lein, a slight 28-year-old with a wild beard and, on this festive day, a crazy-colored tie, shouted out an order — "Party!"— and things began to get a little, well, funky. An Israeli man in a faded Union Jack T-shirt picked up an electric bass and unleashed a stream of psychedelic sounds. A rapper raised a microphone to his lips and lauded the Jewish cornerstones of "Torah and mitzvah, kid." Standing in the 50-strong audience was a man with a tattoo of a Hebrew prayer on his forehead.

In New York and around the world, members of the Lubavitch sect of Hasidic Judaism run Chabad Houses, or outreach and education centers, as a way of spreading Orthodox beliefs to people of Jewish ancestry whom they consider less devout. Since Rabbi Lein and his wife, Leah, moved into the Chabad of North Brooklyn two years ago, they have made an effort to generate excitement in a part of Williamsburg where indie rockers in tight jeans outnumber yeshiva boys in black fedoras.

The Leins have commissioned menorahs from local artists. They serve organic foods at women's meetings and teach classes in kabbalah, a form of Jewish mysticism that has enjoyed a surge of enthusiasm among celebrities like Madonna. Because many singles live in the neighborhood, the Leins hold plenty of rollicking parties in their crowd-friendly loft space.

"There's always a holiday to blame it on," said Rabbi Lein, "Purim, Tu Bishvat, Lag Ba'omer."

At Purim, a holiday on which getting drunk is considered a good deed, a makeshift pulpit at the front of the room doubled as a bar. Throughout the night, guests poured themselves cups of whiskey and vodka from Costco-size bottles. The guests represented an eclectic mix: an Israeli hip-hop producer with his ponytail in a pink scrunchy, a music-video director in jeans and a blazer, a resident of the Hasidic section of Williamsburg in a satiny frock coat and a black Yankees cap.

"Some people just come here for the big parties," said Michelle Shapiro, a freelance make-up artist. "Some people come just for the prayers."

Whatever their reasons for coming, the guests roundly applauded Nosson Zand, a 25-year-old Orthodox Jewish rapper who lists the Lubavitch sect as a "friend" on his MySpace page.

"Let's get high," chanted Mr. Zand, also known as NIZ.

"High on Hasidis," he added, referring to the philosophy at the heart of the Hasidic movement. SAKI KNAFO

Purim Edition - Show 11

Mendy Pellin signs off the season in this satrical newscast of chabad, israel and the world...

Chabad CBD toasts 10 years

Chabad CBD toasts 10 years

Weekend Reminder: Spring Forward! Daylight Saving Time is here, so don't forget to turn your clocks forward an hour.


This Sunday, March 11, some three weeks earlier than usual, Daylight Saving Time kicks in at 2 a.m. and will last until the first Sunday in November. Based on the passage of the 2005 Energy Policy Act that takes affect this year, DST has been extended by four weeks. Typically, DST begins the first Sunday in April and runs through the last Sunday in October.

The theory behind DST is that people make better use of the extended daylight hours. With longer "synthetic sunshine" consumers have less need for lights, and other appliances. Studies show that energy demand is directly connected to bedtime. During DST, the sun is already up by the time most people wake. Less energy is needed to light the home, so less energy is consumed overall.

More in the Extended Article.

DST HISTORY AND FUTURE

Daylight Saving Time was first adopted in the United States in 1918, coinciding with World War I. Due to its almost nationwide unpopularity; the practice was repealed and not reinstated until Feb. 9, 1942 as a conservation measure during WWII.

Again, it fell into sporadic use since federal law did not mandate states had to observe DST. During this time travel became an exercise in resetting clocks. Anyone driving the 35-mile route between Moundsville, WV and Steubenville, Ohio had to adjust their watches seven times.

The federal Uniform Time Act of 1966 finally made DST a nationwide law - again. Since then it has undergone several amendments that resulted in at least two states opting out of observing the time saving measure – Hawaii and Arizona (with the exception of the Navajo Nation, which spans three separate states.)

Until 2005 when its state legislature agreed to observe DST, Indiana was unique in that it straddled two separate time zones. Because of this, Indiana had 82 counties on Eastern Standard Time with 77 that did not use DST and another 5 counties that did use DST, plus 10 more counties on Central Standard Time that did use DST. Last year, Indiana joined 47 other states, observing DST for the first time statewide.

Evident in the lack of universal acceptance of DST, there are abundant detractors to the idea of saving daylight.

In 1945, author Robertson Davies made this observation, which was strongly felt by many: "I object to being told that I am saving daylight when my reason tells me that I am doing nothing of the kind... At the back of the Daylight Saving scheme, I detect the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy, and wise in spite of themselves."

Davies arguments are echoed by some historian that suggest Benjamin Franklin first recommended saving daylight in the mid 1750s through his much quoted Poor Richard's Almanack, "early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise." Other historians refute that assumption by pointing out that Franklin was simply saying people should not waste time in bed, and not suggesting anything like Daylight Saving Time.

Arguments have also been made that the decreased use of lights during DST, does not offset the increased use of air conditioning, especially since the bulk of DST occurs during hot summer months. This is the main reason Arizona opted out of using DST.

Hawaii doesn't use DST because day lengths in the tropics don't fluctuate enough to make the change worthwhile.

No matter what the arguments are, either for or against, DST it seems is around to stay for quite some time.

Monday, October 16, 2006

CROWN HEIGHTS (SNS)

 Hundreds of additional guests came to spend Shemini Atzeres & Simchas Torah in Crown Heights.

On Friday night there were 4 Sholom Zochors k"ah.

Shemini Atzeres
In the Rebbe's room Hakofos started right after Maariv. The Rebbe's & Moshiach's Sefer Torah were present @ Hakofos in the Rebbe's room. Israel Zev "Shmidy" Goldshmid continued his Chazaka of bringing the Sifrei Torahs from downstairs to upstairs & then returned them later so that they could be used @ the main Hakofos downstairs. Hakofos in the Rebbes room ended @ lerech 8:55pm.

Downstairs Hakofos started @ 9:00 pm and went on till about midnight.

Tahalucha
Thousands of men, bochurim and children went to 300+ Shuls on Tahalucha. Starting from the early afternoon groups some accompanied by police escorts left 770. The groups went to all parts of the city including Queens, Flatbush, Brighton Beach, Howard Beach, Sea Gate, Manhattan, Canarsie, Boro Park, Park Slope and more.

Simchas Torah
At around 7:30, while thousands were on Tahalucha there were special Hakofos organized by Tzivos Hashem, held downstairs in 770 for all the children and women. It was a packed house. Everyone present also had a chance to kiss the Rebbe's and Moshiach's Sefer Torah.

Downstairs in 770, Hakofos started @ lerech 10:30pm but as usual it took a while for the Shul to fill up as everyone was making their way back from Tahalucha. The "official" hakofos, ended around 2:o0am but the singing, dancing and Lechaim went on for hours.

Hakofos in the Rebbe room were held immediately after Maariv and ended @ lerech 8:50pm.

Chazzonim over Yom Tov S =Shachris, M = Mussaf, CT = Choson Torah CB = Choson Breishis

770 Downstairs
Shemini Atzeres

S – Sholem Ber Sanowicz
M – Mendel Reizes
There were 5 Chasanim

Simchas Torah
S – Yitzi Hecht
M – Luzer Kenig started and was relieved by Yankel Spritzer after they realized that customarily Chazzonim from Israel don't Daven @ the Umud in 770 on Simchas Torah
CT – A bunch of people
CB - The Rebbe & the Friediker Rebbe & Baal Koreh made the Brochos

Rebbe's Room
Shemini Atzeres

S – Lipa Kosofsky
M – Yisroel Gordon
There were 2 Chasanim

Simchas Torah
S - Sholom Duchman
M - Moshe Kotlarsky
CT - Rabbis' / Mazkirim - B. Klein, C.Y. Krinsky, L. Groner
CB - The Rebbe & the Friediker Rebbe & Baal Koreh made the Brochos

Food & Drink
As usual special thanks goes to Nochum Markowitz who made all the arrangements for the "Kiddushim" on Shemini Atzeres & Simchas Torah both night and day. Sposnors included the Raitport family, Raskins Fish and the Jacobson brothers.

Farbrengen

Towards the end of Yom Tov thousands packed the downstairs of 770 for a Farbrengen. Everyone sang the Niggunim of all the Rebbeim. There was also a Maamer Chazzered by Rabbi Levi Garelik.

@ The Ohel
A crowd of close to 250 spent Shemini Atzeres, Simchas Torah @ the Ohel. The guests visited 35 Shuls in Long Island & Queens on Tahalucha.

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