
A non-Lubavitcher recounts the Shabbos he spent at the Ohel of the Tziyun of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, zy"a, this past Shabbos Chukas, 5770:It all started when I happened to bump into
Hirshel Tzig this pass Friday. In middle of a harmless and casual conversation he effortlessly and nonchalantly “dropped the bomb”. He asked me if I would like to join him for
Shabbos by the
Ohel. (The
Rebbe's resting place - HT) After I recovered from the shock and mumbled some noncommittal statement, the conversation moved on to other things. When I got home, I did some research about the
matzav by the
Ohel and called back
Hirshel with my acceptance. It was the
Shabbos about things that are למעלה מהשכל והדעת that gets ridiculed by those who don’t understand, so I figured I should give it a go. At the very least, it is a change of scenery, relaxing and isn’t worse than a trip to Israel (or to
Uman); it happens to be cheaper and the travel is less arduous (despite the traffic on the GW). As expected, getting there two hours before
Shabbos – obviously there to stay – I would be rather conspicuous from the outset [I was already donned in my
Shabbos finery, tie included, which is a dead give away]. I got the stares from everybody. Stares that were a mixture of curiosity, bemusement and bewilderment, with a heavy lace of skepticism. I most note, for the record, that the Lubavitcher Stare is
חלוק בעצם יסוד דינו from the stare of the
Snag. The stares I got, were benign and inconspicuous; a far cry from the finger-to-the-nosepiece and in-your-face type of glare that you get in some
butey midrahsim in the
Ihr Hatorah.
I was waiting desperately for
Hirshel to arrive, because I was stranded there in a sea of strangers. I found out soon enough, that the high concentration of
Lubavitchers would not be main obstacle over
Shabbos. It was the Israelis. 90% of the people there (it felt like 90%) where Sabras first – and
Lubavitchers second. I impatiently waited for the elephant seeds to pop out of their pockets; thank G-d they realized that that behavior isn’t appropriate in such a place – talking in your ear while your are
davenin S”E or even yapping two feet away from
Yankel Katz when he was the
Shatz for
mussof, (Mr. Snag here confused the
ShaTZ with
Reb Yankel Katz, the
R"Y in
Kfar Chabad, who was there for
Shabbos due to his
eynikel's ufruf. - HT) was deemed acceptable by the Israelis. When the
Tzig arrived, being a celebrity of sorts, he was bombarded with questions about the (Circus) Tent. The consummate gentleman, he answered them politely, and then hurried to show me my quarters. You see, I was notified that the connected people get to sleep in comfortable houses down the block, while I had to fish for a cot to drop on the floor of a tent together with a few hundred Israelis. I also discovered, that unlike myself,
Hirshel is “connected”,
vedal. (This is untrue. I simply called before
Shabbos and asked for a bed. I was told that I would get one if there's a cancellation. B"H there was one, so I shared one bed with my 11-year old son, while my 10 year old slept on the floor next to us until I got up. Had the writer called a little in advance maybe he would've gotten a bed too! As it was he took a reserved bed and was not asked to leave! - HT)

I learned many things over
Shabbos – besides for the advantages of Vodka over Woodford (it's a much slower high and is easy on the stomach) and that one can have a large contingent of
Lubavitchers without even ONE red beard in the crowd (although there were many with the Lubavitcher trademark beard-growing-from-the-sides). I also learned that cradling a cup of
Mashkeh, singing,
shmoozing and saying stories that are interspersed with life advice, is not just “chilling” but it is farbrenging. On a serious note, even though it is hard to determine when a
farbrengen starts and ends, who is actually part of it and who is just merely looking at others
farbreng, there was an aura of seriousness in the air.
הלואי our
Purims should look like that. It was uplifting and inspiring – to say the least. I also learned that in Chabad, they purposely miss
זמן תפילה even though most of the
oilam was up at seven. I guess they were making
hachunos (people were very serious and most of them were learning
Chassidus). It was very surreal and pleasant – the two Israelis learning the
Rebbe’s letters
bichavrusah were still sleeping. Every single person in the room was eating
מזונות and not all of them were sitting. I was expecting a long and
farshlepteh davening since they all got their Cheerios, but I was somewhat taken aback by the quick pace of the
tefilos – at least they ended up eating three
סעודות. [I will leave the gritting fake “
ayes” for a different time]. As we are waiting for the
עת רצון, Hirshel accosts me with his idea that we should learn something. I head to the
seforim shank expecting to see a
גלית עלית but instead I find
Shapansky’s sefer (
בכורי ראובן) and another
sefer written by a 17 year old
buchor who is an
eynekel of the
Leshem. While we were learning, the only fellow there who was wearing slippers the entire
Shabbos, struck up a friendly and animating conversation with the
Tzig. I wanted to ask him if knew the
Dinover, but I kept my mouth shut.
Overall, I had many pleasant and enjoyable conversations, even with some of the Israelis as several of them had a certain
faynkeit to them. Of course,
Chabad has their share of annoying people too – close talkers, those that talk and don’t listen,
וכו' וכו' – and the annoying fellow who saw nothing wrong about someone considering being a Rabbi in a Conservadox temple; yet kept on referring to
Reb Chaim’s eynekel from Boston as
“JB” (he wasn’t the only one to use that moniker). The point being is that
Lubavitchers are human beings with families,
dayges and all the common foibles – for good and for bad. The one noticeable exception was this one very fine Israeli
buchor with a
sheyneh gezert, noble and chiseled features. He flashed me a warm smile and beckoned me to approach him. The conversation with him (“L”) and me (“M”) went something like this:
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he got down to business.
L:Do you learn
Chassidus?
M: Of course
L: Tanya?
M: No.
Rav Tzodik and שפ''א
L:
Chabad is the
Pnimiyus.
M: Some have a
Mesorah is that it is dangerous to learn about these
inyonim; it is only for
יחידי סגולה
L: Everybody has to learn
Chassidus. The
Arizal said it and it is written in שו''ע
M: Where?
L: It says that one has to learn all of
Torah and
Chassidus is a חלק of Torah
M: I hear.
L:Did you know, that in 1917, everyone tried to leave Russia except for
Lubavitchers?
M: I thought
Breslovers and
Novordikers also stayed.
L:The מסי''נ comes from learning פנימיות התורה – that’s why so many
Lubavitchers are
moser nefesh to go an
shlichus.
M:Some
shluchim don't learn
chassidus either.
L: I gotta go, I'm tired. (translation: “I give up”)

In conclusion, although I hate to admit it, especially considering all that I hear about that cemetery over the years, overall the
Shabbos was very uplifting – despite the fact that I wasn’t able to bring myself to go the
Ohel. There was an atmosphere of serenity, peacefulness and tranquility. Even I felt the קדושת שבת to a strong degree, and just for that, I would do it again (maybe).