Musings Of A Shliach From Montana Sukkos is my favorite yom tov. There is something about the spirit of the holiday, the weather outside (it’s almost always freezing in Bozeman, and many years it snows heavily), the festive mood of sitting in the sukkah, the singing during davening in shul with a lulav and esrog; […]
Musings Of A Shliach From Montana Last week we were in San Antonio, Texas, Chavie’s hometown, to celebrate the wedding of Chavie’s youngest sister, Brocha. Chavie is the oldest of nine; they are eight girls and a boy. Brocha, the youngest, who was three years old when I married Chavie, married her bashert, Mendel Backman […]
Musings Of A Shliach From Montana There are moments in every person’s life that stand out. Moments that will be etched in memory until we take our last breath, when our time on this earth, the time fulfilling our unique role in the chain of human history, comes to a close. For me, one of […]
Musings Of A Shliach From Montana The three weeks between 17 Tammuz and 9 Av are always an odd time in the Jewish community. Some Jews are expressively sad, and some are lost and uncertain how to relate to a destruction that took place so long ago. In Chabad, as encouraged by the Rebbe, zt’l, […]