Op-Ed: Burying Our Differences
by R.L. Arzi – Neshei Chabad Newsletter
Recently I had the z’chus to attend a bar mitzvah out-of-town in the U.S.A. Shluchim made it for their son. And while there I witnessed something so beautiful, and sadly, so rare. Let me tell you about it.
I’ll call the Shliach who made the bar mitzvah Shliach A and his friend, Shliach B. Shliach B came, of course, Shabbos to Shul to celebrate the bar mitzvah. The boy lained, and spoke, and then came the grand Kiddush. As a gesture of closeness with his buddy, Shliach A, Shliach B took L’Chaim a few times and got the whole crowd, most of whom were not frum, to singing and dancing.
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