This post was written long before October 7th.
I walk into the big shul after davinning. It’s my thing – I go and learn parasha with Rashi and the Ba’al haTurim… it’s great. I really do this almost every morning. It’s very nice. Shul is very nice.
One day, I walk in and there is a big guy laying on the bench, sleeping. It’s already about 7:45 and he is still sleeping. You know, there is a halacha that you can’t sleep in shul. And this guy is there.
Not only sleeping, but taking up space lying on the bench where I usually sit.
Not only sleeping, but snoring. Loudly.
And yet, I realize I don’t know anything about him. Nothing.
He isn’t dressed like a soldier – if he were I would know something.
He isn’t well dressed – if he were I would know something.
His face is turned away.
It is clear – I know nothing about him.
But I know some things that do not fit him.
He is not dressed like the chassidiche community standard.
He is not wearing tzitzis.
He is not wearing a kipah. Neither is there one lying on the floor.
He has a beard, but no peyos.
His shoes – sandals without socks – not something one should wear into shul according to halacha or community standards.
In other words, clearly an outsider.
So I go, sit elsewhere to learn, and watch to see what the Me’ah She’arim community will do. And I leave, and come back the next day.
So, the next day, I walk into the big shul after davinning. It’s my thing.
And there is a big guy laying on the bench, sleeping. It’s already about 7:45 and he is still sleeping. And today… he has a blanket.
My friends, today he has a blanket…
Of course this is my over active imagination… but it’s possible. I imagine that someone saw him a second night lay down to sleep, and brought him a blanket.
The next day I saw him the third and (so far) last time.
I walk into the big shul after davinning. It’s my thing. And there is a big guy…
He’s not laying on the bench. He is up, walking back and forth. Still no tzitzis, or kipah, but walking back and forth davinning – seeming to be gathering strength, seeming to be pulling himself together.
Back and forth – like Rebbe Akivah, like the Kiddushas Levi – who knows? I am sure I will never know anything more about this man, he should be strong and well, but I did learn something of the beauty of Me’ah She’arim.
A community that somehow naturally gives strength to those who need. A community that somehow, in a hidden way (like G-d – b’seiser), give strength to those who need (like G-d – somech noflim).
A community that somehow brought a little sleeper cell to the level of active participant in G-d’s world.