Setting Souls Aflame

From the very first tish, the chassidim realized this would be something different. Toldos Avraham Yitzchak would forge a new path and ignite neshamos, not only at the dramatic grand finale in Meron on Lag B’omer, but all year round

(Photos: Mattis Goldberg)

From the very first tish, the chassidim realized this would be something different — the rigorous avodah of Toldos Aharon blended with the warmth and joy of Vizhnitz, laced with the Rebbe’s own intense strivings. Toldos Avraham Yitzchak would forge a new path and ignite neshamos, not only at the dramatic grand finale in Meron on Lag B’omer, but all year round

L ate in the day of Lag B’omer as the sky over the mountaintops of Meron begins to darken and the energy and commotion of the previous 24 hours start to wane they arrive.

A flood of chassidim. Rays of setting sun and the reflection of the fire bathe them — in their golden beketshes — in a sea of light.

It’s almost shkiah as the Toldos Avraham Yitzchak Rebbe having arrived from Jerusalem by helicopter ascends the platform in the clearing far to the west of the packed tziyun to ignite the holy hadlakah in honor of Rabi Shimon bar Yochai. The Rebbe looks out at his chassidim seated among the thousands who’ve already claimed their space on the bleachers for what’s become the highlight of the day’s festivities. He rests his eyes on each of them a community of melamdim and sofrim shopkeepers and butchers and bookbinders interspersed with other chassidim litvishe bochurim visitors from abroad and Israelis who — at least outwardly — appear far from any chassidus.