Make for me a sanctuary and I will dwell among them (Exodus 25:8)
As teenagers go, the boys and girls of Chabad are unusually well-traveled. Every summer they are recruited by Chabad emissaries from Norway to New Zealand to volunteer at the popular Gan Israel day camps. They are called again for winter camps and to help during other Chabad events in the course of the year, becoming frequent flyers at a relatively young age.
I too, enjoyed this rite-of-passage of sorts in my teen years. For a girl who’d never left New York, I had a feeling I wasn’t in Brooklyn when I got to Kansas. I spent two years working at Lubavitch House in Minnesota where the winters were frigid and the people were chipper for no apparent reason. And when I crossed the Great Plains and got to sunny California where the fruit grows, I understood the power of place.
Those were memorable days, and the opportunity I had to spend time with the motley mix of people who came often to Chabad, was eye-opening. In particular,