There I stood, glued to my place on the bench, clutching my Machzor tightly, surrounded on all sides by people who were all there for the same reason I was… to daven, to connect, and to beg for forgiveness on the most special day of the year. It was beautiful, inspiring, empowering.
A few highlights tugged at my heartstrings as “ashreinu moments”. I felt so proud to be a Lubavitcher, to be part of this Army, to be unified in Achdus as the Rebbe’s Chassidim.
The Niggunim- one lone Chazzan’s voice prompted a small note, and the huge crowd burst out into melodious song. Blending together in unison, sounding so sweet and pure, yet deep and meaningful. The energy spread like wildfire, people swaying and jumping to the beat. And the slow beautiful niggunim brought waves of emotion to the Tefillos. Thousands of people singing with one voice… Ashreinu.
Avinu Malkeinu- The power in the room was electrifying- B’rov Am Hadras Melech- We are all your nation, your children, crowning Hashem as our king… Ashreinu.
Birchas Kohanim- Instantly 770 turned into a layer of white, bringing to mind ananei Hakavod hovering over us. A huge crowd of Kohanim bentched us. It felt like the kedusha of the Bais Hamikdash was coming to life… Ashreinu.
Neilah- the volume was turned on high- b’achdus thousands of people stood in front of the open Aron Kodesh, Together crying out Shema Yisroel, together calling out Baruch sheim, together proclaiming Hashem Hu Elokim. And then together jumping to Napolean’s march, gazing beseechingly at our Rebbe’s place. We could feel the strength and power resounding through the walls and through our entire being.
The thundering tefillos surely opened the gates of Shamayim wide, ushering in a year of yeshuah, a year of geulah- in the year of ‘770’.