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The Match

When the Rebbe would hold “Yechidus”- private audiences, he would meet with people three nights a week, into the wee hours of the morning.

In the latter years of his life, when the Rebbe worked and lived out of his office at 770, one was able to observe that the light in his room was rarely switched off. To the Chossid, entering the Rebbe’s room was akin to being transported to the Garden of Eden – a place of purity, holiness and innocence. An encounter with the Rebbe left one with a heightened sense of purpose and empowerment.

In this room, the Rebbe “prescribed remedies” for the spiritually challenged, and guided world leaders to pursue the path of true peace and justice.

He did not however attempt to coerce individuals into a particular way of thinking. Yehuda Avner, then the Israeli ambassador to the UN, once asked the Rebbe at the end of a meeting, whether he thought the Rebbe had “lit his fire” to see things a certain way, “No, I haven’t lit your fire,” the Rebbe responded, “but I’ve given you the match.”


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It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, seems the whole world’s fast asleep
Yesterday’s gone, now we belong, to tomorrow’s hopes and dreams
But there’s a room where the light still burns, where sleep is oh so rare
He couldn’t rest, so distressed, with so many in despair

This room, some call it Eden, when they enter it they feel
What a purer place the world can be, how the G-dly is so real
And how each of us has our own role that no one else can play
For in me lies a special soul, to guide my path my way


When you came inside this holy room, hoping there to find
A magic pill to cure the ill of a troubled heart and mind
His remedies were words of truth, for just your ears to catch
No he didn’t light your fire, but he gave you the match

There are men of greatness who make you feel small
And there are men so humble, who make you feel so tall
They free the greatness inside of you, that you didn’t even know
And now you’re free to truly see the beauty of you soul


So you can take the match and set ablaze
The power that is you
Or you can just lay low, look back and wonder
Why I never flew

The choice is ever present
To engage or to detach
No, he didn’t light your fire
But he gave you the match


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