The Rebbe, Rabin, and the Forgotten Message of Jewish Solitude

The Meeting: A Lesson in Solitude

In 1972, Ambassador Yitzchak Rabin stepped into a small room for a private meeting with the Lubavitcher Rebbe. Rabin, representing Israel in Washington, had been asked by President Zalman Shazar to personally deliver birthday wishes to the Rebbe on his 70th birthday. What he found was more than a formality. The Rebbe, with piercing blue eyes and commanding presence, greeted him not just as a diplomat, but as a bearer of Jewish destiny.

“Do you not feel alone,” the Rebbe asked him, “representing Israel among 120 nations?” Rabin admitted that he did. The Rebbe leaned forward and said quietly, “That loneliness is not a tragedy. It is the secret of our survival.” Pointing to the verse in Bamidbar — “הן עם לבדד ישכון” — “Behold, a nation that shall dwell alone” — the Rebbe taught that the endurance of the Jewish people, through hatred, exile, and oppression, stemmed from this very solitude. Remaining distinct was not a misfortune. It was our strength.

In a world obsessed with acceptance and belonging, the Rebbe offered a radically different vision. True greatness, he implied, is found not by blending in, but by having the courage to stand apart. The Jewish people were not preserved in spite of their isolation; they were preserved because of it. It was a meeting Rabin would never forget. But history would reveal that remembering the verse is not the same as remembering the message.

The Metzora: Solitude as Spiritual Therapy

This week, as we celebrate the 77th anniversary of the modern State of Israel, we also read Parshat Tazria–Metzora, where the Torah introduces another form of isolation: the Metzora, afflicted with spiritual impurity, is commanded, “All the days that the affliction is upon him he shall remain impure; he shall sit alone — his dwelling shall be outside the camp” (Vayikra 13:46).

Rashi explains that the Metzora is separated because he caused separation among others — husband from wife, friend from friend — through the corrosive power of lashon hara. Now he must experience separation himself. At first glance, this seems purely punitive — mida k’neged mida. But the deeper meaning is more profound. Isolation is not simply a punishment. It is a chance to heal.

Lashon hara is rarely born of pure malice. More often, it grows from insecurity — from the deep human urge to feel taller by tearing others down. Words become weapons, not because we are evil, but because we are afraid. The Metzora’s exile forces him to confront this fear. Separated from the noisy comparisons of society, he must find his own dignity. He must learn that his worth does not depend on making others seem smaller.

Solitude, then, is not a prison. It can be a place of restoration. It offers a person the rare opportunity to look inward, to rebuild their sense of identity from within rather than from the shallow comparisons of the outside world. It is no accident that the Torah sees isolation as potentially redemptive. When experienced with honesty and humility, solitude becomes a space where brokenness can give way to healing, and weakness can give way to new strength.

A Nation Apart: The Strength of Distinction

This same theme echoes throughout Jewish destiny. When Bilaam stood atop the hills and gazed upon Israel, he said, “הן עם לבדד ישכון” — “Behold, a nation that shall dwell alone.” At first glance, it sounds like a curse — condemned to permanent isolation. But Chazal understood it differently. To dwell apart is not to be rejected. It is to be chosen.

Our separateness was not imposed upon us as a punishment. It was embedded into the very fabric of who we are. To be a Jew is to live by a different standard, to carry a mission that does not always align with the values of the world around us. Our distinctiveness is our calling card, not our shame.

The Midrash in Eicha Rabbah deepens this idea. “When you fulfill My will,” says Hashem, “I cause you to dwell securely and alone,” as it says, “וַיִּשְׁכֹּן יִשְׂרָאֵל בֶּטַח בָּדָד” (Devarim 33:28). But when the Jewish people abandon their mission, solitude becomes exile — stripped of its holiness, robbed of its meaning. In every generation, the choice remains. Solitude is inevitable. The only question is whether it will be a badge of honor or a mark of disgrace.

Forgetting the Message: The Danger of Blending In

In the glow of that 1972 meeting, Rabin glimpsed this truth. The Rebbe’s words offered him not merely comfort, but clarity: that loneliness was not something to be erased. It was something to be understood — and embraced. But two decades later, that clarity would blur.

On October 26, 1994, standing before the world at the signing of the peace treaty with Jordan, Rabin declared, “This treaty marks the end of the Jewish people being a nation that dwells alone.”

He remembered the pasuk — but he forgot the message. He saw our solitude as a flaw to be corrected, not a calling to be fulfilled. He believed peace could erase the burden of being different — but our history teaches otherwise.

The dream of normalcy, though understandable, runs against the grain of Jewish destiny. We were not meant to be just another nation. Our existence has always carried a different weight, a higher expectation. To dilute that identity in pursuit of global acceptance is not a victory. It is a surrender. We do not survive by surrendering our uniqueness. We survive by holding onto it — especially when it is hardest to do so.

The Eternal Mission: Alone, But Never Abandoned

As we mark Yom Ha’atzmaut, we are not merely celebrating territory or sovereignty. We are celebrating the miraculous return of a people who refused to disappear — who, through centuries of exile and persecution, carried their destiny intact. We are celebrating the privilege of being different.

The world may offer us friendship or opposition. It may sometimes applaud and sometimes condemn. But our identity was never meant to be negotiated. It was given to us at Sinai. It was sealed with the words of Bilaam. It was reinforced by the tears of exile and the triumphs of return.

To be לבדד is not easy. It requires strength, resilience, and faith. It demands the courage to be misunderstood. But it is the only path to true eternity. When we embrace our uniqueness with pride, לבדד ישכון becomes not a sentence of loneliness, but a song of survival. It becomes the bond that ties us to every Jew across time and space. It becomes the connection that links us to Hashem, who has never abandoned His people — even, and especially, when they walk alone.

This is the promise of Yom Ha’atzmaut.  This is the everlasting charge of לבדד ישכון.

Can’t You See This Is the Land of Confusion?

“Now, did you read the news today?
They say the danger has gone away.
But I can see the fire’s still alight,
They’re burning into the night.
There’s too many men, too many people,
Making too many problems.
And there’s not much love to go around.
Can’t you see this is the land of confusion?”

(Genesis, “Land of Confusion”)

Recently, I went to see the movie October 8 (https://www.october8film.com/) with my daughter. Sitting there, watching scenes of horror and resilience unfold, I realized that the greatest revelation was not new information, but the sharpness of what has been exposed. As Sheryl Sandberg noted near the end of the film, there has been a certain blessing in these events — a peeling back of the facade, revealing the disturbing underbelly of Western society, and the depth and breadth of antisemitism that we can no longer deny.

Several days later, I had a conversation with a woman who had also seen the film. She shared that, in her view, the past year and a half had been difficult, but things seemed to have calmed. In her mind, the worst had passed. I didn’t say much at the time, but her words stayed with me. They captured something deeper: the disorienting nature of living through history in real time, when the boundary between danger and calm feels almost impossible to discern.

Because the truth is, confusion still defines so much of our experience.
Some walk away feeling that the danger has passed, that the worst is over. Others sense that history, once again, is not linear. It moves with a terrifying unpredictability, forcing us to navigate in the dark.

Confusion, however, is not new. It is part of our story.

It wasn’t long ago that we read Megillat Esther. We relive the drama each year — the plots and counterplots, the hidden hand of Hashem orchestrating salvation. But we often forget: from the time the story began until its resolution, nine full years had passed. Nine years is a blink in Jewish history, but it is a lifetime when you are living through it without clarity. Did the Jews of Shushan recognize the unfolding plan as they endured one decree after another? Likely not. Confusion clouded every step.

We see this same dynamic in the story of the Meraglim. Although the Torah initially lists the spies in orderly fashion, the sequence quickly unravels. Rav Yaakov Kamenetsky explains that this disorganization reflects the spiritual disarray of the people themselves. Their sending of spies — an error of faith — was born from behala, a frantic, confused state that upended normal decision-making. It was not just a logistical mistake. It was a symptom of a people unsure of their destiny.

In many ways, the story of the Meraglim has remained with us. It became a paradigm for Galut itself — a complicated and often confused relationship between the Jewish people and the Land of Israel, particularly for those living outside it, unsure when and how to return. The behala of that moment continues to reverberate through history, and it defines much of the uncertainty we still experience today.

The feeling of waiting for help amid chaos — and wondering if it will ever come — was captured powerfully in Genesis’ Land of Confusion, with its plaintive question: “Superman, where are you now?” We, too, find ourselves asking a similar question, wondering about the arrival of redemption and the coming of Mashiach.

But our tradition has never encouraged waiting passively — not even when redemption itself seems within reach. As Rabban Yochanan ben Zakkai taught in Avot D’Rabbi Natan (chapter 31):
“If you have a sapling in your hand and they tell you that Mashiach has come, plant the sapling first, and only afterward go out to greet him.”
Even when the announcement comes, we stay practical, grounded, and focused on building.

This perspective demands something of us.
It demands that we look honestly at our own situation — the comforts, the risks, the shifting winds — and ask hard questions. Where are we supposed to be? What should we be preparing for?
A year ago, I raised some of these questions in an article titled https://larryrothwachs.com/2024/05/30/if-not-now-then-when/. Since then, the urgency has only grown.

Conversations about Aliyah, once peripheral in many communities, are becoming central. This past Shabbos, I met someone in my shul who graduated from Yeshiva University in 2003. He remarked that during his time there, the topic of Aliyah was rarely, if ever, discussed. Fast forward twenty years, and it is impossible to ignore. Even before October 7, 2023, the conversation had begun to change. Since then, it has accelerated dramatically.

The truth is, the confusion we feel today is, paradoxically, a kind of mercy.
Because if things were “clear” — if the signs became so obvious that no one could deny them — it would likely mean that the threat had become immediate, the danger overwhelming. That is not the clarity we seek.

And so we live in this land of confusion, praying, planning, and preparing. Watching the skies. Planting, building, and finishing what we start — because we are called to keep building even when the signs seem clear, even when the hope of redemption feels within reach.

As Rabban Yochanan ben Zakkai taught, even if someone comes and announces that Mashiach has arrived, we plant the sapling first and only then go out to greet him.
Faith does not mean waiting for absolute clarity.
Faith means acting responsibly when the signs are already in front of us — before events force our hand.

There is no promise that the future will be easier to read than the present.
There is no guarantee that the warning signs will become sharper than they already are.
Confusion is part of the exile itself — but so is the quiet call to prepare, to move forward thoughtfully, to plan for a future where we belong not only spiritually, but physically.

Because in a confusing world, the clearest sign of faith is not knowing all the answers, but moving forward anyway.

“I won’t be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We’re not just making promises
That we know we’ll never keep”
(Genesis, “Land of Confusion”)