Every Jew, wherever they are, deserves a place to come home to.

This conviction is the reason a Chabad family packs up everything they have and moves to Montana, to Tokyo, to a tiny town in Morocco, to wherever Jewish life doesn’t yet exist, and builds it from scratch.

These are the Shluchim. They left behind community, comfort, and familiarity not because it was easy, but because they understood something profound: a Jew who feels alone, who has nowhere to go on Pesach, who has never sat at a Shabbos table, that’s not okay. And if they could do something about it, they had to.

So they went.

They built Seders for Jews who hadn’t been to one in years. They opened their homes on Friday nights to strangers who became family. They created a minyan where there wasn’t one before. They made sure that no matter where a Jew ends up, by choice, by chance, or by circumstance, there’s a door they can walk through.

But they can’t keep that door open alone.

Behind every Shaliach is a community of people who make it possible. People who understand that Jewish life doesn’t sustain itself. It takes someone who cares enough to say: I’m in.

This Pesach, be that person.

Your gift keeps the light on for the Shaliach who stays, who builds, who shows up every single day. And for every Jew who walks through that door not quite sure what they’re looking for, and finds exactly what they needed.

Give today. And make sure no Jew spends Pesach alone.