Invited to Grow

Regular Tefilla, badly translated as “prayer”, is pre-programmed for us three times every day. Of that small minority of us who actually take advantage of this opportunity, surely less than half can even roughly understand/translate what we’re saying, and even fewer have a more sophisticated idea. For many, the thrice-daily tefilla has degenerated into, at best, a speed vocalizing project that rarely poenetrates our minds, let alone our hearts.

Repetition, however, encourages familiarity and at least vague recognition, even if only at the sound level. If we learn a little bit about just a few of the phrases we recite daily, it can be very eye-opening, For too many of us, Jewish religous practice has degenerated into check off boxes on a too-long and too-complicated To Do List. It’s a shame to lose the daily sense of wonder, “Is this what our tradition is really telling us?”

The morning service, and thus the Jewish day, begins with a series of Brachot, praises of God. The first one says, “HaNoteyn l’Sechvi Bina l’Havchin Beyn Yom U-Beyn Lilah“, thanking and praising The Creator for giving the Rooster, not the smartest of creatures, the intellectual tools to distinguish between day and night, in other words, to recognize that it’s a new day.

Can we, on the other extreme of the intelligence scale, actually recognize that each morning is the beginning of a new day? Not just a day, but a new one, filled with opportunities and potential. Although we’re all creatures of habit, we needn’t be slaves to it. We can, and if we intend to grow and improve, to daily come closer to realizing our potential, we must see ourselves as new beings, new creations, each and every day. If we intend to change, to do Tshuva, returning to our untouched roots and potential, we necessarily need to leave our old mistakes, the damage our actions caused, our Aveirot, sins, behind. Only then can we try to fix them and to move on to new challenges in the eternal process of tikkun, refining ourselves and our world.

This often seems an impossible challenge. Where can we find the reserves, the inner strength, the wisdom, to no longer be trapped in the past?

Several pages later, as we begin the brachot, blessings, for the Shema Yisrael, we say, “U-VaTuvo Michadesh B’Chol Yom Ma’aseh Bereishit“, In His Beneficence, in His pure goodness, renews every day, the very act of Creation. As even the lowly rooster can intuit, we can ponder and analyze and inspire ourselves with the reality that today is not yesterday, but was re-created by the Almighty, full of fresh potential and fresh opportunities to do better than we did in the past.

I often wonder why we’re told to recite the words, “Modeh (ah) Ani L’Fanecha“, “I am filled with gratitude before You|, every morning before we even get out of bed. Why are we so thankful for yet another day if it may be filled with the same disappointments, frustrations and failures of yesterday? If life is a zero-sum game, who really wants to play it anymore?

But, before we fall into despair, we can fall into hope, with the confidence that difficult as it might be, we can, each of us, make today and tomorrow much better than we even fantasized possible just yesterday.

Remember that in the beginning of this essay I said that Tefilla is badly mis-translated as “Prayer”. The root of Tefilla the Hebrew letters פל, Peh Lamed, really means falling. The choice is ours to fall into despair or to fall into hope.

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By Not Doing

Chol HaMoed, the intermediate days of Pesach (and Sukkot) are filled with a unique, semi-Kedusha, holiness. Strangely, it’s a period of time where most men do not engage with their special relationship of teffilin.

I wonder how to achieve that intense closeness that I almost take for granted every morning, binding myself to The Creator, this week by pointedly not tying these leather boxes, filled with Torah verses, on my arm and my forehead.

It’s one of the great mysteries to me, how to develop, with years of daily practice, a constant awareness that can then be recalled by not doing.

Nevertheless, this is something we can all achieve.

We will re-don them here in Israel on Sunday, in the Disaspora, on Monday, with a special and renewed awareness. Much like the view you can get after climbing down from a ladder and then ascending a nearby one that’s even higher.

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Striving Hard For Herd Freedom

I had hoped to publish these thoughts before Pesach, but computer problems prevented me from getting any work done at all in the last three weeks. Der mentsh trakht un got lakht; Man plans and God laughs. But even this all-too-common phenomenon which we all experience so frequently in our lives is also filled with meanings if we take the time and make ourselves open to listen.

While it’s stupid to say that God brought Covid into the world only in order to teach Jews who study Torah, that infinitesimal slice of mankind, a profound truth, that isn’t to say that there are no profound truths we can learn from the terrible plague which has besieged all humanity over the past year. Obviously, we should learn from everything we’re shown, everything we experience and everything that occurs.

It’s arrogant to even entertain the fantasy that we can possibly know why The Creator does anything, but the fact that He arranges the world in certain ways is raw material for us to explore since there is no contradiction that He has much more to do than to maintain a clandestine dialogue with Torah scholars and that everything He in fact does also contains messages for us aimed at our refining ourselves to, as Ramchal puts it, more closely resemble God since He is the True Good (Hatov HaAmiti).

As Pesach approached this year, I think we were all still in a state of shock from the past year. While we here in Israel are being shown a vision of what a post-Covid world can look like, largely thanks to the aggressive and mostly successful vaccination program we’ve undergone, most Jewish communities are still in situations not that much different than we all were in last year. For many, this Pesach will, once again, be a mostly solitary experience with, at best, masked, socially-distanced and, therefore, very small Seders. This year’s miracle in Israel can be replicated everywhere now that safe and effective vaccines have been crafted, manufactored, distributed and administered.

None of us as individuals would have been capable of doing all these things, but now that the vaccine exists, all we need do is “opt-in”, not only protecting ourselves, but also protecting our family, friends, neighbors and society in general. That there is a significant number of people refusing the vaccine to make “herd immunity” impossible and dooming us all to repeated waves of deadly infection, is beyond my ability to imagine.

But this is not the first time mankind, or a large enough segment, chooses badly.

As we learn in Shemot 13:18, וַחֲמֻשִׁ֛ים עָל֥וּ בְנֵי־יִשְׂרָאֵ֖ל מֵאֶ֥רֶץ מִצְרָֽיִם׃, Bnei Yisrael went up from Egypt Chamushim, which is normally translated as “armed”. Rashi explains this rather unusual word for armed to really teach us that Chamesh, one-fifth, only one-fifth of the people chose to leave with their fellows. Fully four-fifths of the Jewish people decided that eternal slavery in Egypt was preferable to freedom in their own land.

You might ask why didn’t God just take them out of Egypt even if they didn’t want to go. Certainly after tasting freedom they’d understand. But, of course, you don’t empower someone by taking away their power and autonomy. Remember, He never removed their power to decide to opt-in.

Bechira, Free Will, is the power to decide and that includes the power to make bad decisions as well as good ones. But it also contains Tshuva, which should never again be mindlessly translated (or mistranslated) as “repentance”, but, rather, the ability to go back and make a better choice. In everything.

Because the potential for Geula, redemption, meaning total redemption, is also in our reach. Always.

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All Jews are Jews Of Color

There hasn’t been a lot to feel good about this just-past Chanukah as Corona infections, hospitalizations and deaths are, world-wide, once again peaking. Despite the imminent roll-out of both the Pfizer and now the Moderna vaccines, it was difficult, to say the least, to feel much Simchat Yom Tov, joy in the holiday.

Perhaps it was only to put a crack in the doom-and-gloom that the internet exploded with the feel-good video, Puppy For Hanukkah, by Daaveed Diggs, an immensely talented musician and performer, by all accounts a very personable young man who has probably accumulated a giant pile of Tikkun Olam points, but very little knowledge of Judaism and Jewish history. By combining his Jewish as well as his African-American heritages, he is also immensely proud of striking a blow to celebrate Jews of Color. (https://www.jpost.com/diaspora/daveed-diggs-speaks-about-representing-jews-of-color-in-hanukkah-video-652148).

What’s wrong with the picture–a “progressive”, orthodox rabbi, jazz  musician and artist like me, frothing at the mouth with my hackles fully raised?

A great conceit of the progressive left is that there are two categories of Jews. The first, the “Good Jews” are all similarly progressive and woke, disdain  “whiteness” and “white privilege” like all good progressives. It’s a basic assumption, an article of faith, as it were, that social action, which means advocating for whoever has newly entered the ranks of victim and attacking all of the intersected groups of oppressors, burning a flag or two or tumbling a statue if available. Since all are agreed that the saddest, gr, eatest and most aggrieved victim in todays world are the Palestinians, Jews are now not only fair game, but if hunting were permitted, the highest value trophy to bring down. Which proves, of course, that Jews are White, and tarrable with the White Privilege/Colonialist/Oppressor brush.

It’s true that the stereotyped cliché of an American Jew is and Ashkenazi i.e. Eurpopean, i.e. White, Yiddish cracking zionist. Of course, America has long turned a blind eye to Sephardic and Mizrachi Jews, Jews from round the Mediterranean and from Northern Africa (just as it has long turned a blind eye to people from Spanish/Portugese speaking backgrounds, all lumped together as Latinos, which really just meant either Mexican or Puerto Rican, depending on where in the US one is standing. Perhaps in America, for those trying to fit in and provide a safe haven for their children, it’s already hard enough for a Jew to fit in, so why bother trying to establish a secondary identity?

But step off the plane at Ben Gurion and at least half of the Jews you see at first, second and third glance are, indeed, Jews whose families fled Arab countries in 1948, rather than those who fled Europe before and right after the Holocaust. Not only that, you hear a veritable Babel of languages, or at least accents and pronunciations. Jews whose first language was Arabic, Yiddish, Ahmaric (the language of Jews from Ethiopia), French, English, Russian and, yes, even a few native Hebrew speakers. And when you look around, it’s immediately obvious that no, you’re no longer in Kansas any more, nor on location for any number of early Coen Brother films. Jews come in the full variety of human skin color, finally returned home form 2000 years of exile Beirut and Krakow, Chicago and Minnepolis, Damascus and Cairo and Kiev and Moscow and Berlin and London and Fukien and Cochin and Mumbai and Nairobi and Kabul and Herat and Saana and Fez and…… Get the idea, we have established communities all around the world. And, guess what, after a few generations (since there was always mixing with the host population) we look exactly like people from all those countries and regions.

In other words, all Jews are “Jews of Color”. So, no, you don’t have permission to split us into Jews, the bad, white guys, and Jews of Color, the good guys, oppressed Africans and swarthy Lebanese. And those Jews who, unfortunately, never received very much information about Jewish history over four thousand years, and who are being exploited by people with no interest in their Jewish traditions and identities except as a weapon against those bad bad Ashkenazi stereotypes, so familiar from Nazi and PLO (or French or English or Russian, etc. etc. etc.) propaganda.

Guess what, if  you go back just a few generations to where those so-called “white” Jews previously lived, they were likely just as oppressed, just as much the other, just as much “the dreaded-N-word” of those societies.

So, please remember in all your intersecionality nonsense, every Jew you meet, be he from China or Kenya or Yemen or Brazil or Duluth is a Jew of Color. And we’re proud to be.

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Wrapping Up The Holidays 5781: A Year Of Loss

Approaching candle-lighting time here in Jerusalem, it’s almost Shabbat and Shimini Atzeret/Simchat Torah (we celebrate both on one day here). First thing this morning, I awoke to learn than a former rabbinic student of mine had suddenly died. It was like being kicked in the stomach by a donkey.

Although it will “officially” be on Sunday, when it’s no longer chag here in Israel, in the galut Simchat Torah is Rabbi Shloime Twerski’s yahrzeit. He passed in 1981, 39 years, the majority of my lifetime, ago. I’ve grown used to the intense feeling of loss that starts to ramp up this time every year.

But there was no way I could prepare myself for this new loss.

And in many ways it seems so appropriate to this year, the Plague Year of Covid-19. This was a year where all Am Yisrael shared the loss of synagogues and, to a large degree,for many of us, even those living in the heart of Jerusalem, community for Rosh HaShana, Yom Kippur and Sukkot. Here in Israel, in the midst of our second Corona Lockdown, those of us without our own Sukkah also missed out on the simple, subtle, intense pleasure of spending time, eating, drinking, entertaining, singing, sleeping in a Sukkah. Of course, this is following the year of no large family Seders for Pesach–those of us living alone, arranged our own, solo, Seder……

And so, bookended by loss, I’m left alone with God. That, however, is far from a bad thing. I must remind myself.

Shabbat Shalom and Chag Sameach

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Sukkot 5781–A Unique Challenge

Here in Jerusalem, for example, we’re in the midst of an almost total civilian lockdown. Not only has the traditional Arba Minim Shuk, the various open markets where we can purchase our etrogim and  lulavim been prevented from opening, and not only are most synagogues closed or severely limited, public Sukkot are outlawed. Not only is it illegal to visit a Sukkah that’s not your own, inviting a non-immediate-family member is also illegal, bearing a 500 shekel,  currently about $150, fine!

Of course we can, on our own, pray the seasonal prayers, read the yearly Torah portions, and if we previously procured a lulav we can wave that and, if we have the possibility of our own Sukkah we can eat in it, but otherwise these days look to be pretty empty, especially of joy and happiness.

Most rabbinic leaders, even of the strictest haredi, ultra-orthodox, groups, have issued halachic proclamations to avoid Sukkot that aren’t you’re own, to not pass lulavim from person to person (technically, the lulav is supposed to be owned by the person waving it, so it’s customary to “give away” yours to someone who, for whatever reason, lacks their own).

In this situation, one actually fulfills the mitzva by not fulfilling it.

“Sacrifice” is a terrible translation for the word and concept Karbon, which are the offerings we would make in the Temple, daily, and on special days. Interestingly, Sukkot is the holiday with more Karbanot, more sacrifices (that word actually does convey the concept I want to use in this instance) than any other period. There are a number of traditional reasons discussed for this, but none of these traditional explanations of Torah and halacha are specifically based in our current situation of pandemic, lockdown, isolation and transforming mitzvot from their observance to refaining from fulfilling them.

Stretching and bridging two separate languages, perhaps we still can learn that this year, and hopefully it will be confined to this year and that a vaccine and other effective treatments will soon be found, we offer up our usual joy and happiness of our traditional mitzvot of Lulav and Sukkah with the aware intention of sacrifice, perhaps not understanding why, but accepting that at this time this is what we’re called to do.

Chag Sameach and Shabbat Shalom.

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Love, Respect, Responsibility–Yom Kippur תשפ”א/2021

Much of my Torah study focus these past years has been Zohar. One of its major themes describes (in great detail and from almost unlimited perspectives) how The Creator, through an incredibly complex process, reduced and reconfigured the Infinite Light, the unimaginable Pure Energy, in a way to first make a space for our world, to then provide it with everything it needs and also manages it so we, fragile humans and other life forms here on earth, are not overwhelmed with too much energy.

While contemplating this process we can’t help but ask why He would go to so much effort. Being All-Powerful, He could have chosen to bring our world into being with, in manner of speaking, a mere finger-snap. This is actually a secondary question since the most obvious question is why God bothered to create the world, with Man in his position “at the top of the foodchain” at all. God, lacking nothing, certainly didn’t need a plaything.

Ramchal, in his basic introduction to how the world works and what it really is, Derech Hashem, The Way Of God, simply states that God’s intention is to bestow His good to another (to a being other than Himself) (א, א, 1). Realizing that the absolutely highest Good He can bestow is Himself. And while we can’t really understand, let alone begin to describe His Essence, we do know that it includes אור אין סוף, Or Ein Sof, infinite energy.

Working with the principle, Sof Maase b’Machshava Techila, סוף מעשה במחשבה תכילה that the ultimate goal is the very first thing conceived, from the very beginning, Creation was done with Man’s Being in mind. Everything that was done, that needed to be done, to create a livable, nurturing environment so that Man can then earn his ultimate reward (God’s Goodness), was planned and executed from the very first step.

One thing that stands out to me is the Infinite Love that motivates the entire process. Without this love, or with lesser love, why go to all this trouble? Likewise, why make our living so filled with challenges which often (usually?) so overwhelm us, that force us to our very limits to merely survive, let alone to overcome?

The optimal mechanism The Creator gives man to experience the Ultimate Good is the opportunity to, as much as possible, resemble God, even to the point of not only being enabled to create, but also to look beyond ourselves and to use our creativity to benefit not only our own selfish desires, but the needs and desires of others. The very act of creating, on every level and in every realm of endeavor,be it artistic, design, communication, science (including medical research, in order for this essay to be timely…..) is one of the most joyous in which Man can participate. Man’s ultimate act of creation, creating a new human being, is based on the very definition of pleasure. We have been created, designed from the very beginning, to be creators.

As Jews, we believe in an active and present God. Merely to acknowledge Him as The Creator is not enough because the very idea that He threw together the ingredients of life and then took off for “Parts Unknown”, the “Clockmaker” thesis paints God as malign and negligent. While not falling off the cliff on the opposite side and viewing God as manipulating the world minute-by-minute, we do see Him overseeing, quietly (silently?) advising, always involved. It’s a delicate balance to emerge to Create and then to partially withdraw in order to allow us the most independence and responsibiity we, as humans, are able to shoulder in order to continuously maximize our access to Him as the Ultimate Good we’re able to experience. Not only is a balance like that, at least from our point of view (remember that God is All-Capable and All-Powerful) almost impossible to conceive, let alone perform, it is also exactly within our abilities. God maintains His responsibility for us the creatures He created.

Thus, we’re not merely empowered and enjoined to create, but we’re also obligated to to act responsibility. In Bereshit (Genesis 18) charges man l’avdah u’lashomrah, to work and protect the earth, especially the delicately balanced mechanism by which we receive sustenance in exchange for our responsibility. Our “job”(s) in the world are constant and constantly changing as conditions evolve and change.

And this brings me to Yom Kippur תשפא/2020, one of the strangest and most challenging New Years any humans have experienced. Not only are we besieged, world-wide, which the pandemic plague of Covid-19, the earth itself seems on fire with record high temperatures over much of the globe. There have been massive fires, in the western United States as well as in New England, Scandinavia, Brasil, Central Africa, Siberia, much of Southeast Asia, New Zealand, and Central America (all of which, remember, are also experiencing the Covid Pandemic!). There have recently been devastating  earthquakes from Alaska, Russia, Mexico, New Zealand and more as well as unusually high volcano occurrences. One could be forgiven for speculating that, maybe God Himself is less-than-pleased with our stewardship.

Locally, here in Israel, even in the strictest lockdown against the corona virus, I see barely over 50% of the people I cross on the streets properly wearing masks or keep reasonable distance from other people. When those of us who have tried to comply with the restrictions are starving for human touch, I see large gangs of people, unmasked, or course, shouting and hugging their ways down the street, either unaware or merely callous to the health risk they not only expose themselves to, but to everyone else on the streets……

Seeing these minimum requirements flaunted once the first lockdown of the first wave (when we here in Israel were the examples to the world of how to stand together to fight this plague) was relaxed, it’s certainly obvious to me why we’re in our pressent lockdown.

I daily see not only selfishness, but a complete lack of feeling responsible not only for others but for themselves. Underlying this irresponsibility is a glaring lack of love, not only for others, but even for oneselves. While many individuals continue exemplary behavior, as a nation we’ve dropped the ball. Whether from exhaustion, from contempt for each other and contempt towards The Creator, we now arrive at Yom Kippur.

The grand theme of these ten days since Rosh Hashana is Tshuvah, returning. With this year being unable to observe this day as we’re accustomed, no support of a kehilla, community, no heartfelt community prayer and song, no intimately sharing each other’s efforts to make this day one of our “repentance” being accepted On High, it seems that one of our very last and meager tools and consolations have been taken from us.

On the other hand, a new opportunity opens for us. Painful as it is, removing the socializing over this chag, doing without the support of group prayer and group supplication and group singing, also frees us from the distraction of the very same things. More than any time in recent memory, we can choose either dispair or we can sieze the opportunity to really focus our own, individual efforts at prayer, meditation, love for the good of all. This is an opportunity and an invitation to really be and do all we can, to model ourselves on The Creator in this unique moment, to work for the common good and not for our individual benefit.

And, perhaps if we succeed in teaching ourselves how to do that, all this pain will have been, somehow, worth it. Here is our opportunity to really try to bring Good to all those around us, relying that they, focused the same way, include our goods even while ignoring their own.

This is how we can turn a disaster into a win-win for all manking.

G’mar Chatima Tova, may we all our shining futures be assured, for ourselves, our families, our communities, our nation and for all humanity.

Ken Yehi Ratzon, Thus may it be His Will.

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Goodbye 5780/2020

No one alive has ever had a year quite like this past one. To be sure, there remain a diminishing number, among our people, who survived the unimaginable horrors of the Shoah, and elsewhere in the world those who survived Mao, Stalin, Pol Pot, and more recently ISIS, Boko Haram as well today’s dissidents in Iran and other similar states, and other localized evils. However, no one alive today has experienced a full-blown world wide disaster such as the current covid pandemic. No one is exempt, no one is immune, there are no “Get Out Of Jail Free” cards and the virus has struck rich and poor, privileged and challenged, righteous and evil, young and old, healthy and sickly. With justified fury we’ll witness the most arrogant flaunters of communal/human responsibility get off scot-free and challenging all our beliefs in righteousness and karma, we’ll see the most saintly and giving, succumbing to disease and carried off in pain.

Of course, I have yet mentioned the climatic and other disasters, the seemingly unending heat, the fires covering roughly half the world, hurricanes, earthquakes and more. Into this week, the formerly pristine Pacific Northwest has endured the worst air pollution in the world due to raging forest and brush fires in California, Oregon and Eastern Washington (previous years also in British Columbia), dwarfing the regularly unbreathable air in Beijing or Delhi, Mexico City or Los Angeles. (A good many of these fires are arson, compounding absolute evil intent onto the evil of neglect and forest exploitation.)

We are leaving a year where none of our presumptions have worked, and still in the throes of this virus, and we have no idea if we’re nearing the end or if it’s just gathering momentum; we’re looking into the new year without much of an anchor of security. Sitting in shul, half-asleep, is not an available option this year, nor is crying our hearts out to our Creator in the midst of communal prayer since, for the most part, through much of the world, our synagogues are closed up. 

There’s no need for shyness since no one will overhear our prayers or our confessions. No one will be able to betray our deepest shames, so, perhaps for the first time, we can face our portions of responsibility, since every non-perfect human action contributes to these and many more problems.

Let me say that I detest non-committal, lukewarm, new-age spirituality, and have no patience with phrases/concepts like “missing the mark”, “not doing my best” and the like. If you indeed, merely “missed the mark” or didn’t do your utmost, please take a seat with the Tzaddim Gamorim, the completely righteous, and let the rest of us get on with our task of trying to repair (the root concept of the too-popular word tikkun as in tikkun olam, which means much more than adopting politically correct stances) the damage we and others have done this time around the sun.

We begin, based on the principles of Rambam’s Hilchot Tsuvah, Laws of Returning, by admitting our sins first to ourselves, taking full responsibility not just for the deed itself, but for the damage it caused. We might as well drill into our deepest wells of secret guilt, since nothing is hidden from The Holy One, and in this year of isolation, there’s no one nearby to embarrass us. Rather, we can embrace the embarrassment, begin with our full blushing to burn these sins from our souls (as we learn in the Introduction to Tikkunei HaZohar, 5b) (Although this internal process later became distorted into non-Jewish ideas of hellfire and eternal damnation, remember that it is a very precious and effective way to be able to even navigate a lifetime’s damage in order to begin to correct and repair it. It’s something to embrace (but definitely not to obsess over)–once you’ve done this work, burned away this level through regret and embarrassment, you need to move on to actually and matierally fixing things as best you can and not to perversely wallow in “delicious guilt”.)

One need next make public amends. This isn’t limited to asking forgiveness from the one(s) you harmed–how easy it would be if that were it….), but also to assess the damage, to do what you can physically, emotionally and also financially (usualy indirectly through Tzdaka, which has the additional value of not only contributing to the relief of the original and generated damage, but also introducing a spirit of selfless giving into the situation).

Hopefully, one has learned the lesson and will know to take another path, make another choice, if faced with a similar situation and temptation in the future. Continuing the acknowledgement process, one needs to resolve, out loud, to not sin again. But we only know if the process was successful if, when faced with the same choices, one resists the path that caused so much pain and damage. Likely, one will only partially succeed here, and will need to re-enter the process next year and the next, but not as a beginner with a full load of sin, but, hopefully, as one who is in the process of mastering the techniques of Tshuvah.

While none of this really sounds so easy, it’s a lot easier in a situation where we don’t feel under the public microscope. Under the Divine Microscope, perhaps is a totally different thing since among the dominant qualities of God that we do know about is Rachamim and Chesed, Mercy and Love. God, unlike man who, at least to a small part for the most virtuous of us, who feels at least a little competitive advantage when someone else fails, receives only happiness, nachas, nachat ruach, a restful satisfaction and happiness that should be familiar to all of us who have been blessed to be parents when we see our children succeed.

Of course, none of us is going to “hit one-thousand”, in baseball terms, but to the degree that we can, let’s leave the wrecks of 5780/2020 behind without embarrassment over being observed at our process, without the usual pleasant distractions of friends and family and communal prayer and feasting. 

Hopefully we won’t have this kind of opportunity next year.

Ken yehi Ratzon, May it be his will.

Ketiva v’Chatima Tova, may everyone be written and sealed only for good.

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One Thought, Looking Forward to Rosh Hashana 5781

The Talmud, Sanhedrin 4:5 teaches of one who saves a life that he is as if he saved an entire world, Olam Maleh, עולם מלא. Although halachically, this leaves many questions open, it does make the point that each of us comprises the entirety of a world.

Yeshiyahu, Isaiah, 6:3, states that God fills the entire world, מלא כל הארץ, with His Presence (often translated as His Glory). Note the similarity (albeit not exact) in language.

Each of us, an Olam (or Eretz) Maleh, an entire and complete world, has the capacity of being completely filled with God’s Presence. A very Chassidic (based on Rabbi Menachem Mendel of Kotzk, aka The Kotzker) sort of qualification is called for here, if we let Him in.

Our “normal” operating mode has us usually filled with distractions, flitting from idea to idea, from deadline to deadline, from crisis to crisis, from the needs of one to the needs of the next in line (and perhaps that only when we’re at our “optimal” efficiency and organization. We’re so conditioned to this constant motion that even when we’re in a situation where we can sit quietly and let our mind settle we continue, out of habit, to bounce all over the place.

But what better time and place than Rosh HaShana, an entire day with little else to do but to meditate upon God’s Majesty, where the theme of they day is to “Coronate The Creator”, with special liturgy based on this idea, to quietly remove all the distractions and to, truly, let our entire beings be filled with the actual Presence (kavod, the word selected by Isaiah, is the same word we use in, say physics for gravity (koach ha-kavod, the power of kavod) of The Creator.

Rather than be overwhelmed by wave after wave of words, most of which even those of us fluent in Hebrew don’t really understand, worrying about catching up to the arbitrary page the Chazzan is at right now, perhaps let yourself be lulled by the melodies and music, the idea (especially this year when many of us will not be able to experience the actual embrace of a loving community) and try to fill our infinite capacity as humans with the appreciation of the Infinite Being of Holy, Entirely Other, Sacred Creator.

May we all merit many future years, vibrating at our highest capacity and awareness. Tizku l’Shanot Rabot.

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Fasting (or not) In The Time Of Plague

Unique among Jewish Special Days, Tisha B’av lacks any aspect of celebration. Nonetheless, it is a day which many of us, especially those of us living today in Israel, feel a strong compulsion to at least acknowledge. Furthermore, in our day, especially those of us blessed to live in a thriving, metropolitan, international, modern or even futuristic Jerusalem, no longer a city abandoned and bereft, but home to a greater number of people, including a greater number of Jew, and while not all necessarily fall somewhere on an “observance” spectrum, still home to more mitva-observing, Torah-studying, and many at a higher intellectual (at least) level than ever before, how do I mourn something that’s in the very process of rebirthing?

Of course, I must admit, Jerusalem is not yet fully rebuilt. Most conspicuous is the absence of Bayit Shlishi, a standing, functioning (whatever that might mean (will it necessarily include a full (or any) program of Karbanot, ritual animal sacrifice?)) Bet HaMikdash, a Holy Temple. Even without a specifically Jewish Temple, is there any such thing as a Bet Tefilla l’Kol HaAmim, a House of Prayer for All Nations, either here in Jerusalem or anywhere in the world? The job of rebuilding Jerusalem, either as the first concrete step or the final crowning of partering with The Eternal to perfect His/our  world, indeed, remans far from complete. There is that which to mourn, that which yet to pray for and, most importantly, to work for. (Perhaps a high priority in our prayers should be for God’s help in learning just what we need to do, to “work on”. It often seems to me that we desperately need a detailed blueprint already!) Tisha b’Av is a far way from being obsolete and, thus, a candidate for being cancelled.

This opens a larger question, one I’ll continue to explore and write about. If there are those of us who are unable, but still obligated in the Mitzvot of Tisha B’Av, what about those for whom these ancient commandments no longer work? Fasting, refraining from washing, leather shoes, sexual relations, relieving with oils skin dried and painful in the seasonal heat, having refrained from eating meat for nine days, listening to music for twenty-one, shaving or getting one’s hair cut, buying new clothes, what if none of that focuses someone’s mind and heart on their own shortcomings contributing to the world of trouble we inhabit. Grouchy and irritable, and refraining from the distraction of entertainment, are we any closer to loving our fellow Jew, not to mention loving, or even tolerating, our fellow human, especially when they are being themselves, i.e. not being ourselves or who we might want them to be. In the face of such radical and wide-spread disconnect between the rules of this span of time, the failures still operating in this world and any reasonable attempts we might make to fix the mess, how can we find the “Connect”? Will the sad, but arguably most beautiful of the liturgic year melody of Eicha, Lamentations, chanted this night and tomorrow, move us to better our attitudes or behavior, inspire us to be less selfish, more loving, less defensive, more open?

And mirroring these issues, how do we proceed with our entire halachic system during the rest of the year? Is it better to persist because we’ve always persisted? Perhaps that’s the very argument for innovation–it obviously (?) hasn’t worked (yet). Is it a matter of just needing an unknown number of more repetitions in order to achieve “critical mass” or is it a matter of our just not getting the message of the negative feedback? Are there rabbis or other Torah-based authorities who can guide us, who don’t have their own vested interests (power they want to maintain/power they want to wrest away from those who currently have power, dreamers/realists, mystics/engineers)?

The partial rebuilding of Jerusalem in our day, the establishment of a sovereign Jewish nation on at least part of our traditional homeland, these seem to indicate that our world is far from static. That change is occuring or that “Change is Going to Come”. The question is far more profound than how are we going to remain engaged and committed at Jews of the future, but how we fulfill our obligation, to bear witness to God’s active presence in the Universe.

These unanswered questions, while not yet answered, have, Baruch Hashem, finally, at least, been asked.

Without quite knowing how, let us join together to actively bring and increase Ahavat Chinam, Limitless Unselfish Love into our world.

For those who are fasting, Tzom Kal, may it be any easy fast. For all of us, fasting or not, may it be a Strong Nine.

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