There’s very little whimsy in your average Israeli. They tend to speak plainly and directly and brook very little nonsense. This isn’t to say that Israeli’s lack a sense of humor, but the humor around here doesn’t at all resemble the New York “Woody Allen” irony so typical of the American Jewish experience.
Perhaps it’s because of the very real existential threats than hang over everyone’s head here, but I think it goes much deeper than that. In fact, it’s related to the major difference in feel and style between the Jerusalem and the Babylonian Talmuds.
In the diaspora, we’ve romanticized and fantasized and imagined Eretz Yirael from a distance of space as well as time. It was always The Promised Land and not the land we actually inhabit and experience on a daily basis. The lives of the Tannaim, those sages of the Mishna, and the last generation to be concentrated in Eretz Yisrael, studying and discussing and revealing the deepest meanings of Torah, read like fables. We learn about the fantastic wealth of Rabban Gamliel, the Nasi, the President, and of Rabbi Elazar Ben Azaria, his part-time successor. We learn of the wondrous cave which sheltered Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai and his son as the wisdom of the Zohar was revealed to the world through them. We learn of the miracles that occurred at the Bet HaMikdash, The Holy Temple, and we even refer to our debating champions, our leading sages, as Ba’alei Trisim, Gladiators.
Although, to be sure, we also learn of the savagery against us and the periodic slaughters of our people, the poverty and hardship, as well as endless mundane matters of civil law and torts, kashrut and more, there is still an almost magical glow the Babylonian Talmud wraps around that land from which the Talmudic sages of Babylon had been exiled.
The Jerusalem Talmud has a different feel, entirely. Down-to-earth, it lists the relevant halachot in a straightforward, business-like way. It is dry in comparison to it’s Babylonian counterpart. It sets and reflects the tone of actual life, not imagined, in The Land of Israel.
Although I lived in Jerusalem for seven years almost thirty years ago, and I should, therefore, know better, I arrived here on Aliyah several weeks ago with a full set of unrealistic, non-realizable expectations. In place of experiencing a chain of epiphanies, one rapidly following another, I was faced with a seemingly unending round of government offices and bureaucratic errands. It’s a common experience to arrive early in the morning at the appointed building only to learn that it’s only open later in the afternoon, and when you finally talk to someone in the afternoon you learn that the only person who can help you isn’t there at all that day. You need one piece of paper to be able to open a bank account, but you can’t obtain that certificate without a bank account to begin with. The stories are familiar to every oleh, new immigrant, to Israel. On one hand, it’s paying dues–Israel, along with Torah and The World To Come are only acquired through hardship (TB Brachot 5a).
But they are more than a mere initiation rite. Rather, these challenges present a unique opportunity for us to expand our idea of “holy” and “spiritual”. Of course we try to elevate our prayer and our Torah study from mere rote-repetition to making a deep connection with The Creator, and we also extend this outlook to a certain, very limited set of ritual acts we call mitzvot, but while we often recite M’lo Kol HaAretz Kvodo, He fills all of reality with His Presence, and Eyn Atar Penuiy Miney, There is no place wherein He is absent, most of us divide our lives into the “spiritual” and the “mundane”. We leave our spirituality behind in the study or the prayer hall.
The reality of being in Israel is, we are taught, one of the highest, most spiritual states of existence available for a Jew. It often doesn’t feel that way at all–it’s hard to reconcile that teaching with sitting in a crowded bus stuck in traffic or while waiting in line at a bus or an office. Nonetheless, if we believe in the integrity of the Torah and our spiritual tradition, these experiences, as well, are not merely holy, but filled with an overwhelming degree of holiness not found in our highest experiences outside The Land.
Thus, it’s time to get down to business, to finally understanding that every single moment of life that has been granted to us by The Creator is holy, only awaiting our opening our eyes and hearts and bringing our neshamot, souls, to the party.
So you made Aliyah. Baruch HaâBa.
Philip Gold. You certified me kosher back in Seattle in 2009. Erin and I are still happily here. Drop us a note when you can on whatâs going on in your life.
PS. And yes, obviously, I do read your posts.
Look forward to catching up with you and Erin.
Chag Sameach and thank you for reading.
I admire your faith and courage in following your heart. Keep in mind the 121st psalm (especially in Jerusalem). Have a Shabbat Shalom, a good sweet year and a Chag Someach
And may you, Lisa and the kids + granddaughter have a great year. Chag Sameach.