Friday, December 25, 2020

Vayigash: Was I Not Supposed to Do That?

 “It’s easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.”

I think the above quote is relatively famous, though I personally was surprised to discover it’s attributed to Admiral Grace Hopper, (among other things) an early pioneer in the world of computers. I thought it was an old adage, either original to English or from some other language or culture, but maybe this concept isn’t as timeless as I had imagined. Or maybe, possibly, the basic principle is quite ancient, but Hopper just phrased it perfectly. She named something that is indeed quite central to the experience of being a human being... but no one put it as plainly or eloquently as she did. The Torah sure seems to know the concept anyway; there’s an example right here in this week’s parashah!

The major climax of the Joseph story has arrived. He finally revealed to his brothers that he, the grand vizier of Egypt, was actually their long-lost (that is, sold into slavery... but who’s counting?) brother. And soon he will also be reunited with his father, in a beautiful and heart-warming scene. There is, however, an underlying tension that is NOT being addressed. I’m not referring here to the way the brothers treated Joseph; that plot line actually DOES get dealt with at length. No, this is a much-much older tension that dates back to Abraham. We, the Jewish people, are tied to the Promised Land, known originally as Canaan, later to be called Israel. And whenever an ancestor leaves this land, God expresses some displeasure. So when Joseph sends word to his father that he is alive and weathering this seven-year famine just swimmingly, the Zionistically-inclined reader might raise an eyebrow when Joseph adds, “God has made me lord of all Egypt; come down to me without delay! You will dwell in the land of Goshen, where you can stay close to me.” (Gen. 45:9-10)

But Jacob goes. He leaves without hesitation; almost interrupting his sons mid-speech because he is so eager to see Joseph. Somewhere in the back of his mind, however, he must know that this isn’t going to be a two-week stay in an AirBnB; they’re definitely relocating the whole extended family to Egypt. This, I would argue, is where the Torah appears sympathetic to Jacob’s predicament, and subtly suggests that Jacob intends to “follow” the words of Admiral Hopper: He’ll ask God’s forgiveness for having left, rather than permission to go. I say that the Torah is sympathetic, because even though Jacob isn’t waiting to inquire what God thinks of this plan, the text tells us that God comes to Jacob preemptively and blesses his endeavor: “And God said, ‘I am El, the God of your father. Fear not to go down to Egypt, for I will make you there into a great nation. I Myself will go down with you to Egypt, and I Myself will also bring you back, and Joseph’s hand shall close your eyes.’” (46:3-4) We might be tempted to view this as a very awkward moment. God said “don’t worry about going to Egypt,” and you and I might want to respond, “Ummmm... Jacob didn’t seem all that worried...” But I think the text is more empathetic than that.

God wants Jacob to know that it’s ok to make assertive, proactive decisions. God blesses Jacob’s uprooting of his family before he has to confront the ramifications of his actions for himself. Perhaps God is even speaking to subsequent generations of Israelites, who will understandably cry out: “why, oh why, did Jacob ever bring us here???” God reassures the slaves, their descendants, and yes, even you and me today, that Jacob made the right decision. Much like the immortal words of Grace Hopper, it also reminds us that waiting for permission and following procedure, established rules and precedent, and “the way it’s always been” doesn’t always yield the best results. It’s not just a facetious, anti-establishment quip; it is actually true that sometimes you have to forge ahead, trust your instincts, and only later, if and when it is necessary, ask for forgiveness for transgressing a norm or expectation. As we prepare to start a new (secular) year, with so many precedents and traditions already having been thrown out the window, and a genuine need to start afresh, I hope we all keep this teaching in mind. We surely do NOT know what lies ahead, but we WILL turn whatever it is into a blessing. 

Happy New Year!


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Friday, December 18, 2020

Mikeitz: What Dreams May Be

In a lot of good literature, ancient and modern, there is a moment of ultimate accountability. Some call it karma, retribution, just desserts, or even - oddly enough - a “come to Jesus” moment. One way or another, things come full circle. The Bible loves this type of literary device. To be sure, it is a major feature in this week’s reading. My question, therefore, isn’t so much about IF it happens (it does), but rather: when does the actual MOMENT of comeuppance occur? In our particular story, Joseph is living in Egypt and the seven years of plenty have - as predicted - been followed by seven years of Covid... sorry, I meant to say “famine.” Joseph’s family, back in Canaan, have of course been afflicted by the scarcity as well, and Jacob ultimately sends ten of his remaining eleven sons to procure food from Egypt. And I cannot help but wonder - when exactly does it hit the brothers that the decades-old prophecies have come true?

You see, years earlier, when the brothers were forced to deal with their maddeningly bratty younger sibling, who just pranced around in his multi-colored coat and tattled on them to daddy, something TRULY sent them over the edge. Joseph, that little runt, had the insufferable chutzpah to tell them that he dreamt that eleven sheaves of wheat would bow down to him, and soon after, that eleven stars AND the sun and moon would also be prostrating before him. “It isn’t bad enough that you’re a spoiled brat, the favored child, and oblivious to the pain you’re causing the rest of us... now you think you’re one day going to be our KING?!?!?” They can’t take it anymore; they throw him in a pit, and soon after sell him as a slave to nomadic merchants passing by. But that was long ago. Ancient history. In our parashah, that little punk is no more, and instead the brothers are facing Tzafenat Paneach, the grand vizier of Egypt, second-in-command to Pharaoh! And they have NO CLUE that the two are one and the same.

Joseph realizes it first. Not only because he recognizes them, even when they do not know him, but the Torah wants to link this moment back to those prophecies from way back when: “For though Joseph recognized his brothers, they did not recognize him. Recalling the dreams that he had dreamt about them, Joseph said to them, ‘You are spies! You have come to see the land and it’s vulnerabilities!!” (Gen. 42:8-9) Deep down, Joseph is stunned and awed at this moment; here they are, bowing, begging, and groveling before him. Who would have ever thought?? However, just a few verses later, the Torah does something really interesting. As this powerful Egyptian lord keeps pressing them and bullying them, they recall - unprompted - what they did to Joseph! They have absolutely no idea that their long-lost, enslaved brother is standing in front of them, more powerful than any of them could EVER have imagined. Yet they turn to one another and say: “Alas, we are being punished because of our brother. We looked on at his anguish, yet paid no heed as he pleaded with us. That is why this distress has come upon us.” (v. 21) I guess that (festering...) pain wasn’t hidden too deep under the surface, was it?

But the brothers won’t actually have their “come to Jesus (Joseph?)” moment for a few more chapters. Joseph will keep them squirming for a while. When he finally reveals himself, however, I wonder how quickly the light bulbs went off over each of their heads? Or oil lamps, I suppose, if we’re being period-appropriate. That sinking realization that the eleven of us look an awful lot like bowing sheaves of wheat right now... And the point, I suppose, of all this is that we are meant to examine and reexamine ourselves as well. What we do, and say, and convey; it matters! Karma can indeed boomerang around and come flying back at us! When we put goodness and kindness into the world, it may return to us at the most unexpected - yet greatly appreciated - moments. And hurtful, vindictive things not only leave a mark on others, but may plague us too... for decades! As we prepare to launch into a new year, we can indeed begin with a clean slate. But that doesn’t erase the past, or heal wounds that were never addressed. It just means we have a new opportunity to grow, mend, feel, and learn for the future. Don’t let that precious chance go to waste.


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Friday, December 4, 2020

Va-Yeishev (pre-Chanukah): Waiting For A Special "Elixir" to Arrive

Chanukah is a good example of an evolving holiday. It's probably about 2,200 years old, and when it was first "dedicated" on our calendar (the word "Chanukah" means "dedication"), it surely must have seemed like a new-fangled kind of thing. Some people were on board with adding a celebration, others curmudgeonly said everything was better in the old days when no new holidays were added by anyone EVER! Over the centuries, Chanukah has been viewed as a symbol of Jewish military might and perseverance; as a lead-in to discussions of assimilation vs. ghettoization; a sign of God's protective power to make the oil last; a joyous day to exchange gelt (real coins or chocolate) and eat fried foods; a worthy competitor to Christmas in preventing little Jewish children from pining endlessly in December; a cautionary tale about zealotry; and an opportunity for interfaith connections, as groups join together to celebrate Chanukah, Kwanzaa, Christmas, Diwali, and more. Did I miss anything?

Oh, yes, I want to add one more: Chanukah, in more recent times, has also become a favorite holiday for environmental groups and Jewish climate change activists. Why? Because one of the central "miracles" of Chanukah reminds us that we all can make do with less. We "thought" we needed x amount of olive oil, and simply could NOT perform the rituals without it. Yet somehow, magically (or perhaps just more sparingly...) we figured it out. Is this not a central lesson as we head into 2021, and our country - please God - refocuses on our obligations to our earth? Chanukah invites us to reframe how we define "need." Rather than indulge in eight days of presents, and allowing ourselves and our children to satiate our cravings for more and more STUFF; maybe discussing the rationing of oil can lead to new thinking around what is sufficient, how to be content, and how to share with others and with our planet?

I actually want to add yet ANOTHER new perspective as well, a new and vital teaching that we can glean from our Festival of Lights. Right now, in the lead-up to Chanukah, all the nations on the planet are preparing for the release of a much-needed, much-anticipated vaccine against the Coronavirus. But we cannot all get it at once. This precious commodity won't immediately be ready to “brighten” all our lives. We have to make do. We have to make strategic, difficult choices about how to keep our society going, even as we desperately wait for more of this "elixir" to be produced. The parallels to the pure oil needed to rededicate the Ancient Temple are actually quite striking. All of what I said above could apply to the Chanukah story OR our current pre-vaccine predicament.

More than even the holidays of Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, Pesach, Sukkot, or Purim, Chanukah teaches us about communal obligation. When we band together, we can defeat entire armies. But not only that, we can also figure out how to share our resources in a more well-thought-out manner that benefits everyone. Whether it’s olive oil, presents, gelt, the diminishing resources of our planet, or a miraculous vaccine that can put an end to this pandemic nightmare. Chanukah reminds us that we can, and must, *dedicate* and *rededicate* ourselves to one another, and to our shared benefits. When we do, we can make the most miraculous things occur.


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L’Chaim (Newsletter) Article, December, 2020: There Must Be 50 Ways to Give Tzedakah

 From the Rabbi’s Virtual Desk - There Must Be 50 Ways to Give Tzedakah.

You can give a dollar bill, Jill. Or use a credit card, Bernard. Click on a website, Dwight. Send a check in the mail, Gail. 


Ok, I think you get my point. We all know it is important to give tzedakah. But how much do we know about the challenges and barriers to RECEIVING it? Our Biblical and medieval ancestors all spoke about the inherent tensions in dealing with charitable behavior, and I think now is as good a time as any to review some basic principles. 


The Rambam (A.k.a. Moses Maimonides, 12th Century Spain & Egypt) actually wrote out a hierarchy of giving. At the lower end, it begins with giving begrudgingly in a public setting, which is NOT great… but still counts as tzedakah. Then the Rambam identifies a whole series of categories that factor in embarrassment. If the giver and the recipient know one another, that’s ok, but it CAN create embarrassment and shame. If the giver knows, but not the receiver, or vice versa, or neither, these are various levels of giving, according to the Rambam. And at the top of his list is teaching another a trade, or in some other way empowering others to assist themselves. 


This all seems theoretical, or just a nice set of guidelines to keep in mind. But right now, there is more than enough hardship and economic insecurity to go around. Many people may be on the receiving end of kindness, who never expected to find themselves there. A lot of individuals and families struggle with the shame, stigma, and self-reproach that may come with financial woes. I understand these concerns. The emotions are real… but so are the repercussions of a VERY scary economic downturn.


Please remember that Ohev Shalom is here for you, for us all. We have funds and resources that we are able - and honored - to distribute; without judgment or guilt. I know it can be challenging to ask for help, and sometimes we literally do not know how to do so. I am writing this message, right now, to tell you that ALL the stages along Rambam’s ladder of tzedakah matter. You don’t need to evaluate whether someone else’s potential need may or may not be greater than yours. Please reach out if you need help. Or if you know someone else who might, we want to know that as well. 


I cannot instruct or command you NOT to feel shame. It’s an awkward topic, plain and simple. The needs, however, are real, and so is the pain. If there are 50+ ways to GIVE tzedakah, there are surely 50 - or more - ways to receive it. All are legitimate, all are welcome, and all those needs are seen. No need to be coy, boy (or girl).

Sincerely,

Rabbi Gerber



Friday, November 27, 2020

Va-Yeitzei: Sometimes, a Mandrake is not a Mandrake...

You know that feeling, when you can cut the tension in the room with a knife? It could be for lots of different reasons - sadness, anger, desire, awkwardness - but somehow you’ve found yourself in a room with two, or more, people (you might be one of them) are experiencing a strong, uncomfortable emotion, usually yielding silence... and now no one knows what to do or say next. The tension creates a stifling energy that is palpable, thick, heavy. We’ve all been there (not infrequently in the context of Thanksgiving...). Part of the challenge of that moment is, almost nothing can ease that tension. If you try and change the subject, the tension will likely just follow your smooth transition, and even a conversation about the weather, the Eagles, or food risks dialing the awkward back up to 11. We see a fascinating example of this in our Torah portion, where the tension in question both comes to a sharp climax... and is actually not resolved at all. 

It begins with some mandrakes. Oh, sure, you’re thinking. Of course! Doesn’t drama seem to always begin with some mandrakes??? (*Awkward Silence*) Yeah, I didn’t really know what they were either. Basically, it’s a plant, with pretty flowers and roots that look like the human form when pulled out of the ground. For our purposes, it’s worth knowing that in the ancient world they were considered very potent herbs, either to stimulate conception and/or as an aphrodisiac. In our story, Jacob’s oldest son, Reuben, while still a boy, finds some mandrakes growing out in the field, and he brings them back to his mother, Leah. Innocent enough, right? But the underlying tension is that Leah has given Jacob six (!!) sons already, but Jacob still loves his OTHER wife, Rachel, who has not been able to conceive. Because of this, Rachel is VERY interested in those mandrakes... but Leah might be reticent to share them with her sister... who is also her rival!

When Rachel asks Leah for some of the mandrakes, the pressure instantly boils over! Leah snaps: “Was it not enough for you to take away my husband, that you would also take my son’s mandrakes?!?” (Gen. 30:15) The story moves on from this moment, obviously, but I wanted to stay in this discomfort for another minute, because I think many of us can TOTALLY relate to both Leah and Rachel in this predicament. One of them is feeling, “ENOUGH already!! You take, and take, and take!” The other might be feeling, “Sheesh. I just asked her for some flowers...” In many of our lives, we bicker, nitpick, squabble, and spar over the silliest of things: “He never puts the cap back on the tube!” “She hums incessantly!” “They always get into the dumbest arguments about the garden!” Sound familiar, right? Especially around the holiday season, this whole blog post might be hitting a nerve... or perhaps several dozen of them!

Ultimately, what I want to suggest to you all is, the squabbling is NOT easier. We tell ourselves over and over again, “It isn’t worth it.” I’m not going to zero in on the *real* issue, so we’ll just go on arguing about the dishes, the remote, or laundry. And I think this kind of tension is actually VERY damaging to the psyche over time. We learn to live with it, so it doesn’t cut as deep every time, but would it really be SO much worse to just talk about “the thing” itself? The elephant in the room? Maybe it seems like THAT conversation would be much, much worse... but is this languishing and bickering really SO much better? It’s the same amount of pain, just inflicted in tiny pricks over decades... and I’m pretty sure that would be considered a form of torture in some cultures! So my challenge to us all is, what would happen if you didn’t make it all about the mandrakes? What if you, and I, and everyone acknowledged when a mandrake isn’t really a mandrake, and we’re yelling at each other over an older grievance that was *never* resolved? And now it’s festering like an old wound. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of wrangling over silly things. It’s just a weed, people. What do you REALLY want to talk about?


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Friday, November 20, 2020

Tol’dot: When You Get to be MY Age...

Context is very important. Sometimes it enhances our understanding, other times it broadens it, and occasionally it can even turn things completely on their head. I especially find context to be fascinating when we may be inclined to accept someone’s narrative, just because that is what they SAY (as loudly as they can possibly say it!). If we add history, community, geography, or any number of relevant facts, the picture may shift dramatically. Our parashah this week contains several well-known Biblical stories, but there are some underlying assumptions that cloud our reading of them. Let’s see what happens when we add context...

Essentially, our Torah portion focuses on Isaac, his wife, Rebecca, and their two sons, Esau and Jacob. The part we’ll be reading this weekend comes from the middle of the story, where Isaac attempts to give Esau, his favored son, a very special “innermost blessing” (Gen. 27:4) before he dies. Rebecca orchestrates a nifty plan to make sure HER favored son, Jacob, gets that blessing instead. It’s a story filled with high drama, twists and turns, and juicy intrigue. And it also holds a sense of urgency, because Isaac declares, “I am old, and I do not know how soon I will die” (v. 2). With the patriarch at death’s door, on his deathbed, with death waiting just around the corner, one son MUST get this blessing... before it’s too late!

So, here’s the funny thing about context. A quick summary of what happens next: Jacob successfully pilfers the blessing; but he has to flee for his life from his enraged sibling; he lives with his uncle for twenty years; has 13 children; then FINALLY returns home after quite the odyssey. And who is there to greet him when he returns? His father, Isaac! A full EIGHT chapters after our dramatic story, Gen. 35:27 tells us: “Jacob came to his father, Isaac, at Mamre.” And only soon after that does Isaac actually pass. Soooo, this little nugget of information kind of changes how we view our original story, where Isaac was an awful lot more spry than he let on... Maybe he was already a senior citizen, sure, but immanently dying might have been a SLIGHT exaggeration.

My point in sharing this insight with you is really to say this: Age truly is just a number. I know people in their 90s - even 100 years old! - who adjusted to life on zoom, and who let NOTHING stop them. And I know considerably younger people who, let’s face it, incessantly talk about how old, feeble, and ancient they are. Of course, life experience has a lot to do with this, as does illness, community, family, and many other factors. But the actual NUMBER of times you’ve circled the sun is just that; a digit. This story is a good reminder to us all to make the most of each day. Sometimes you feel sluggish, laden with trouble, and even depressed, and that TOO is part of life! Nevertheless, we should all strive to counterbalance those moments with joy, wonder, and experiences that challenge us to use our brains in new ways. Your story isn’t actually ever written by anyone else. You write it, every day, and you decide what those who come after will learn from your life. Happy writing!


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Friday, November 13, 2020

Chayei Sarah (repost): My Name is Not Eliezer

Around the synagogue, you'll sometimes hear me say, "Why ruin a perfectly good question... by trying to answer it." I use that a lot in my Bible class, it makes its way into sermons and discussions on Shabbat, and surprisingly, I find myself saying it in other contexts as well. So what does it mean? Well, pretty

much exactly what it sounds like. To me, questions are MUCH more interesting than answers. Questions make you think, make you wonder; they may even open your eyes to new possibilities, new avenues of consideration. Answers end discussions. They produce finality: "Ah, now I get it. Oh well. Let's move on to something else." Questions force you to stay, to grapple, to ponder. And sometimes I really don't want to lose that wonderful wrestling match, that delicious enigma, by trying to offer a simple and conclusive answer. Exhibit A: Our Torah portion this week tells a lengthy story about Abraham's servant, but NEVER gives the guy a name. In fact, it goes out of its way NOT to name him, even though he is clearly the protagonist in our story. Why? Ok, I'll tell you why. Here's the answer:

Nope! Fooled you. No answer here. Come on, people! What did I JUST finish saying?!? Now, mind you, there is no shortage of OTHER Torah commentators who will answer this question for you. They will tell you 

that his name is Eliezer, because we see elsewhere in Genesis that Abraham had a servant by that name. They will tell you that it isn't necessary, because it's assumed. Or maybe it's irrelevant. But I purposely don't want to turn to such easy, simple, straight-forward answers. Let us, for just a few moments, sit with the discomfort of simply not knowing. I feel we MUST stop and acknowledge that the text of the Torah purposely creates awkward sentences, bends over backwards, and goes out of its way to leave this servant unnamed. Why would we ruin that by simply calling him "Eliezer," or shrugging our shoulders and saying "Who cares?" I care. And, if you're still reading this, I suppose you do as well.

I imagine - though I'm not certainly not positing a conclusive answer - that the Torah text is trying to deemphasize his role in this saga. The servant is an instrument, a tool, 

a vehicle for delivering a message from God. Abraham sends him to find a wife for his son, Isaac, and God directs his path. Perhaps if we named him, we would also want to give him credit for his incredibly successful mission? And the text is trying to suggest this was all pre-ordained. Rebecca was destined to marry Isaac, she just needed to be located, be made aware of her fate, and be brought to her intended... and "Someone" made all that happen. P.s. it's God, NOT the human in the story...

But this all could have happened in many, many other ways. Why the need for an anonymous character, and why be so EMPHATIC about his anonymity? Again, I don't want to answer this question. I want us all to consider it, to ruminate on it. Are you and I 'the servant'? Should we be 

viewing ourselves as vehicles of God, working to make the world a better place on behalf of the Almighty? Is it meant to remind us of the Unseen Hand of God that permeates all our lives? Or at the very least, all the stories of the Bible? Perhaps we can read this as telling us to look for God in unexpected places, to see the Divine in the people around us, because anyone and everyone COULD be a Messenger of God. They just don't know it themselves. Maybe. Or maybe you have your own suggestion, and perhaps you can share it with me? Just remember, we aren't looking for The Answer. We aren't searching for solutions. That would ruin this perfectly wonderful question. And I know that would make our friend, the servant, "Eliezer" very unhappy.

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Friday, November 6, 2020

Va-Yeira: A Message for All the Bad Guys Over There

Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys? So often, our human brains insist on trying to divide up the world into these two, simple, neat categories. Who is right and who is wrong? Who is like me and who is Other? It is amazing to me how insistent we are in thinking this way... and how utterly damaging and destructive it is. Even when we don’t intend to do so, we still picture the “bad guys” as terrible, morally bankrupt, soulless, evil people, and we lump them together into a monolith. It just makes things easier, doesn’t it? We don’t have to grapple with the nuance and “messiness” of knowing that they too - whoever “they” are - have families, hopes and dreams, fears, livelihoods, and redeeming qualities. This week, the Torah reminds us of the massive flaws in our dichotomous thinking... and just in time for us to try and figure out how to pick up, and reassemble, the broken pieces of our fractured country.

Our parashah first shows us the horrific tale of Sodom and Gomorrah. Pure evil, right? Irredeemable and utterly corrupt. Abraham tries to speak up for these doomed cities, urging God to search high and low for even a handful of “good apples” to save the batch. But God cannot, and so the two cities are demolished in fire and brimstone. Ok, so maybe I was wrong then? Maybe the text actually DOES want us to identify what sinister looks like, and is indeed urging us to sweep out evil from our midst? Maybe sometimes we SHOULD think in binary terms, because some things are completely awful, and therefore some other phenomena could be totally good. Well, not so fast. 

Right after this story ends, Abraham travels to a place called Gerar, where he assumes - like with the Sodomites and Gomorrah-ganders (?) (Why don’t we have a word for them?) - that “surely there is no fear of God in this place, and they will kill me because of my wife” (Gen. 20:11). But he is mistaken. The king, Avimelech, is insulted that Abraham would assume such horrid and immoral behavior. Even Abraham, who so recently tried to advocate on behalf of the Gomorrah-ites, falls back into this pattern of assuming the worst of The Other. The Torah challenges us: Don’t make these assumptions! You don’t know them, and you don’t know how they’ll behave. Maybe you saw one example of bad behavior, or even a pattern of poor decisions; do you think that encapsulates them? You wouldn’t want them to do that to you, would you?? 

This cautionary tale is so poignantly significant for this moment in our country. You may feel you have good reason to label someone else a godless heathen, an extremist, or a total Gomorrah-er. You can point to evidence, opinions, statements, and chants. Ok, but now what? Should we punish our enemies by raining down sulfurous fire on them, and blotting their name out from upon the earth? Maybe some would say “yes.” But that doesn’t really make us much better than our expectation of them, now does it? So let’s instead take a moment - or maybe we need a few weeks... - and then try to begin bridging the divide. It doesn’t require amnesia, naïveté, or an oversimplification of what’s at stake. It does, however, demand humility, compassion, and an open mind. The picture is essentially ALWAYS more complex and nuanced than we first thought. We just need to look a little closer - within and without - for the bridge-building to begin. 


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Friday, October 23, 2020

Noach: Don’t Be A Nimrod

Sometimes, reading the text of the Torah is like faking your way into a club you’re not supposed to be in. Someone thought we belonged, so we made it inside... but now we don’t know any of the lingo to be a “real” insider. And yet, it’s still amazingly cool to be here! I love when the Torah feels like this. I’m so intrigued... and so confused. Let me give you an example: Every once in a while, the Torah says something like, “Hence the expression... “blah, blah, blah.” With that brief introduction, the Torah has already revealed so much! Someone, at some point in the distant past, presented this information to an audience, and felt comfortable assuming the audience ubiquitously knew this “common” expression, and thought that the new information they were providing was merely its origin. As interlopers at this party, we just nod along and say, “oh yeah, sure! Ha! Of course! THAT expression? Yup, I totally know what you mean...” When really, we have no idea what they’re talking about.

Perhaps one of the most intriguing instances of this is presented in our Torah portion. Having concluded the story of Noah and the Flood, the Torah provides a lineage of ten generations from Noah down to Abraham. In the middle of this list, we read: “Cush also begot Nimrod, who was the first man of might on earth. He was a mighty hunter before Adonai; hence the saying, “Like Nimrod, a mighty hunter before Adonai.” (Gen. 10:8-9) (Ok, ok! Don’t blow our cover!! Just nod along, smile, and pretend you’ve DEFINITELY heard that expression before...) According to the rabbinic commentator Ibn Ezra, this was a common expression in the time of Moses... which would be around a millennium after Nimrod died! But there’s also SO MUCH more going on here, right? How amazing that we’re learning about the first superhero in the Ancient World?!? “The first man of might on earth”?? How amazing. Fun aside: Some scholars actually attribute the reversal in meaning from “mighty hunter” to “idiot, dummy, fool” to (don’t laugh) the cartoon Bugs Bunny, who first leveled “Nimrod” as an insult against Elmer Fudd... possibly meaning that Fudd, the hunter, was no Nimrod!!

We have to stop for a bit, though, and also talk about this expression, “a mighty hunter BEFORE ADONAI.” In Hebrew, the term is “Lifnei Adonai,” and if you look it up on a site like biblehub.com, you’ll find that some translations render it as “by the grace of God,” or “in the sight of the Lord,” or even “AGAINST God”! Well, those versions offer some VERY different meanings! Rabbinic commentators compare it to the Book of Jonah, where the mighty Assyrian (enemy) capital, Nineve, is described as “a great city for the Lord.” Then, the rabbis offer an interesting interpretation. God does indeed increase the strength of these people and places, but only for a period of time, SO THAT eventually God’s Greatness can be experienced through their destruction. Or, to put it another way, God was fully aware of Nimrod’s might, and even endorsed and supported it, so that when Nimrod eventually was brought low, God - and by extension, God’s people - would be glorified. It is, perhaps, a bit of a long walk, but I also understand where they’re coming from.

I genuinely adore hanging out in this fascinating nightclub that is the Torah! Half the time, I have no idea what’s going on, but it’s clearly amazing, mysterious, and intriguing. But I will also tell you, I don’t believe it was an accident that we were admitted. When we are puzzled by the Biblical stories, it may prod us to ask questions, to research sources, and try and make sense of what we’re seeing. That, my friends, is the beginning of relationship! That’s how the Torah draws us in. And while Nimrod originally meant an amazing warrior, it is also no coincidence that the expression has reversed. We strive to be a peace-loving people who venerate Adonai; not idolators who worship military expertise, violence, and war. This brief, little reference is also a reminder to us to rethink and reexamine our priorities. What REALLY makes someone great? What is at the heart of good leadership? And I think we could all agree, it is NOT being a Nimrod... no matter how you define it.


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Ark Curtain & Table Cover Descriptions

Ohev Shalom Ark Curtain and Table Cover

Introduction

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1uEKK4f3knDrj_joMsoaIVPewj_ar4u3KIn 2016, our congregation completed a large mosaic art project in the Main Sanctuary. The side walls of this cavernous prayer space now feature mosaic panels, each representing one of the ancient Twelve Tribes of Israel. Two additional panels were also crafted, one symbolizing the Levitical priests that served in the Temple in Jerusalem, and one in honor of our patriarch, Jacob’s lone daughter, Dina. But something was missing.


In the Bible, Jacob allots a double-portion to one of his children, Joseph. Joseph’s two sons, Ephraim and Menashe, thus each become tribes of Israel, yet as a result, Joseph’s name doesn’t endure among the Israelite clans! Worse still, Joseph was not included in our mosaic project. Furthermore, our Main Sanctuary Ark curtain, a solid grey color, no longer matched the vivid, evocative imagery of the room. A change was needed.


Three years later, a well-known artist, Siona Benjamin, came to Ohev Shalom for a weekend-long artist-in-residence program. Towards the end of the weekend, Rabbi Gerber and Ms. Benjamin began discussing the possibility of a collaboration on an art installation that would add color to the Ark, finally bring Joseph into our “visual story,” and also leave the impression of Siona Benjamin’s incredible artistry on our congregation.


In September, 2020, just before the Jewish High Holidays, a new Ark curtain was installed, together with a table cover for the central prayer table; both crafted by Siona Benjamin. The following is a description of some of the imagery and symbolism captured within each of these two phenomenal new ritual objects (as told by Rabbi Gerber):


Ark Curtain (Parochet)

To begin with, Siona and I focused on the Biblical character of Joseph. A well-known image associated with him is the coat of many colors, gifted to him by his father, Jacob (Gen. 37:3). I liked using this as the main depiction, due to its many layers of meaning: It represents Joseph’s youth, the love of his father, but also the bitter jealousy of his brothers, and the very object that those same siblings would bring back to Jacob (drenched in lamb’s blood) to falsely claim he had been killed. Later, when Joseph became the grand-vizier of Egypt, he would again be wearing beautifully adorned clothing, this time, however, infused with genuine power… yet also deeper humility and wisdom after all he had been through.


Joseph himself is a complex character, first immature, bratty, and also naive, while later clever and plotting, yet benevolent. To represent this, the Ark curtain is a layered image. The outline is a coat, but then a tree is hiding within it, and a cup is hidden inside that, a bird lurks deeper still, and various other veiled symbols are embedded even further. 


Here are some of the images specifically related to Joseph’s story:

  • The goblet inside the coat represents two important cups in Joseph’s life. First, he interprets a dream for Pharaoh’s cupbearer (chapter 40), who then eventually remembers Joseph’s assistance and tells Pharaoh. Later, when Joseph forms an elaborate plan to punish his brothers (or perhaps test their loyalty…), he hides his own chalice in his brother, Benjamin’s bag (44:2), in order to ensnare them. Both vessels changed the course of Joseph’s life.

  • Along the top of the Ark curtain are the sun, the moon, and eleven stars. These represent Joseph’s dream in his youth, about how his parents and brothers would one day bow down to him (37:9).

  • Hidden throughout the curtain are seven ears of grain and seven spectral cows, harkening back to Pharaoh’s “uninterpretable” dreams (41:2-7). 


In addition, there are symbols representing God and Torah writ large:

  • The Hebrew letter “shin” - ש - is often used to represent God (through one of God’s names “Shaddai”), e.g. on the tefillin and on the mezuzah. In the rays of the sun on the curtain one might notice several instances of the letter shin. Additional shins emanate from the tree inside the coat as well. This symbolizes God’s Presence, sometimes evident and discernible, other times imperceptible and ephemeral. 

  • The budding tree is a symbol of our Torah, as described in Proverbs, 3:18: “It is a tree of life to all who grasp onto it.” In Siona Benjamin’s stunning depiction, the tree sprouts beyond the bounds of the coat, even though it is meant to be part of its “design.” This symbolizes how the teachings of our Tradition cannot stay on the page, but rather insist on “breaking out” of their bounds, to impact our lives and our world… even to this day.

  • There is also a Star of David in the lower left corner, but it appears, perhaps, to be spinning and radiating color! This is meant to evoke an ancient rabbinic teaching from Pirkei Avot, the Ethics of Our Ancestors: “Turn it and turn it, for everything is in it” (5:22). This is a reminder that, whether it be art or religion, its potential for interpretation and meaning-making is limitless!

  • The Torah is also sometimes depicted as water, nourishing and refreshing us. Water features prominently on the Ark curtain, both with the flowing waves along the bottom (a signature of Siona Benjamin’s beautiful artwork), as well as the cascading waterfall behind the tree. The colors of the waterfall may also evoke the stripes of a tallit. 

  • Just above the spinning star, one can also spot a bird’s head, peeking out from behind the tree. The bird is holding an olive branch, which is both a well-known symbol of peace, and a nod to the name of our beloved congregation, Ohev Shalom, “Lover of Peace.”


Table (Amud) Cover

Accompanying the Ark curtain is a new cover for our reader’s table, also called the Amud. This cover features two distinct sides; one visible to anyone standing and looking out at the congregation, and a second one, displayed for the congregation to enjoy from the pews. Each side has meaning, and each is also connected back to the Ark curtain:


Table Side:

When standing at the Amud, one looks down at branches sprouting out from a central point. These are meant to be extensions of the branches from the Ark curtain, as if to say that the Teaching found within the Ark extends out to the table, and then spreads yet further out to the congregation. It is also important to note that the observer is standing between the two artistic renderings; a reminder that we, the congregants, are a necessary partner in the dissemination of our heritage. Without us, it cannot emerge from the Ark or be read from the table!


The branches of the tree on the Amud grow out into seven distinct “buds” that are also flames. Indeed, these shoots form a Menorah. The Menorah is an important Jewish ritual object and symbol. In addition, this same combination of tree/candelabra already existed in Ohev’s Main Sanctuary, in the form of a sculpture from the 1960s. The table cover thus offers an homage to Ohev Shalom’s vibrant history. 


Interestingly, when I shared these descriptions on Facebook, a clergy colleague of mine pointed out how the tree/Menorah combo, at least in this particular instance, also greatly resembles the Burning Bush (Exodus 3:2)! As one of the Torah’s first tangible symbols of God’s Presence, it is wonderfully fitting to depict this on our Reader’s Table… and I love that new interpretations are already emerging.


Painted water drops “trickle down” along the table cover, further representing how our Torah sustains us. In the center of this sprinkling, one can also see the word “Mayim” (מיים), which is the Hebrew word for “water.” It is, however, misspelled… sort of. Mayim is more often spelled with just one “yud” (מים). Using two “yud’s” adds two important Midrashim (commentary/interpretations): It now resembles the word “Chayim” (חיים), meaning “life,” reminding us yet again of the eternal value of our heritage, and also the enduring spirit of the Jewish people. Second, in numerology, the letters of “Mayim” using this spelling produce the number 100 (40+10+10+40), meant as a celebration of Ohev Shalom’s Centennial, during which these objects were dedicated.


One final note: Behind the branches of the Menorah, one can see the same shadings of deep blue and bright yellow, paralleling the colors behind the coat on the curtain. 


Congregation Side:

The image facing the congregation continues the theme of the rippling waves from the Ark curtain. It is also the end-point of the drops of water that began in the curtain’s waterfall, then “splashed” onto the table cover, and now “spill” down further still. However, it is actually not an ending at all! The edge of the cloth has beautiful beads hanging down, as if to depict the drops of water emerging from the textile and become three-dimensional. Like the tree on the Ark curtain, this symbolizes how our heritage cannot remain on the parchment or in a book; it needs to pour forth, and water our day-to-day lives as well. 


The central image on this side of the artwork is a blue lotus flower. It may evoke a connection to the Ner Tamid, the Eternal Light, located in a straight line above/behind the table. The light of the Ner Tamid, in a sense, becomes a flower that opens up and spreads beauty and joy all around. The lotus is also a representation of our incredible artist, Siona Benjamin, and her heritage as an Indian Jew. Despite growing up Jewish, she sometimes felt excluded from the “normative” Jewish community, especially in America. It reminds us of the centrality of diversity, unity, openness, and inclusion. All are welcome here, and all are part of our community!


(Updated 09-16-20)

Friday, October 16, 2020

Bereisheet: I Changed My Mind

This week, we start the Torah reading cycle all over again. With the pandemic continuing to plague our world and with an ominous election approaching in just a few more weeks, I think new beginnings are really on EVERYONE'S minds. How do we start over? Where do we begin? How do we know what lies ahead, and when we realize we have absolutely NO WAY of knowing what lies ahead, how do we learn to prepare and plan... yet ultimately accept what's coming? The Torah (unsurprisingly) doesn't offer answers, but it DOES offer a manual, a code book, a guide. It is a reference work that can help you think about your own choices, your conclusions, and how to adjust them as facts change. The Torah is saying: "You need to be flexible enough to incorporate change into everything you do."

How does the Torah show us this? Well, from the very Beginning, it portrays God as demonstrating these characteristics. Sometimes God overtly states, "I regret that decision," while other times the text subtly presents shifts in God's thinking and attitude, and lets you discover for yourself that God is, indeed, saying, "I Changed My Mind." Let me give you an example: The Book of Genesis begins with TWO different Creation stories. It's possible they're the same story, just summarized and then fleshed out, and that's certainly what some commentators suggest... but you have to do a fair bit of mental gymnastics to square the two. I'm not going to spend more time on the existence of consecutive origin stories, but if you want to read more about it, you can click here and read what I wrote in 2019. For my purposes here, what I want to highlight is how God has one plan for how humans will interact with the rest of nature... and then God pulls back from it.

In Genesis, chapter one, God gives humans free reign: "God blessed them and said to them, "Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground." (28) The two central verbs here are "Lirdot" and "Lichvosh," meaning reign over, subdue, subjugate, dominate, and even tyrannize, believe it or not. "YOU are in charge, here are the keys to the house, go nuts." Very quickly, God learns what a massive mistake that is. We have tremendous capacity for good and compassion, for sure... but we also wreak immense havoc on our surroundings, and we can be horrifically selfish and callous. By chapter two, God has realized we cannot be trusted with that much power. When we get to the second Creation story, and God commands Adam regarding the Garden, God now states: "God placed Adam in the Garden of Eden to cultivate it and guard it." (15) These are VERY different verbs!

God has reworded the instruction, now tasking humans to "La'Avod" and "Lishmor," to work/till/tend/cultivate, and to protect/keep/watch over/take care of/guard our charge. What a striking change! And again, my larger point here isn't even about our environmental responsibilities to the earth (though that is vital as well), but rather about being able and willing to learn, incorporate new information, and adjust. The Torah is saying, if God can change God's Mind, surely we can do the same. If we realize we're not taking something seriously enough, or not as aware of someone else's oppression, or if we discover we've hurt someone else very badly; we have to learn to be contrite. Can we be humble enough to pull back and say "I was wrong"? New beginnings are always hard... but I think they're even harder if/when we don't want to learn anything new, or change any aspect of our behavior. So as we prepare to restart the Torah, AND vote (please vote!!), AND pray more fervently for a vaccine, let's also work on ourselves, and our own ability to change direction and stay in the discomfort of humility. It might not be easy, but it's a very good place to start...


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1. pixabay
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3. Mark Moz on Flickr
4. needpix.com


Friday, October 2, 2020

Neilah (End of Yom Kippur) Sermon 5781/2020

Do you know what people DON’T want to talk about on Yom Kippur? Food. Drink. Everyone has that ONE friend or family member - or maybe YOU’RE that person - who insists on talking about their favorite foods, or perhaps more specifically what they plan on eating to break the fast. I know that the fasting is NOT the easiest part. And I certainly can agree that if the rabbis had allowed drinking - even just water - would that have been SO bad? 

    I also sometimes hear from people who say that it’s confusing why we fast. Are we mourning? Is this a sad fast? To which the answer is, no. We have sad observances also, and unfortunately, our Jewish history has warranted the institutions of new fasts or more reasons to abstain from food, from time to time. Fasting is indeed a way that we express communal grief and sadness. But Yom Kippur is not a sad day. Then, when I proceed to explain that today is about intentionality, focus, setting aside material needs to really commit ourselves to the introspective work of self-examination, asking and accepting forgiveness, and striving to be better in the year ahead… I get confused looks. Inevitably, someone will say (and I imagine they are expressing the sentiments of countless others): “I think I could focus better if I wasn’t so hungry.”

   

I get it. I FEEL it. Headaches, fatigue, discomfort, dry mouth, irritability; all the signs of hunger and thirst. I GET IT, OK??? STOP NAGGING ME!!! Sorry, just a little grouchy this evening; I apologize… But here’s the thing; if you had food, if you had water or juice, if you could soothe all these uncomfortable, annoying feelings right now… wouldn’t you be sooo tempted to just go back to regular life? To talk about the weather, the Phillies, the Eagles, the election, our families, and aaaaaaall the other things that take up everyday life. When you feel this hunger and fatigue… you almost CAN’T focus on anything else. The very thing that we spend Yom Kippur grumbling and complaining about IS the thing that keeps us present to the day.

    And related to that, I also want to say that our culture is often one of instant-gratification, or - if we’re feeling generous and bountiful - we’re willing to accept a SLIGHT delay in our gratification. Just enough for that food order to arrive from GrubHub or DoorDash or UberEats. The truth is, we do NOT like to sit in uncomfortable emotions. And believe you me, this sermon - perhaps more than any others I’ve delivered these High Holidays - is being preached inward as well as outward. It is HARD to stay in the emotions of fear, anger, loneliness, frustration, sadness, embarrassment, and shame. Every fiber of our being may be screaming “RESOLVE THIS!!! For God’s Sake, someone tell a joke or play a happy song or bring me my takeout order! This. Is. Unbearable.” 

Even just silence is sometimes hard to bear. When we have shiva services over zoom, I open up the floor to allow people to speak about the deceased. And sometimes no one wants to unmute and grab that microphone. 10 seconds of silence, with all of us just staring at one another, can feel like an absolute ETERNITY! And it’s happened a couple times throughout these holiday services as well.

    If, however, we are serious about working on ourselves, on being better in the year to come, and genuinely wanting to be a healthier, more harmonious person emotionally, spiritually, mentally, and physically, we need to shift our goal. This is hard to do. This takes a lot of work. Luckily we still have another hour and a half in which to work on this... oh yeah, AND then we have opportunities into Sukkot… I guess then also New Year’s Resolutions we can make on January 1st, and then other opportunities to improve before we get to next Rosh Hashanah and start this all over again. We DO get more chances; the gate is not closing on God’s end. But maybe we’re all selling ourselves short? Closing the gate, and blocking ourselves from being more present, whole, and harmonious? Why are we willing to be unhappy, maladjusted, uncomfortable, and not-whole, when there IS an alternative? When we reject the chance to improve, to make our lives and indeed the whole world a better place, we are closing the gates on ourselves. No one is slamming it in our faces… we are.

    So if we want to stop hurting ourselves, we need to shift our goal. The objective is NOT to avoid feeling sad, unhappy, angry, offended, or ashamed. Those are human emotions, and we are MEANT to feel them like all the other ones. Yom Kippur is saying “Don’t eat your problems away. Don’t drink them away - with a stiff drink or a soft one - don’t self-medicate them away in the myriad ways that we all create coping mechanisms so as NOT to work on these issues. Just Be. Even when you’re feeling sad and alone; Just Be. 

    Throughout Yom Kippur, I’ve referenced the Still, Small Voice, the Kol Demama Daka, that we are meant to listen to. The voice of God, the voice of morality, the sound of kindness and compassion that is appealing to us at all times. But there is also a Kol Demama Daka inside each of us. Sometimes we’re too stressed, too busy, too preoccupied with family and friends, with games on our phones or scrolling through Social Media. Life. Is. Hectic. It is full of distractions and to-do lists of things that genuinely have to be done. And take up our time, energy, resources, and money. And yet, the Kol Demama Daka IS still there. There is always a voice telling us we COULD be more harmonious, more purposeful, kinder, more connected. Sometimes it’s just really, really faint. It’s hard to hear it, especially when we’re chewing, sipping, driving, exercising, scrolling, chatting, fixing, zooming. It can be so, so hard to hear it…

    Hillel the Elder once wrote in Pirkei Avot, the Ethics of Our Ancestors: “Do not say, ‘when I have leisure time I will study,’ for perhaps you will never have leisure time!” Or, as John Lennon is erroneously credited for having written in his song “Beautiful Boy”: “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” (It was actually first attributed to a cartoonist, Allen Saunders, from 1957…) Either way, the points that Hillel and John-slash-Allen are making are one and the same: Do it NOW! There are a million reasons to wait, to postpone, to delay, to first get something to eat and drink - maybe some egg salad on a bagel, and a nice glass of cold apple juice - and THEN we’ll work on ourselves. Then we’ll take the time to study, to introspect, to consider, to delve, and to REALLY commit to making serious changes. But we don’t.

    Is it really true that if we had something to eat and a glass of… whatever, that we would be more focused, attentive, awake… AND willing to spend time on this? No! We would want to move on to the next thing. Get ready for tomorrow’s to-do’s, plan next week, think about Halloween, the impending election, the environment. ALL these things would snap us back to reality. Oddly enough, the fasting DOES help us keep our own feet to the fire (at least, potentially…). It can force us to stay with ourselves, in that pew, in that chair in the corner of your dining room, facing that screen, thinking about what/how you want to change. 

    I wish I could invite you all to come and say a prayer before the open Ark. Our final service of Yom Kippur, called Neilah, is that most special of services where the Ark remains open for about an hour; the entire repetition of the Amidah. Many years ago, we began the tradition of inviting people to come up - whenever they’d like to - during this time to say a prayer of their own in front of the scrolls. Many synagogues do this; it has the potential to be quite powerful… Sadly, I can’t do that. But that also means we are all forced to remember that God is all around; God is no more here, in front of this particular (and suddenly much more colorful, vibrant, and beautiful) Ark, than any Ark in a shul anywhere in the world! It would be easy to use this as yet another excuse NOT to be present. “I would be focused, but I can’t approach the Ark.” Again, I get it. 

    There is a powerful reading in our Machzor that we won’t be doing out loud. It’s on page 3, at the very start of your prayer book. It’s called “Now is the Time for Turning.” And it would be easy to say “well ‘now’ could be anytime. Maybe it was actually last High Holidays, or last week, OR it’s coming up; in six months or 30 years into the future!” But “now” could also be… “now.” I can’t invite you to the Ark, I won’t be checking if you remain standing for Neilah, and I’ll never know if you used this time to listen for the Still, Small, Voice - the Kol Demama Daka - that is calling out to you,
because it is ALWAYS calling out to you. And I’m not going to read “Now is the Time for Turning” out loud. I simply invite you to all these things. I invite you to take this opportunity. To not worry about the egg salad and apple juice, to not make other plans, to not picture God somewhere else… ANYWHERE else. Be Here Now. Listen for the voice. Don’t close your gate. Be. Here. Now. (pg. 408)

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