Before Shabbat

And that’s just what Passover is all about. There is the story of the Exodus itself, a quintessential exploration of moving from one place to a radically different location. On a deeper level, it is all about the movement that is a part of existence itself.

We are confronted almost every day with a question: are you moving forward or backward? Will you reach for freedom or fall back into servitude – in this case, servitude to bad habits and laziness.

It also begs the question: are we capable of changing? Can we decide to actually improve our lives by changing our behavior? Can we make new choices that veer away from what we “always” choose? Can we order a new dish at a regularly frequented restaurant? Can we respond to a child’s tantrum with less frustration and more empathy? Can we take a deep breath when someone cuts us off in traffic rather than speeding up to box him in?

It’s easy to say, “Of course we can change!” But to actually make the change is a whole different ballgame.

After getting to the other side of the Sea of Reeds, our ancestors cheered. But later, as they sat in their tents I imagine they wondered, “Now what”?

I thought about that when I went up to the third floor today to survey the empty room that was packed with guests and haggadahs and parsley and so forth a few nights before. I stood in that tent and I wondered, “Now what?” Have we taken away some teachings, some thoughts about change? Have we been inspired to step out from the tent and do something that might bring some love and hope into the world?

Passover is a yearly dose of optimism. It is a reminder that the cycle of liberation and redemption is not easy. As Richie Havens once sang, “It’s a long long road/Before we’ll be free.”

Passover reminds us that we are liberated not as individuals, but as a people. We cross the sea together with our tribe – AND the multitudes, Egyptians and foreign slaves who came along with the Israelites because they learned from us that no one deserved to be a slave, that there was more to life than living under the whip of an oppressor.

Can we be free? Can we free ourselves? Can we free others? Can we change the way we’ve been living to accommodate the needy? How can we say no? Come out from the darkness of your tent and celebrate in the light of day. And then be the change.

Shabbat Shalom and Happy Passover.

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This year more than most, I’ve reflected on the deeper meanings that undergird the Exodus story. It’s one of those Hillel moments: If not now, when?

We are so lucky, as Americans and as Jews, to live in a place that provides such freedom. Our choices are so varied and so plentiful. Just contemplating what life might be like were we to lose even a fraction of those rights is so unbearable – but not unimaginable.

We must extrapolate from that thought of just how precious our basic rights are to acknowledge how many people have no basic rights. As we sit at our Seders it would be sinful not to pause and say this out loud. It would be shirking our responsibility as Jews were we not to balance our gratitude with a sense of a moral calling.

What follows are a few links to websites with some inspiring supplements for your Passover seder. As good as the meal may be, the sweetest part is always the connection between everyone at the table. In this case, the connecting theme is that none of are free until all of us are free.

We do a lot of eating and laughing and loving at our Passover seder. And we also make a lot of promises about what we might want to do to make a difference. I’d like to suggest a few things you might consider proposing to your seder guests.

1. Click this link. It will lead you to a Youcaring website featuring Jennifer Pilalas, a wonderful young woman who is going to a Greek island next week to help refugees who have ended up there and now have no place else to go. We met her at TBA last Sunday. She was in the audience to hear Dima Basha speak about her life as a Syrian refugee. Money to Jennifer will help her purchase food and medical supplies and clothing. It would be a good thing to help her out.
2. Click this link to find some great readings to add to your seder from American Jewish World Service. They do invaluable work.
3. Click this link for the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society, an organization that has worked very hard to help all refugees from all over the world to make a better life. They have a few great readings for your seder as well.
4. Commit to checking out what’s going on with our temple’s domestic violence social justice work. Ask what you can do to make a difference in helping free people enslaved by fear and tyranny – in their own homes.

We celebrate our liberation and redemption on Monday night. How can we extend a hand to those who struggle for freedom? For justice? For human rights and dignity?

Have a sweet and memorable Passover. And remember, the theme this year is: none of are free until all of us are free.

Shabbat Shalom and a zissen Pesach,

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Despite the joy in seeing old friends and the unique thrill of adult study with scholars on a variety of disparate topics, the tenor of the conference was troubled. The challenges of being a religious movement with a history of social justice in a time of Islamophobia, the retrenchment of voting rights, and the catastrophe of mass incarceration, to name just a few major American crises, are daunting.

We heard from many African American leaders, as one might expect in Atlanta, the cradle of the civil rights movement. They reminded us of past coalitions between Jews and black folk. They remembered the bravery of Jewish freedom riders. They praised the resolve of The Temple, which on October 12, 1958, was devastated by fifty sticks of dynamite, but whose members refused to be cowed into submission. Rev. Raphael Warnock of the Ebenezer Baptist Church inspired us to think about justice in a new way. Cornell Brooks, head of the NAACP explicitly invited the Reform community to enter into a new coalition, a new covenant with the African-American churches, to right wrongs that are inimical to a thriving democracy.

The driving force that created this new reevaluation of the relationship between the black community and the Jewish community is antisemitism. The fact is, American Jews are not used to feeling so vulnerable. The sense of being at risk is not anything we’ve had to handle over the past 30 years. Our black brothers and sisters could empathize with our plight, and we are gaining an appreciation for the ongoing vulnerability of the black community, a la Black Lives Matter.

So what happens when one of the major manifestations of antisemitism during this period, the bomb scares to JCCs all over the country, turn out to be perpetrated, not by a rabid antisemite, but rather by a mentally ill Israeli Jew?  Israel Police spokesman Micky Rosenfeld said the suspect allegedly placed dozens of threatening phone calls to public venues, synagogues and community buildings in the US, New Zealand and Australia. He also made a threat to Delta Airlines, causing a flight in February 2015 to make an emergency landing. The unnamed teen made over 100 hoax bomb threats against Jewish institutions across the US and elsewhere. He reportedly began making the calls after the army refused to accept him for military service, apparently on medical grounds.

When I heard this news while packing my things to return home just yesterday, I felt many things at once. I felt relieved that there was not some large and sinister antisemitic conspiracy out to get us. I felt embarrassment that the culprit behind all of this nefarious behavior was not some alt right bottom feeder, but was in fact ‘one of us.’

And I wondered if, once the sting of antisemitism subsides, once the truth sets in, if we will feel less urgency to come to the aid of those who feel ostracized and vulnerable. Will the words of Cornell Brooks inspire us less as our paths diverge? I hope not. I hope that as Passover approaches, the teaching that, “None of us are free until all of us are free,” inspires us to stand for freedom. It should not take the experience of being actively threatened as Jews to reintroduce us to the concept that right now there are people in our country who are threatened.

If there is anything to learn in the aftermath of the arrest of this Israeli teen, it is that being endangered feels awful and disempowering. The only true response to feeling vulnerable is not to curl up into a fetal position but rather to reach out, unafraid, and look for the helping hand of another. Following the arrest of this sick kid, we feel less vulnerable; we are not reaching out. But others are. We need to reach back.

Shabbat Shalom

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When you get to a certain age, you begin to translate ‘in the future,’ for ‘after I’m gone.’ That fact, in and of itself, is not so depressing. If I’ve learned anything as a congregational rabbi for 35 years, it’s the truth of mortality, that all things must pass.

Christians considered mortality a grievous punishment and some Jews as well, dealt out by a very angry God who said, “Don’t eat from the tree of knowledge of good and evil.” But of course that’s exactly what they do – break the only rule God gives them. Which is how human mortality comes into the world.

I’m kind of glad that in the Adam and Eve story, they did what humans do. They were curious and daring, and not subservient. True they lose the gift of immortality. But in all honesty, would you want to live forever? I wouldn’t want that.

While death and dying are often heartbreaking and tragic, the fact of our mortality spurs us to push harder, to reach higher, and to experience the intensity and sweetness that life has to offer. What would life be like without death? The obvious answer would be: there would be nothing left to call ‘life,’ since life can only exist in conjunction with death… Given that we would be immortal, which might be something different than being either dead or alive, how would we then come to value our ‘lives’? Would we still be able to appreciate the beauty of things? Would we even be capable of experiencing emotions in any sense? After all: how happy or sad would we feel if we would come to experience an event that we had experienced an infinite number of times already? Wouldn’t that downgrade the relative value of each moment of – let’s say – sadness? And wouldn’t immortality change how we would appreciate anything beautiful or moving?

I would’ve loved to live at a time when people will leave this planet and colonize distant worlds. I hope I get to own a driverless car. I would’ve liked to see the cure for cancer. I’d always hoped to see Israel arrive at a just peace with the Palestinian people. I fear these are all things not on the near horizon of my life. Even if I get to live to age 100, I don’t think I will see these things.

The Jewish response to this lament is not to get all sad and morose. Rather, it’s to say, “My progeny will see these things, and that has to be good enough for me.” And it is – most of the time. Sure, I occasionally feel some envy over what hasn’t yet arrived. But that’s beside the point. Life and love and learning and art and music and service and joy are the things that drive me to do what I do, and then to share them with others, to truly get the most out of this life.

A moment of gratitude then, for my life. And a moment of gratitude for your life, too. I get to share my life with yours: in print, in a blog, or up close and personal.  To study together, laugh and cry together, travel together, to embrace, shake a hand, acknowledge we share the most precious gift. Of course, there’s so much I will never know or experience. In the meantime, thank God for this moment in time, a moment to give thanks.

Shabbat Shalom

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I didn’t have time to meet with him while he was in town to prepare for his move. But, I told him that the following night was Purim, and he was cordially invited to join us. He graciously accepted and told me how much he looked forward to our meeting. I think I warned him about what it could be like: people in costume, maybe some whiskey being consumed, noisy Jews…

Bill was and probably still is, right out of Garrison Keillor’s Lake Woebegon. He is quiet, dignified, and self-effacing. Nothing in Minnesota could possibly prepare him for what he witnessed. I didn’t fully realize the import of my invitation until he walked in. I saw fear and concern in his eyes. A lapsed Lutheran, a sect not known for parties, Bill looked at a room filled kids and adults in costumes, including a couple of drag queens and a convincing Angel of Death. I’m sure he wondered, “Are these Jews? Will I have to do this, too, walking around in some relatively embarrassing adult costume? Making noise?? Lots of noise???” As Garrison Keillor would tell you, Lutherans are not famous for making lots of noise.

I felt bad for him. It reminded me of the time my mother of blessed memory invited her beau, Sid, to meet her children. We were a motley crew in those days, nothing a bachelor in his 50s would dare get too close to. At the end of a raucous dinner, Sid confided to my mother, “Shirley, I don’t know if I can do this.” My mom said, “I get it. But you don’t get me without them. It’s a package deal.”

Sid walked away. For about a week, as I recall (my sisters will no doubt fill in more details after they read this…). However, my mom was irresistible. Her children? Not so much. But as she said, it was a package deal. They got married and lived a very loving life together.

Bill and I tried to have a serious conversation that night (after I removed my Carnac the Great Crown). But we were endlessly interrupted, like Tom Cruise’s Princeton interview in Risky Business. “It’s not usually like this,” I said, not really apologizing so much as reassuring. “It’s a package deal.”

Under our veneer of civility, we Jews have a real passion for singing and shouting and dancing. We love strong flavors. We love laughter. As a people with a deep and enduring culture, we can’t get enough of life. We welcome yin and yang. The yetzer tov and the yetzer   ha-ra — the good impulse and the evil impulse.We mourn with compassion, and we celebrate with gusto. We try not to hold too much back. We’re all in.

Celebrating Purim, this crazy antinomian Jewish holiday that never uses God’s name reminds us to lighten up and cheer for fairy tales and happy endings. Bill went through with it and became Jewish. He’s endured great hardships in his life since that moment, and I pray his decision to become a part of the Jewish family helped him get by with a little more joy than oy. It’s a package deal.

Shabbat Shalom and Hag Purim Sameach!

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This current period in America is not pre-Holocaust Germany. Rising antisemitism today in America is not the antisemitism of Henry Ford and Father Coughlin. History does not repeat itself.

However, it would be foolish of us not to pay close attention to recent incidents of antisemitism. Incidents in Newton, whether swastikas in a school or bomb threats to our own Leventhal-Sidman JCC, cemetery desecrations in St Louis and Philadelphia or other crimes, must be taken seriously.

These demeaning, regressive, transgressive acts are all part of a larger movement of frustrated men and women who feel cut off and misunderstood and need to blame someone.  What happens when these folks see people succeeding in a world in which they cannot keep up? What do people do when they believe the world owes them a living? How do they achieve revenge?  They seek to define the “other”: the foreigner, the non-Christian, and the true cause of their dilemma, the real reason they cannot get ahead.

It is a familiar toxic response of the disenfranchised that is tangled in the roots of Western civilization. It is a noxious weed that appears whenever there is a rise in diverse populations mixing and working and playing and living and loving together. It is Jim Crow. It is the Nuremberg Laws. It is anti-immigrant legislation.

But this is not history repeating itself. Because we are not who our ancestors were. We learn from the past. We see what happened and how things succeeded and how they failed. We take note and we analyze options. We know that wishing it away is foolish. We know that trusting the fact that things have been worse but we weathered the storm is frighteningly short-sighted.

History is not some quantifiable thing that moves like a glacier or a missile or an asteroid. It is a dark, inchoate mass that sits there in the rearview mirror as we drive forward. We learn from the past by sifting through the mess and finding relevant bits and pieces that may explain how we got to where we are. We may find pathways that can lead us back to stories of those who have come before. The lives of others can help us in our choices. The experiences of others can guide us to live more thoughtfully.

We are not a helpless community living at the whim of others. The American Jewish community today is profoundly strong. We are leaders in every major arena of American life (except maybe hockey…). Very importantly, there are 30 Jews in Congress, 28 Democrats and two Republicans. They make up 8% of the Senate versus 5% of the House. And don’t forget, Jews are less than 2% of the American population.

We have options. We have a voice. We want to know: Why don’t we know yet who’s responsible for the cemetery desecrations? Why haven’t we gotten anywhere discovering who these hateful callers to JCCs are?

I’m not sure when the term, “Never again”, was connected to the Holocaust and Jewish life. It’s always meant to me that never will we make the same choices. Never again will we wait. Every JCC in America is connected to us. Every synagogue is a part of us. Our dead are buried in every Jewish cemetery. There is no them here.

And, as if I have to write this, there is no “us” and “them”. We are the Indian engineers who were shot and killed. We are the people who cannot find safety in America because of their faith or their nation of origin. We are the undocumented workers who keep this nation on the tracks, who live in fear of being run out of this country. Jews know better than most that there is no “other”. There are only us. It’s up to us to stand tall and remain vigilant and vocal. It’s up to us to take the lessons of history and teach the world what it means to oppose hatred and ignorance.

Shabbat Shalom,

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