Elul 6: Morning Quiet is Peace

I’m just one person. I am not a world leader. I cannot control the destiny of nations. I cannot decide whether to send out an army, or drones, or decide not to. I can elect those who have that power, but my vote does not really control what they do.

So in my smaller world, where can I find peace? What can I do to achieve peace?

I am fortunate to live in a nice home, in a nice neighborhood. I don’t go to bed hungry, and neither does my family. So when I wake up in the morning, I find peace. I step outside to get the paper and get to enjoy the quiet, and the sky, and the trees around the neighborhood. It’s still early, it’s quiet, and there’s no conflict. These days I often leave home before my wife wakes up, so as she lies there, there is peace. I get to my desk at the office, usually before most other people, and as I sip my morning coffee, there is peace.

I know that some people view me as cranky at times, but I’m sincerely trying to change. A cancer scare does that. But I’m really trying to be calmer, more forgiving, more tolerant. I’m much more patient waiting in lines, or dealing with traffic, than I used to be. I try to put into practice what I learn in my yoga class, and in times of stress, I take deep breaths, do a calming hand gesture, and practice mindfulness. It helps.

If the flap of a butterfly’s wings in Brazil can set off a tornado in Texas, maybe if I can achieve peace in my world, that might have its own ripple effect. And if I can be the calm in the middle of whatever storm might arise, then maybe my peace will spread.

Paul Glaser is an appellate court trial attorney. He is also my “bimah partner” who week after week has my back as we try to provide a meaningful worship experience. He does so with grace, compassion and a sense of humor. Cranky–not so much–but he does like things to run smoothly and on time.

Elul 5: Justice and Peace Shall You Pursue

One verse. That is all we are going to discuss today. One verse. Tzedek, Tzedek, tirdof.

Who can translate it? “Justice, Justice shall you pursue.” What does just mean? Behaving or being morally right or fair. Synonyms include: fair, equitable, impartial, unbiased, objective. There was a fair amount of discussion about whether law, which is different from justice, can be equitable or not.

What does tzedek remind you of? Tzadik, a righteous person and tzadakah, the obligation of righteous giving.

Why is tzedek repeated here? The rabbis teach there are no extra words in Torah so why repeat? For emphasis. To make the point that we must pursue justice for ourselves and for others, especially the widow, the orphan the stranger. To remind us that justice must be fair—and impartial—not favoring the rich or showing deference to the poor.

What does pursue mean—to chase after, to actively run after.  How?

The rest of the portion is about the how. It tells us how to set up courts, how to try a capital case—there must be at least two witnesses or three to enact the death penalty, how to fight a just war, and the principle of bal tashchit, not destroying.

Let’s talk about the why. Why now? The Israelites are about to enter the land. And we’ve been told, it is a good land, a land flowing with milk and honey. They are going to set up a utopian society. In fact the Puritans, much later, would use these very verses from Deuteronomy to set up their own utopian society on these shores. They need these rules in order to set up a just society. They need to be reminded that “You shall not judge unfairly; you shall show no partiality; you shall not take bribes, for bribes blind the eyes of the discerning and upset the plea of the just.”

We can all picture Lady Justice blindfolded with her scales balanced. And we could debate whether, even in this country, we have achieved blind justice. I think we would have to agree, in light of Ferguson and other cases here in the United States, that the answer would be no—but that would be a debate that could take all afternoon. I don’t think the ideal has been achieved in Israel either. Yet this verse, “Justice, Justice shall you pursue” is the Biblical goal, the Biblical mandate.

There is only one other time that the verb pursue is used to describe an ideal. What is that? “Seek peace and pursue it.” Psalm 34:14. And while this verse comes from Psalms, this verse is given the full weight of a mitzvah, commandment, even though it does not come from the Torah. Seeking peace these days is difficult. It may even seem impossible. And yet, and yet, we are commanded to, we are obligated to, just like we are obligated to set up a just society.

What is the connection between the verses? Without justice, there cannot be peace. Without peace it is hard to achieve justice.

Why two verbs—seek and pursue? The rabbis answer, “Seek it in your place and pursue it in another.”

Rabbi Amy Eilberg, the first Conservative woman rabbi said in her recent book, “From Enemy to Friend, Jewish Wisdom and the Pursuit of Peace, “The two verbs convey different elements of the command: seek peace when conflict comes to your doorstep but do not stop there. You must energetically pursue opportunities to practice peace, near and far for it is the work of G-d.”

She points out that the Hafetz Hayyim said, “Seek it (peace) for your loved one and pursue it with your enemy. Seek it in your place and pursue it in other places. Seek it with your body and pursue it with your material resources. Seek it for your own benefit and pursue it for the benefit of others. Seek it today and pursue it for tomorrow. With reference to “seek it tomorrow” it teaches that one should not despair, thinking that one cannot make peace but rather one should pursue peace today and also tomorrow and on the day afterwards until one reaches it.”

 

So in our troubled world, this brings me hope. Even if peace seems distant. Even if peace seems nearly impossible, we should pursue peace. Today and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

Elul 4: Shabbat Shalom

“Peace I ask of thee O River. Peace, peace, peace. When I learn to live serenely, cares will cease. From the hills I gather courage. Visions of the day to be. Strength to lead and faith to follow. All are given onto me. Peace I ask of Thee O River. Peace. Peace. Peace.”

It’s an old Girl Scout song. One we used to sing just before Taps. It was always calming and hopeful. Maybe I will have strength to lead, if I can just be like a river. Maybe the river will bring peace. Since I loved canoeing, I was frequently on a Michigan river, where I would draw inspiration. Just ask my family about car trips up north. As we go over each river I proclaim, “I canoed this river.” Maybe this song is a prayer. Maybe this feeling of peace will descend again. Maybe. Maybe.

The night is falling. Shabbat is coming. Quickly. Too quickly. And as “the sun on the treetops no longer is seen, we welcome the Sabbath, the bride, the queen….”

We won’t be ready. We are never ready. The house won’t be ready. The chicken won’t be ready. Quickly, quickly. Just one more email, really. Then I’ll put my computer down.

The rabbis in Tzefat used to go out into the fields, dressed all in white to welcome that Sabbath bride, that Sabbath queen. With it came that chance to take a deep breath and pause. They would sing L’cha Dodi. “Come my beloved to greet the bride, the presence of Shabbat…Come in peace, Shabbat bride.”

Peace.

Peace is like the river. Deep like a river.

The greeting for Shabbat is Shabbat Shalom. Sabbath of peace. I will never get there either.

There is another story told about the song Shalom Aleichem that many families and some synagogues sing on Friday night. It welcomes the Shabbat angels. “Shabbat angels? you ask, “are angels even Jewish.” The word in Hebrew for angel is malach and it carries with it a sense of messenger. Abraham was visited by three angels, then later his hand was stayed by an angel and Isaac was spared. Jacob wrestled with an angel. Angels appear throughout the Torah.

The song Shalom Aleichem is based on a Talmudic story: “Rabbi Yosi ben Yehuda taught: “Two ministering angels–one good, one evil–accompany every Jew from the synagogue to his home on the Sabbath eve. If they find the candles burning, the table set, and the bed covered with a spread, the good angel exclaims, ‘May it be God’s will that it also be so on the next Sabbath,’ and the evil angel is compelled to respond ‘amen.’ But if everything is disorderly and gloomy, the evil angel exclaims, ‘May it be God’s will that it also be so on the next Sabbath,’ and the good angel is forced to say ‘amen.'” (Shabbat 119b)

The song asks the angels of peace to “Come in peace.” But the last verse is “Go in peace.” Debbie Friedman, of blessed memory asked how, before Shabbat really even begins, can we ask the angels to depart in peace? Shortly before her death she composed a new version of Shalom Aleichem which includes another verse that asks the angels to “Return in peace.” This beautiful, haunting, easy to sing melody is being used not only at Shabbat tables to begin Shabbat but also at havdalah ceremonies that mark the end of Shabbat. Debbie never had the opportunity to record it formally, but here is a clip of her teaching it. http://sjnm.huc.edu/media/Debbie%20Friedman%20Shalom%20Aleichem.mp3

So here is what is remarkable. It had been a hard week. The world news is not good, raising our anxiety levels. There were too many meetings at night. Too many nights up past midnight. Too much work to do. Too much writing to do. Too many heated discussions about buying a car or a house or both.

But when my family paused and worked as a team, a sense of calm and peace descended on the house. We cleaned. We cooked. We set a beautiful table with flowers on it. You could say that mopping the floor, at least for me, brought peace. At least for the moment. So I hugged my daughter and kissed my husband and said I was sorry for the added angst I had brought into the week. So Friedman may have it correct. May the angels of peace come in peace, exit in peace and then, return in peace. Again and again and again. May it be so.

Elul 3: Travel brings Hope of Peace

A worldwide peace treaty where travel is possible seems very distant right now. The news this week continues to be frightening. The images on the television and internet even more so.

I believe in travel. I love to travel. I have lived and worked internationally. Those experiences have enriched my life and I encourage others to do so. I believe that travel and encounters with people who are different from us actually bring peace. I work passionately for mutual understanding.

Yet, this year I cancelled a trip to Kenya and then the organizers cancelled the entire program. I advised someone not to move to London. I have friends who did not travel to Mexico. Flights have been rerouted over Europe to not fly over the Ukraine. Badly aimed missiles from Gaza shut down Ben Gurion airport for a short time. All of this makes me very sad.

But continuing to hope seems to be what makes a Jew.

The national anthem of Israel is called, “HaTikvah, The Hope.” Edmund Fleg sums up being a Jew this way:

I am a Jew because
Judaism demands no abdication of the mind.
I am a Jew because
Judaism asks every possible sacrifice of my life.
I am a Jew because
wherever there are tears and suffering the Jew weeps.
I am a Jew because
     whenever the cry of despair is heard the Jew hopes.
I am a Jew because
the message of Judaism is the oldest and the newest.
I am a Jew because
the promise of Judaism is a universal promise.
I am a Jew because
for the Jew, the world is not finished;
 human beings will complete it.
I am a Jew because
for the Jew, humanity is not finished;
  we are still creating humanity.
I am a Jew because
Judaism places human dignity above all things,
 even Judaism itself.
I am a Jew because
Judaism places human dignity within the oneness of God.

Jews pride ourselves on diversity of opinion so we do not have a creed per se. Rambam wrote the Thirteen Principles of Faith which is included in Orthodox siddurim, prayerbooks and recited daily. For me, Edmund Fleg’s formulation is much closer.

With the news the way it is, it was suggested this was the wrong year to write about peace. I disagree. It is precisely because of the news that I have to write about peace. There has to be another way. We, as Jews, have to help find another way (even as some of the world is convinced that Jews are the problem, not part of the solution!).

Yet, Jews must do more than hope. More than pray. Jews are told to “Seek peace and pursue it.” Psalm 34:14. Pursue carries with it a sense of obligation, a need to actively run after it. We can’t wait for it to come to us. We have to go find it. We have to make it happen.

The verb is the same as the verse we read towards the end of Deuteronomy, “Tzedek, tzedek tirdof. Justice, justice shall you pursue.” (Deut 16:20).

Connecting these two verses, I think means that by living a just and righteous life we are pursuing peace. By modeling that life of justice we bring peace.

So I pray for peace, even when there seems little hope. May G-d who makes peace in the high heavens, make peace upon us, upon all Israel and upon the whole world and let us say Amen.” And I actively work for peace, locally with events like i-Fest and my participation in clergy councils and internationally. I refuse to give up. I am a Jew.

Elul 2: Peace is the Ability to Travel

What is peace to you?

As the Jewish New Year approaches, our Rabbi asked each member of our Synagogue to pick one aspect of peace and write about “What is peace to you”? The very first thing that came to my mind was the weekly prayer for peace that we recite on the Sabbath. “May we see the day when war and bloodshed cease, when a great peace will embrace the whole world.” To me the significance of this prayer is being able to freely travel to any country without fear and to be welcomed with love and not hatred.

In 1958, I had the unique privilege of traveling to Israel, during its 10 year anniversary celebration, to have my Bar Mitzvah in Tel Aviv. I was treated to trips throughout the country by my Israeli relatives, and could feel the love of the people in Israel. Jews and Arabs alike. Unfortunately, because the Old City of Jerusalem was occupied by the not so friendly Arabs, I was not permitted to go into old Jerusalem. As a matter of fact, when we stopped at a high chain link fence separating us from the Old City, looking out from the Mount of Olives; I was quickly told by my Israeli cousins not to get close to the fence; because the Arabs would shoot at me.

It wasn’t until 1993 when my wife and I took a trip to Israel that I got to visit the Old City of Jerusalem. Also, because of the peace treaty with Egypt, we were able to fly from Tel Aviv to Cairo, Egypt. Several of our friends in the States tried to talk us out of going, saying that it was too dangerous, but we found that the Egyptians were a warm and friendly people and trustworthy. When we deplaned from the Cairo airport I hadn’t noticed that my money clip fell out of my pocket onto the tarmac, but one of the baggage handlers came running up to me to return my lost money clip, with all of its contents included.

What is peace to me? It is a worldwide peace treaty allowing unilateral safe travel to any place on this earth without fear of harm or hateful sentiments.

Rich “Shalom” Kruth is an active member at Congregation Kneseth Israel, especially as part of the Saturday morning minyan and as a member of the Men’s Club. He loves to travel, especially after the end of tax preparation season since he owns his own business FLP Professional Tax and Planning Services.

Rosh Hodesh Elul: Praying for Peace

Tonight 40 people gathered at Congregation Kneseth Israel for a celebration. We talked about the Thirteen Attributes of the Divine, so important to the Selichot (forgiveness prayers) we are about to say, so important to this time between Rosh Hodesh Elul and Yom Kippur. It is said that when Moses saw the people dancing around the golden calf, he was so angry he smashed the 10 Commandments. G-d challenged Moses to resume his leadership. Moses said that the people were G-d’s people, not Moses’s and besides they were a stiff-necked stubborn people. G-d said that G-d would go with Moses and give him rest. Moses agreed to keep climbing. He was hidden in the cleft of the rock and saw the goodness of God passed before him. He was reassured.

And maybe that is what this edition of the Elul period is about. Reassurance. The world is a scary place right now. Maybe more so than ever. Maybe it has always been a scary place. Tonight the threats are real: Hamas, ISIS, rising anti-semitism in Europe and even in the United States, racism in places like Ferguson and our own backyards, Russia, the Ukraine, ebola, conflicts throughout the world. How can we not be afraid.

And yet, our people, the Jewish people have always prayed for peace. Have been taught to “Seek peace and pursue it.” To actively run after it. To make the world a better place–in our small places right at home and in a larger context.

So for the next 40 days, this blog will be dedicated to peace, to shalom, to salaam, to pax. We will explore what peace means to each of us. Once again, I have asked others to write about peace from their own perspective. Once again we will hear from Jews, Christians, Muslims, men and women, young and old, clergy and non-clergy. In the process, in the dialogue, maybe, just maybe, our own corner of the world will be a little more peaceful. That brings me reassurance.

Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav said, “The world is a very narrow bridge. The most important thing is to not be afraid.”

The gathering tonight, Jews and Christians, clergy and non-clergy, men and women, willing to meet on common ground, brings me hope. I will not give in to fear. I will continue to pray for and work for peace.

Exciting News: Just in Time for Elul

THUMBNAIL_IMAGEThis has been an exciting week. While we were away, I celebrated my second anniversary of being the rabbi of Congregation Kneseth Israel. It has been my honor to serve the spiritual needs of this congregation that is 122 years old. Or maybe that is 122 years young, fiercely independent and modern, priding itself on lifelong learning, embracing diversity, building community and meaningful observance.

While we were away I was notified that Jewish Outreach/Big Tent Judaism liked my blog post about Big Tent Judaism and the book Playlist Judaism that Rabbi Kerry Olitzky wrote. They published it on their own site. You can read (or reread) it here. I am looking forward to reading Olitzky’s new book about new dues models coming out later this year from Jewish Lights Press.

While we were away, I had a book published. Tomorrow night, Congregation Kneseth Israel is hosting a party to welcome the book. If you are in town stop by at 7:00 PM. If you are not and want to order a copy, and can’t wait until my Massachusetts appearance, order from my publisher: Hallows House Press. I will be in Massachusetts speaking at a Habitat for Humanity event on September 11th, so if you want an autographed copy, consider waiting. Or order one now and then come get another one signed.

So what is it like to produce a book?

I am filled with gratitude. For the people who contributed their own wrestling. For my teachers and my students who enhanced my understanding of this text. For the people who encouraged me to take this little blog and turn it into a book. For Michael Murschel who saw the project and believed in it. For my congregation(s) who allow me time to write and dream. For Simon and Sarah who realize that this is a big deal and who hiked many of the mountains with me.

Writing a book is a little like giving birth–and this one had a long gestation period, the seed of which was planted with my Bat Mitzvah Torah portion which included the Thirteen Attributes of the Divine. A little like herding cats–there are 20 different voices that are heard in this book. People needed to get me their materials not once but twice. A little like a puzzle. Which voice goes where? How do the photos of mountain climbing fit into the book? What are the questions of the day? Does the book hang together and tell the story of Moses climbing Mount Sinai, tired, exhausted, frustrated, angry for a second time and does that help us with our own climb. Because ultimately that is what this book is, a way to propel us higher up the mountain, a way for us to encounter the Divine, just like Moses did, hidden in the cleft of that rock.

Come climb with me. Higher and higher.

Jolli

When you drive down the hill, you see it. That first glimpse of Lake Michigan sparkling, dazzling in the sunlight, blue ripples peaking out beyond the green lawn and the white cottages. You hear it, the waves lapping the shore. You roll down the windows and you breathe deeply. There is no other smell like it.

Jolli Lodge is a place like no other. I have tried to describe it. It is an inn on 700 feet of Lake Michigan that was built as a summer retreat in 1928. It still has most of the original furniture. No air conditioning. Don’t need it with the breeze off the lake. No phones in the rooms and cottages. That is a good thing. A mangle to press the sheets (look it up!) Marshmallow roasts on Monday nights (it used to be Sunday), tennis court, pool table, ping pong, a teen room, soccer, horseshoes, tether ball, boats on beach, bicycles for all ages to borrow on the drive.

They were all here when I first started coming–40 years ago this week. I am sure of it. Our first year we stayed here was the year Nixon resigned and we watched him take off from the White House lawn on a grainy TV in the lodge lobby. That year we stayed in the lodge. Other years we rented a cottage for a week or two.

There are so many memories. Playing soccer at dusk and being kicked in the shin (ouch) by the son of the proprietor, a kid my brother’s age, now the proprietor himself. The year(s) we ran the Fish Hook road race. The year(s) we helped build the 4th of July float. All the years we celebrated my parents’ birthdays. The years we watched Wimbleton and then tried our own hand at tennis. The year we watched the final match of the World Cup after coming here direct from Germany. The year I swam out to rescue an inner tube. The year of the paintball wars. The year I stayed in Jim Harrison’s room and thought I had to pen (yes, still pen) the next great American novel. No pressure to do that this year! The year I first brought Simon up here and we lay on the hill and watched the meteor shower. The year we couldn’t afford to come but my parents were in the lodge. We camped down the road in a tent and it rained every night. I threatened to sleep on the porch. The year I first brought my daughter here and measured her against The Tree. A birch tree. A signal tree, pointing the way, according to the Native Americans.

That tree is gone now. So are both my parents and Keith Jolliffe. Some new growth is sprouting from the base of the stump.

But the stars. Oh wow, the stars. And those sunsets, glass of Leelenau Cellars Summer Sunset wine in hand.

This is the first trip up here without my parents, without my now grown-up daughter. It seemed odd at first. Someone played a guitar version of “Tears in Heaven,” softly on the porch. I cried watching the sunset. My mother and my daughter have been here all week–in a sandhill crane, in a chubby Mary, in a bottle of Witches Brew.

There is a (newer) zip line and four or five kayaks. Now there is wifi in the lobby of the lodge. I am not entirely sure that is a good thing. But I am using it.

What is a good thing, beyond the stunning beauty, is that this place is timeless. It is a place where you can kick back and relax. It is a place where no one cares who you are or what you accomplished this year. It is a place to just be. That is the real beauty of Jolli Lodge.

Big Tent Judaism

I am on vacation–and predictably I am breaking my own rules. Oh, to be sure I slept a little later (7AM) and I had a massage before dinner last night. I sat outside on my deck, something I had dreamed of enjoying all summer, and ate my breakfast. And I read.

And that is why I am writing. I finished reading Rabbi Kerry Olitsky’s Playlist Judaism. I have heard him lecture before, most recently when he was at the Chicago Board of Rabbis. I own any number of his books including Preparing Your Heart for the High Holidays (which is probably the book that inspired me to write my own book!). Two of my congregants and I had a very enjoyable lunch with him in February when he was in Chicago. I have participated in two workshops that Big Tent Judaism has done–one on warm and welcoming congregations sponsored by JUF and one more recently on interfaith families. You might say I am a groupie!

So why did I decide I needed to write today? Because, even though there is little in the book I disagree with (if anything), there is much that is challenging. The book has nine chapters. In fact, the book is pretty short. But I think it is radical. It recognizes what I have been saying–that Judaism, particularly what I call American suburban Judaism, is  experiencing a seismic shift. This is not your grandparents’ 1960s suburban synagogue. It can’t be. The world is fundamentally different. What isn’t clear is what will emerge in its place.

At first I saw a tension between what Olitzky says in this book and what Ron Wolfson says in Relational Judaism. Ironically Wolfson, who worked together with Olitzky in the Syngogue 2000 project, wrote the forward for this book. Olitzky says that Jews have gotten accustomed to picking in choosing what parts of the synagogue programming they want to buy. He uses Apple’s iTunes as the metaphor. We only need to buy the song we want, not the whole album. I think this was probably always true. Another generation might have called it, (especially on Christmas day) a Chinese menu. With six you get egg rolls. Wolfson talks about the idea that it is not individual programming that people want–they want a deepening of the relationship, with the community, with each other, with G-d. An I-Thou relationship.

On the surface that seems contradictory. But I think what it really is complimentary. People want to feel they belong. That they matter. That they count. They want to be listened to and they want to be heard. They want to know that others will be there with them to celebrate. And to mourn. They want to have meaning in their lives. They want to make the world a better place. These are all about being in a relationship. A deep, committed, caring relationship.

And yet we are a nation of rugged individualists. This is a term coined by Herbert Hoover during and about the Great Depression, but it remains true in a wider context. We want what we want when we want it and we don’t want to wait. That is back to our ability to instantly download a song and play it now. It is about how and where we experience spirituality. I am just as likely to have a powerful spiritual moment watching a Lake Michigan sunset and waiting for the green flash or a Cadillac Mountain sunrise than in the four walls of the synagogue I lead. I can have a spiritual moment by myself on a run or with a minyan. I don’t want to be fenced in. Neither do my congregants.

What is so important about Olitzky’s book is that not only does he lay out what I have been saying (and agreeing with) but he adds a section to the end of each chapter, thought questions and implications. These are where the wrestling begins. These are what will enable synagogues, my own I hope, to navigate the churning waters today.

Chapter One has a list of the 10 principles of Playlist Judaism. They are worth repeating here:

1. People want to control their own religious life.
2. The center of their Jewish life is built around them as individuals, rather than around an institution, especially a singular one.
3. There is no intrinsic value in membership.
4. People want to shape their own participation in religious life.
5. People want their Jewish life to be voluntary rather than obligatory.
6. Free does not imply that the object or service that is free has no value or investment. Instead, free access is a positive value.
7. People want to choose (and pay for) only those things that speak to them.
8. People do not want the things that meet their needs bundled with other things that they don’t think meet their needs and thereby are forced to buy the entire package.
9. Synagogues have to be flexible enough to welcome such personal choices and offer individuals a panoply of options to engage in Jewish life.
10. Options for participation must emerge from the interest of individuals rather than the needs of the synagogue so that individuals can freely create their own Playlist Judaism.

Wow!

Chapter Two talks about turning the synagogue inside out. In Elgin, there are people who do not know there is a synagogue here. Even though our synagogue just celebrated its 120th anniversary. Some of our leadership through the years were afraid to tell people we are there. For instance, there is no sign on the front of the building! Better not to rock the boat too much. And there are plenty of Jews who felt burned by previous synagogues, rabbis and leaders and do not want to be in the building–but want Judaism. My approach, long before reading this book, is to be “out there”: at coffee shops, on non-profit boards, writing articles, blogs, books, anything to make people aware that we are there, we are welcoming and accessible. I need to do more of it–particularly as Olitzky calls it, “Public Space Judaism.” That is why events like the I-Fest where we will exhibit our Congregation and play Israeli games as part of celebrating Elgin’s ethnic diversity are so important.

He talks about the market place of ideas. I remember a class I took with Rabbi David Gordis at Hebrew College on pluralism (yes, that was his word). He said that if Judaism is not meaningful, we should fold up our tents and go home. Judaism has to be more about meaning and less about obligation. As tragic as the Holocaust was, it is not enough to continue to be Jews in memory of the victims. That alone is not enough to sustain us. Judaism has to survive in the marketplace of ideas. In the 60s, Judaism lost many young people to eastern religions. They were looking for a deep sense of spirituality and they did not find it in their home synagogues. They found meditation and yoga and tai chi without realizing that some of those things exist within the 5000 year tradition we call Judaism. That is sad. Similarly, there are many people who have found Judaism appealing. Its theology, its philosophy, its moral values, its culture. There are many entry points to Judaism and yet we tend to push people away. Judaism has to be able to stand on its own in the market place of ideas. We need to warm and welcoming and encouraging of all who want to enter. We need to lower the barriers of entry–for Jew and non-Jew alike.

In our congregation we have a number of people who either have converted or would like to. Tradition dictates that you should refuse someone three times. Being a Jew, even in today’s world, carries with it risk. You must be sure that the person understands that risk and that the feelings to join are real. But once someone has converted, it is inappropriate to refer to him, to her as a convert. Once a Jew, you are a Jew. Sounds simple, no? The question continues to come up, who is a Jew? Will your conversion be recognized by Israel, by all rabbinic authorities, by individuals within your own community. This topic is anathema to me–and concerns me greatly–but is a subject for an entire blog.

It leads perfectly into his next chapter about intermarriage. I agree that this is an opportunity–not a disaster. We have to find ways to be more welcoming and accepting. Period. More on that one later too–except as many of you know I’ve been leading up to it. Think about Zipporah, Ruth, Maneshe.

At some point, Judaism became pediatric Judaism. Let’s educate the children even if we don’t know much ourselves. Let’s get them through Bar Mitzvah (or Confirmation). Even though I hated Hebrew School (I did not!), I expect my child too. But let’s show up for Purim, a child centered celebration. Olitzky is right–we cannot ignore the baby boomers (wait, I resemble that remark!). I was glad to participate in Me’ah at Hebrew College, a 100 (Me’ah) hours of serious adult Jewish learning. Limmud, NewCAJE, Elat Chayyim (Now at Isabella Friedman) have all provided ways for boomers through the years to engage deeply in Judaism on their terms. We need more, not less, depending on individual interest. Love hiking, try the Adventure Rabbi. Care passionately about environmental issues, check out Hazon or Ma’yan Tikvah. Want to feed the hungry–look at Mazon or Pushing the Envelope Farm. Care about women’s issues, try Women of the Wall. The list is limitless.

And then there is Israel. What can we say about Israel, especially this summer. Again, that could be an entire blog post or book. Me, I care passionately about Israel. And I worry about Israel. I worry about the friends that I have that live there. I worry about rockets and sirens. I worry about a nation that has never known peace. I worry and I hope. I pray for peace–every single day and I work for peace. I try to create an environment of, as Olitzky said, civil discourse.  A place, that even if it is, and it is, polarized, it is still permissible to express your views in a safe, non-judgmental way. That requires patience. It is a balancing act. One that I am willing to risk–especially now. And still I dream. I dream of day when Israel can live with her neighbors in peace. When everyone can sit under their vine and fig tree and none shall make them afraid.

Ultimately Olitzky is right. He is asking the same question Rabbi Gordis asked in class. The same question that I decided to ask as the shell of my high holiday sermons. Why be Jewish? We are all Jews by choice. There is so much that competes for our attention in the marketplace of ideas. Why does this matter so much? What do we want to pass down to our children and grandchildren. Read the book.

Olitzky has a great model, that has yet to be fully proven. One question he leaves hanging becomes how do we pay for it. Congregations are wrestling with bold dues models. Some with success. Others, like the congregation in which I met my husband, never had high holiday tickets. My current one does not either but that is still a new experiment for them. It is working thus far. If I read the recently presented end of year numbers we took in more last year for High Holidays than we did when there were tickets. But it still feels risky and it still takes courage.

So what is on my dream list. Opportunities for people to engage deeply with Judaism, to wrestle with text, to celebrate together, to davven (pray) together, to hike together. To explore Judaism in a way that in non-judgmental. To meet people where they are. To build bridges between peoples.

To provide meaningful observance, opportunities for lifelong learning, embracing diversity and building community. Then we will have deepened relationships and engaged in Playlist Judaism–a big tent for all, open to all–young and old, born Jewish and not, handicapped, gay or straight, multi-racial, cultural, secular, religious. Maybe my president is right–we are all–Just Jews.

 

 

Tisha B’Av

Today is Tisha B’av. It is not my favorite holiday. Is it anyone’s? This year seems especially poignant. It seems it started early, with the kidnapping of three teen age boys–and their murder–and their funerals as rockets rained down–and the murder of a Palestinian boy. And an “operation” in Gaza.

Six weeks. Six weeks of pain. Of anguish. How can anyone bear it?

Last night a group of people gathered at Congregation Kneseth Israel where I serve as rabbi, as spiritual leader. What could I say to those there?

We read the traditional Book of Lamentations. We sang the traditional songs, Al Naharot Bavel and Eifo Avraham Avinu? And I wondered where Abraham is. Did he cry for his children? Is he still crying? Eli Wisel in a full page paid op-ed piece reminds us that the stories of Abraham remind us, command us that child sacrifice is not the way.

I have asked this question before. How desperate was Hagar when she put her child under a bush and cried out, “Don’t let me look on while the child dies.”? How desperate does a mother have to be to be willing to put her child in a shelter with missiles? To see that there must be other ways?

We read about thunder in Jerusalem and it thundered in Elgin. We sang Eli Eli, a song I first sung in Caesaria where it was written by Hannah Shenesh, It prays that the sand and the sea, the rush of the waters, the crash of the heavens (THUNDER!) never end. It prays that we keep praying.

We read the words of those in Israel today. The struggle for morality, for normalcy, for hope. We read a modern Hasidic tale about the Third Temple. Maybe it is the Dome of the Rock. Maybe it is already there. Maybe peace is possible. Some day. Soon.

For me, this service took a lot of energy. It was shorter than most. But painful, oh so painful.

Today is Tisha B’av and even though it is a fast day we are not prevented from working. The work begins again anew today. To work for a world without baseless hatred.

So today I will two things. I will meet with city officials, the Coalition of Elgin Religious Leader and the Elgin Praying Pastors and talk about peace. Later I will sit at the synagogue as part of National Night Out and hand out cookies (Homemade I hear!) and lemonade to our neighbors.

I can’t solve the crisis in the Middle East. I can’t make peace in Israel. I pray that the current cease fire continues to hold. I can only work here, in Elgin. And then, the words of this Israeli song, filled with hope, will become true:

Od tireh od tireh
Kama tov yiheyeh
Bashana bashana haba’ah

It will yet be. How good it will be. In the year to come.

May it be so!