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Yesterday, Abby and Madison sent out an email sharing some highlights of this past year and the subject line ("A remarkable year at KT") really spoke to my experience. It really has been a remarkable year. We have celebrated a gorgeous stream of simchas. B’nei Mitzvah, baby namings, conversions, auf ruf, graduations - with no end in sight. The family of one baby naming asked me a few weeks ago, “Do you always have this many simchas?” To which I responded, “I hope so!”
I can hear my grandmothers saying “kanehora” and “Si kere el Dio! Echar ojo!” , respectively. The rhythm of our year has been defined by weeks spent protesting war, punctuated by shabbat spent celebrating life, praying for peace and mourning our dead. It has been rigorous and beautiful. Nestled in our siddur is an excerpt of Aurora Levins Morales’ V’ahavta. I have a practice of reading it aloud at B’nei Mitzvah to make the Shema more accessible, which means I have read it aloud more than usual this year. I love these words. They restore my hope. As the year progressed I began to silently fill in the paragraphs we excerpted (because by now I have it nearly memorized). In particular the second paragraph, which I never read aloud, has felt most resonant. It reads: “Thus spoke the prophet Roque Dalton: All together they have more death than we, but all together, we have more life than they. There is more bloody death in their hands than we could ever wield, unless we lay down our souls to become them, and then we will lose everything. So instead, imagine winning. This is your sacred task This is your power. Imagine…” On some level I don’t know who is meant by “they” and “we”. I don’t want to suggest there are good guys and bad guys, or reify binaries of good and evil. But on the other hand, there are people orchestrating catastrophic loss and there are the rest of us. A few weeks ago, mid double-hora, it clicked for me, that all together they DO have more death than we, but all together, we DO have more life than they. We are so full of life. We can experience profound joy. But honestly, not without effort and discipline. I know throughout the year some of you have expressed to me, “I am not sure if I am up for another simcha this week.” And I understood the instinct, and might have stayed in bed myself. Which is why the Torah instructs us, “Choose life.” Even more specifically, וּשְׁמַרְתֶּ֤ם אֶת־חֻקֹּתַי֙ וְאֶת־מִשְׁפָּטַ֔י אֲשֶׁ֨ר יַעֲשֶׂ֥ה אֹתָ֛ם הָאָדָ֖ם וָחַ֣י בָּהֶ֑ם “Observe mitzvot and let them fill you with lifeforce” (Lev. 18:5). This has been my experience. Mitzvot, including Shabbat and lifecycles, can provide the needed structure and routine to unstick our souls and draw forth the joy we need. I can say as the person who has been at just about every simcha that it was glorious. It has been a true blessing to access, share and spread joy in the midst of so much suffering. It truly has been lifegiving. Celebrating together has kept me from despair. Your smachot (simchas) have refreshed and sustained me all year long. Thank you for the blessing of being one of your rabbis. I now understand on a cellular level why the core mitzvot of shabbat are menucha (rest) and oneg (delight). Together they are the tonic we need to metabolize our fears and reset our nervous systems, weekly. Our unrelenting singing reminds me of a moment in this week’s Torah portion Chukat, when the Israelites find themselves parched in the desert and they begin to sing, “Spring up from the well, waters of life. We sing to waters, to the Source of all” (Numbers 21:17). Like our ancestors, we too sing and dance and teach our children to keep imagining a world that is whole, a world inseparable from everything holy. In the words of Rabbi Yael Levy: “May practice and devotion hold us steady. And may the dance of the waters Inspire our songs.” Words this week from Rabbi Lizzie:
Each morning for the past two weeks, my three-year-old, Shai, has proclaimed: “Mommy lives at the mikveh!” While I haven’t yet taken up residence, despite strong household evidence to the contrary, it’s true that I’ve spent a significant number of my days at the nearby mikveh accompanying the twelve participants in Kol Tzedek's inaugural Hineini cohort through their batei din and immersions as they completed the final steps of the conversion process. Being present for these rituals has, undoubtedly, been one of the greatest privileges of my rabbinate. I've had the honor of listening as they each shared their spiritual stories. I’ve witnessed the vulnerability and courage they offered before their batei din. And I’ve watched them emerge from the mikveh transformed and deeply themselves. Again and again, I've found myself in awe – of the commitment each of them has chosen to make, and of the ways these twelve individuals are shaping our community. Since the first week of January, these students have studied, questioned, reflected, chevruta-ed, prayed, and wrestled. Much of this work has happened out of view of the wider community; but this week, I’m inviting us to recognize what has been growing among us. There’s a verse (Numbers 17:23) from Parshat Korach that I haven’t been able to get out of my head. In the aftermath of Korach's rebellion, the Torah offers a striking image of renewal when Aaron’s staff blossoms overnight: וַיְהִ֣י מִֽמׇּחֳרָ֗ת וַיָּבֹ֤א מֹשֶׁה֙ אֶל־אֹ֣הֶל הָעֵד֔וּת וְהִנֵּ֛ה פָּרַ֥ח מַטֵּֽה־אַהֲרֹ֖ן לְבֵ֣ית לֵוִ֑י וַיֹּ֤צֵֽא פֶ֙רַח֙ וַיָּ֣צֵֽץ צִ֔יץ וַיִּגְמֹ֖ל שְׁקֵדִֽים׃ The next day, Moses entered the Tent of the Pact, and there the staff of Aaron of the house of Levi had sprouted: it had brought forth sprouts, produced blossoms, and it had ripened almonds. The Rabbis, in Pesachim 54a, imagine that this staff wasn’t merely a sign that appeared in that moment, but something with a deeper origin: תָּנוּ רַבָּנַן: עֲשָׂרָה דְּבָרִים נִבְרְאוּ בְּעֶרֶב שַׁבָּת בֵּין הַשְּׁמָשׁוֹת, וְאֵלּוּ הֵן: בְּאֵר, וּמָן, וְקֶשֶׁת, הַכְּתָב, וְהַמַּכְתֵּב, וְהַלּוּחוֹת, קִבְרוֹ שֶׁל מֹשֶׁה, וּמְעָרָה שֶׁעָמַד בָּהּ מֹשֶׁה וְאֵלִיָּהוּ, פְּתִיחַת פִּי הָאָתוֹן, וּפְתִיחַת פִּי הָאָרֶץ לִבְלוֹעַ אֶת הָרְשָׁעִים. וְיֵשׁ אוֹמְרִים: אַף מַקְלוֹ שֶׁל אַהֲרֹן שְׁקֵדֶיהָ וּפְרָחֶיהָ The Sages taught: Ten phenomena were created on Shabbat eve during twilight, and they were: Miriam’s well, and manna, and the rainbow, writing, and the writing instrument, and the tablets, the grave of Moses, and the cave in which Moses and Elijah stood, the opening of the mouth of Balaam’s donkey, and the opening of the mouth of the earth to swallow the wicked in the time of Korah. And some say that even Aaron’s staff was created then with its almonds and its blossoms. In this telling, the flowering is not just a miracle, it’s embedded in creation from the beginning. So much of what I have experienced with these twelve students has felt similar – their journeys more continuous than a single moment of change. And, each of them, already so deeply embedded in the fabric of Jewish tradition and community. As we sing in Lecha Dodi, “Sof ma’aseh b’machshava techilah” – the seed of this blossoming moment was planted long ago. They have cooked hesed meals, acted in our Purim shpil, sang in Yiddish Fiddler, traveled on retreat, offered divrei Torah, hosted Shabbat dinners, and showed up in classrooms, kitchens, and gatherings across our community. And they will continue to teach us, challenge us, lead us, and help us dream up the Jewish future we are all living into. I spent much of this week on the shores of Lake Michigan in Gary, Indiana, home to The Music Man, the minor league baseball Southshore Railcats (they lost, but we got to sit right behind home plate!) and the U.S. Steel mill that was actively desegregated by Jewish communists in the late 1940’s.
Josh and I went on retreat with a dozen clergy and staff from Synagogues Rising. As a network and a community of practice, it has been invaluable to share resources and learn from each other’s experiences. (In fact it was this same retreat in 2024 that inspired the creation of our conversion cohort Hineini.) In addition to talking shop, twice a day we gathered to share our spiritual practices, which included immersing in Lake Michigan and being sung to while we took afternoon naps. There is one practice in particular that I found really meaningful and want to share with all of you. It came to me by way of Rabbi Joey Glick (Shir Tikvah in Minneapolis), who learned it from our teacher Rabbi Shayna Rhodes at Hebrew College. The practice is called “Talmud Torah Tefilah” or “Sing * Study * Silence,” which is quite descriptive, because the practice has three parts: sing, study and sit in silence. Rather than share an insight about this week’s Torah portion, I am going to invite you into the practice to see what insight emerges for you. The way it works is that you sing or listen to a nigun for long enough that you can settle into it. Then you read two texts that were picked by different people and see what connections arise. And then you sit for a few moments or minutes to close. Let’s begin! *Sing* To begin, I invite you to minimize other distractions and listen to this melody (a few times if you can), attributed to the Ba’al Shem Tov and sung by Rabbi Ariel Root Wolpe. When you are ready… *Study* This afternoon I am bringing you a few verses from our Torah portion Sh’lach selected by Rabbi Lizzie and a poem I chose from Joy Harjo’s memoir, Poet Warrior. Text #1: Numbers 13:19-21 וּמָ֣ה הָאָ֗רֶץ אֲשֶׁר־הוּא֙ יֹשֵׁ֣ב בָּ֔הּ הֲטוֹבָ֥ה הִ֖וא אִם־רָעָ֑ה וּמָ֣ה הֶֽעָרִ֗ים אֲשֶׁר־הוּא֙ יוֹשֵׁ֣ב בָּהֵ֔נָּה הַבְּמַֽחֲנִ֖ים אִ֥ם בְּמִבְצָרִֽים׃ Is the country in which they dwell good or bad? Are the towns they live in open or fortified? וּמָ֣ה הָ֠אָ֠רֶץ הַשְּׁמֵנָ֨ה הִ֜וא אִם־רָזָ֗ה הֲיֵֽשׁ־בָּ֥הּ עֵץ֙ אִם־אַ֔יִן וְהִ֨תְחַזַּקְתֶּ֔ם וּלְקַחְתֶּ֖ם מִפְּרִ֣י הָאָ֑רֶץ וְהַ֨יָּמִ֔ים יְמֵ֖י בִּכּוּרֵ֥י עֲנָבִֽים׃ Is the soil rich or poor? Is it wooded or not? And take pains to bring back some of the fruit of the land.”—Now it happened to be the season of the first ripe grapes. וַֽיַּעֲל֖וּ וַיָּתֻ֣רוּ אֶת־הָאָ֑רֶץ מִמִּדְבַּר־צִ֥ן עַד־רְחֹ֖ב לְבֹ֥א חֲמָֽת׃ They went up and scouted the land, from the wilderness of Zin to Rehob, at Lebo-hamath. Text #2: Joy Harjo, Poet Warrior, page 15 “The Old Ones opened the ears of Girl-Warrior Tempering the frequency before she left On her mission. We are sending you, they said, To learn how to listen. There is good in this world. There is evil. There is no story without one and the other. You will be gravity. You will be feather. Send each story to the heart, Each word before you act or speak.” *** What arises for you? What do you notice? Connections, questions, observations? You are welcome to write in a journal, to write back to me or to share aloud with the people you are with. When you are ready … *Silence* Take a final moment to sit quietly. I look forward to future opportunities to practice Talmud Torah Tefilah together, and invite you to make it your own. I am very grateful for the time to refresh and return, to listen, to notice where I am gravity and where I am feather and to remember that “there is no story without one and the other.” For the past 6 months, Rabbi Lizzie has been lovingly preparing 12 Kol Tzedek members for conversation in our first ever Hineni cohort. They have met monthly to study, attended shabbat services together and even made their own tallitot. This past week the first two of them immersed themselves in the living waters of the mikveh and officially converted. The rest of them will immerse in the next two weeks, and then we will be celebrating all 12 of them on Saturday June 20 for what we are affectionately called, “Shabbat Sh’dunk!” (You will get to hear more about this on June 19 when Rabbi Lizzie writes the Friday email.)
Having been present at one of the conversions this week, I was reflecting on the spiritual origins of the class's namesake, Hineni. In the Torah when God calls your name, there is really only one right answer. “Hineni // Here I am!” Early in Exodus, God chooses Moses and calls his name. “Moses, Moses.” And Moses answered, as did Abraham and Jacob before him and Samuel after him: “Hineni, here I am.” Rabbi Nina Beth Cardin writes, “A stunning response. “Hineni” is a pure, astonished, unguarded affirmation given before all the facts are known. It is a spontaneous, unequivocal commitment promising: “I am here”, where and as you found me, fully attentive, focused, all in. And even more, “I am here”- all of me, with all that I am and all that I can be. “Hineni” is a response of sacred and undiluted presence, a response in which the self sheds all reservations, which expands the boundaries of self, indicating a readiness to receive and respond to whatever experience is about to unfold. It is brave and humble. It is the kind of response we offer only a few times in our lives.” I am certainly nothing like a biblical prophet, but in witnessing these 12 adults say Hineni to Judaism, I am noticing that this is also one of those times in my life. Like Moses before me, I have found within my own heart, “a pure, astonished, unguarded affirmation” of my desire to serve this community for another 10 years. Hineni. I am so grateful for the opportunity. The other famous “Hineni” moment comes on Yom Kippur, when the prayer leader recites these words as an introduction to the musaf service. Some describe the Hineni as a prayer for the ability to pray. Somehow within this one phrase is a whole-hearted yes and a vulnerable plea for support. Perhaps because there is something existentially vulnerable about saying yes, about giving ourselves fully to any purpose or person. May these new Jews feel both the call and the loving support of our community as they literally take the plunge. And may we each continue to listen for the people and places in our lives yearning for us to show up fully and say Hineni, here I am! We are in a season of simchas at Kol Tzedek - B’mitzvah, baby namings, graduations etc. Siman Tov u’Mazal Tov’s abound. Given the profound suffering in our midst, I am so grateful for so many reasons to celebrate and remind ourselves – cosi revaya - our cups overflow.
One thing that connects almost every single one of these simchas is that we conclude by inviting the community to recite the priestly blessing. It feels particularly auspicious that tomorrow we will recite it several times, because we will also get to hear the very words read from the Torah itself. The priestly blessing comes directly from this week’s Torah portion, Naso (fun fact: the longest Torah portion!). Numbers 6 reads, יְבָרֶכְךָ֥ יְהֹוָ֖ה וְיִשְׁמְרֶֽךָ׃ יָאֵ֨ר יְהֹוָ֧ה ׀ פָּנָ֛יו אֵלֶ֖יךָ וִֽיחֻנֶּֽךָּ׃ ישָּׂ֨א יְהֹוָ֤ה ׀ פָּנָיו֙ אֵלֶ֔יךָ וְיָשֵׂ֥ם לְךָ֖ שָׁלֽוֹם׃ May God bless you and protect you! May God deal kindly and graciously with you! May God bestow favor upon you and grant you peace! I still remember the first time someone asked me to offer them the priestly blessing, and their surprise when I confessed I had never before said the words before. It felt like a rite of passage to recite such ancient words, to have them come not only from me, but through me. At the time it felt less about the words and more about the practice of blessing another human. It struck me as an intimate invitation. I honestly had no idea how familiar the biblical verses would become. How often we would come to recite them at Kol Tzedek. At baby namings and B’nei Mitzvah, new member orientations and weddings, under a tallit canopy on Yom Kippur and everything in between. What is so uniquely powerful about these words is their poetry – the rhythm, the sparseness, the room for interpretation. It’s almost a theological rorschach test, and always has been. The medieval rabbis had vastly different interpretations of the priestly blessing, ranging from a blessing for the actual priests to an amulet that would protect one from robbery. At KT, we most often bless each other with the priestly blessing. Inviting the whole community to extend out our hands in the spirit of the high priests. It has become an invitation to offer each other our deepest wishes for protection, for sustenance, for contentment. Over the past 10 years, I have made a home in the priestly blessing. Such that I now contain within me different translations for different moments in life. Take just the middle verse: יָאֵר יהוה פָּנָיו אֵלֶיךָ, וִיחֻנֶּךָּ For a B’nei Mitzvah I often say, “May you feel seen in this world and let your light shine.” While for a wedding couple I say, “May you glow in each other’s light, and see each other clearly.” At once the same and also so different. One of my favorite adaptations is Marcia Falk’s blessing for children: Be who you are – and may you be blessed in all that you are. The priestly blessing is also a bit like a cat; she falls out of a window and just needs to land on her feet. In this case, to stick the landing is to arrive at the final word “shalom.” A word that defies translation. But land it does, with gravity. What more can we hope for ourselves and each other. To experience wholeness, contentment, peace, in our hearts and in our world. In its essence, the priestly blessing responds to our longing to feel safe, to feel seen, to feel whole. It is an affirmation of our deepest longings. I have come to appreciate that these ancient words are like water, they can take any shape, meet any moment. Today I hear the essence of the priestly blessing in the words of Lucille Clifton: blessing the boats (at St. Mary's) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to that As you enter Shabbat, may you feel the wind of community at your back, praying you sail from (whatever) this (is in your life) to that (which you long for). One of my favorite things about West Philly are the many “free” things. Little free libraries. “Free table,” etc. I have this sense that anything I need can be acquired just by walking around the neighborhood. And more importantly, that anything I no longer need can be rehomed by simply placing it on my neighbor’s stone wall on my corner. This week alone I dropped off an old architect's drafting table (where the california raisin man once was conceived), cleats my kids had outgrown, 2 glass vases, and a bird bath I never managed to install. It was all gone by evening. There is a current in our neighborhood that allows things to travel without currency or tariff from home to home. West Philly’s great river of stuff!
There is a wonderful hebrew word that captures this sense of freedom – hefker. I first encountered the word hefker in rabbinical school when I came upon a table of snack remnants. A half eaten package of oreos. A platter of vegetable crudite with an unopened hummus. Some pretzels and a bit of soda. With a sign that read: ‘hefker’. Which is to say, up for grabs! In a more secular context you might have seen a “free” sign. But it meant something to me that there was a rabbinic term for this kind of exchange. This week we begin reading the book of Bemidbar - best translated as “in the wilderness.” The chapters resume the narrative of our ancestors wandering through the wilderness, uncertain, unhappy, unsatisfied. In just a week’s time we will celebrate the festival of Shavuot. In the Torah it is purely an agricultural holiday. But the rabbis later attached deeper meaning, describing it as zman matan torateinu - the time that commemorates the giving of the Torah in the wilderness of Sinai. Our parsha begins, וַיְדַבֵּ֨ר יְהֹוָ֧ה אֶל־מֹשֶׁ֛ה בְּמִדְבַּ֥ר סִינַ֖י “And God spoke to Moses in the wilderness of Sinai…” So the rabbis obviously ask and graciously answer the next obvious question: Why was Torah given in the wilderness? Why not in a more accessible place? Why would it be that in the place of greatest uncertainty (and greatest irritability), would we also receive wisdom and insight? We learn in midrash (Bamidbar Rabbah 1), “Why does it say ‘And God spoke to Moses in the Sinai Wilderness’? Because anyone who does not make themselves ownerless, hefker, like the wilderness cannot acquire the wisdom and the Torah…" Which is to say, if we do make ourselves hefker, we can acquire the wisdom of Torah. Insight and understanding arise when our minds and hearts are more available, open, even unsure. I must admit, I need this instruction right now. In the last week or so, I noticed that I am finally beginning to thaw from the deep freeze of winter. In this case, I don’t really mean the winter weather (or not just the weather), so much as the harsh events that transpired. It was a hard winter. As my shoulders unclench and I allow myself some barefoot moments, I am noticing that my heart is more judgemental than I would like. There has been a narrowing within me. I think the best way to describe the feeling is defensive. And while I know it comes from a place of care for myself, even a form of protection, it doesn’t feel very good to be so quick to judge. The impact is subtle, but I can feel that my heart is less open, less available, less up for grabs. This year I am hearing the rabbis whisper, “Come on’ make yourself like a little free library - where ideas and stories can come and go. Make yourself available to the current of wisdom and unexpected connections. Free yourself to not know, to wonder, to be curious, to be willing to hear things differently. Take down all your lawn signs (after the election is over) and allow yourself to be undecided.” So this Shabbat, in preparation for shavuot, I am inviting myself to soften, to let down my defenses, to feel my own vulnerability and trust that will make more room in me for curiosity, for wild seeds to land, for insight, for Torah. We just wrapped up another year of Kol Tzedek Torah School, and I want to share a few insights from our students. I consistently learn so much from them, and I want to invite our community into that learning with me.
A few months ago, I visited our 6th grade Torah School class to discuss some big questions that had come up in class. They had recently encountered a Torah text that was similar to the message of this week’s parsha, B’echukotai: If you do good things, you’ll be rewarded. If you do bad things, you’ll be cursed. And, of course, this didn’t match their experience of the world. I told them that they were in good company with this challenge, from ancient rabbis to modern philosophers. I shared ideas of collective punishment and natural consequences. When I left the room, they were clearly not satisfied by my lack of clear solutions. And I understand why. But I think the questioning, the conversation, even the rejection of this theology is core to the learning that they do here. We’ve worked for years to build a strong curriculum to give kids knowledge and skills that will serve them as Jewish adults. They learn about holidays, life cycle rituals, Torah and Midrash, rabbinic stories, prayers, and so many other things. I’m so proud of the many pages of resources we’ve created for students and teachers. But the curriculum only matters because students also have space to bring their whole selves. We give our students opportunities to share their own beliefs as soon as they start Torah School. Each age group spends some of their time on Sunday afternoons doing tefillah (prayer) with me. This is a time for them to learn prayers and to learn about prayers, and to pray and sing together. For our younger kids, this is about understanding prayer more than it is about learning specific words. This time is playful. We use imaginary instruments for praise. We chant blessings for things they are feeling grateful for, whether that is family, a card game, or a recent favorite of mine “Judaism and popcorn.” We had years of deep theological discussions, where I reminded kids over and over that we can use any pronouns for God, that there are many names for the Divine, and that they don’t have to believe any specific thing, or anything at all. Last year, with our younger students, we stopped talking about it as much and instead worked these questions and reminders directly into our prayers and songs. I introduced a chant for our younger students that starts with the words from the end of the Sh’ma, “Adonai eloheichem emet- Adonai is your true God.” The chant then continues by replacing the name Adonai with different names for God or different divine attributes. Students suggest divine names and we all “try on” the suggested name, singing it together. We don’t all have to believe it, we just want to see what it feels like to use a different name. We’ve used names in Hebrew and English, gendered and not, new and old. Two weeks ago, on our last day of tefillah for the year, many of our 2nd and 3rd graders were eager to share their suggestions. First, we tried on The Supreme Ruler of the World. This student was referencing a discussion from the previous week, about gendered words for positions of power like King, Queen, and Emperor, and sharing a solution. Next, we sang “Maybe Isn’t Real eloheichem emet.” This second grader said he shared this name because “I think God is really just us being nice to people.” Our doubts have a place in our prayers. Third we took a breath instead of using a word for God’s name. These children may not yet know about the idea of an ineffable name, but they understand that some things go beyond words. Last, we tried on The Dude. I was so happy to try calling God The Dude , knowing that our students’ theologies won’t be limited to one gender, one relationship, or one definition. I hope our kids, and all of us, will always be open to many names, to doubt, and to creating space for those who don’t believe at all. For me, this is part of the answer to this week’s parsha and the reward and punishment in Torah. God as Judge is one system for trying to understand what we will never be able to fully grasp. Try it on. If you don’t like it, try another option. Try out “Maybe Isn’t Real.” Take a breath instead. Or imagine The Divine Dude. The book of Leviticus is what one might call a mixed bag. We seem to read the best and the worst of Torah all at once. For example, last week’s parshiyot alone contain some of our most beloved teachings (Love your neighbor as thyself!) and some of our most homophobic and violent verses (I’ll spare you the quotes).
There’s a rigor to staying in relationship with the best and worst all at once (a practice I find helpful for the rest of my life). I am convinced that we read Leviticus in the glory of spring to make it bearable. Ironically it's the time of year when everyone wants to become B’nei Mitzvah, so I have become very practiced in finding the relatable tidbits, close readings that connect to a curious teen’s mind, the ways to redeem an ancient and problematic text. But not this week. Over the years I have made much meaning about the priestly tradition. I tend to focus on the korban, the ritual sacrifice. What qualifies and disqualifies an animal? Why and when do we offer a korban? My first Yom Kippur at KT I gave an entire sermon about the subject. But this week I approached parashat Emor through the lens of Rabbi Julia Watts Belser’s book, Loving Our Own Bones (with gratitude to the omer book group). She devotes an entire chapter to the subject of priestly blemishes, focusing not on the offering, but on qualifications of the priest to who makes the offerings. Leviticus 21 lays out the biblical criteria for determining those priests who are forbidden to come before the altar: The Lord spoke further to Moses: Speak to Aaron and say, “No man of your offspring throughout the ages who has a mum (a “defect” or “blemish”) shall be qualified to offer the food of his God…” Rabbi Julia puts in stark relief how hurtful and ableist this text is – how it assumes that our blemishes disqualify us from sacred service. And she rightly asserts the exact opposite must be true. Which based on my own life experience, I too feel in my bones. That ability and disability are deeply human experiences that give us unique insights and draw us closer to the Divine. And even more so, she has helped me understand that ability and disability is a false binary, as most every human experiences disability in their lifetime, even the most able person is only temporarily so. The text is particularly painful because it ascribes our worst human prejudice to God, which surely inscribes the sentiment in every aspect of our culture. And it is then up to us to reclaim our own bodies and redeem this scripture (as we have done with so many other verses). So to close I offer you the liberatory theology of Rabbi Julia: “What shall we make of this portrait of God? … When I read Leviticus 21, I read a text that has been shaped by human prejudice, a text marked by human assumptions about the beautiful and the good… The God I know does not require the semblance of symmetry. The God I know does not share this human fascination with standard-sized bodies all lined up in tidy little rows. The God I know has made a world brimming over with difference, has fashioned mind and limbs that unfold in their own particular ways… When I read Leviticus 21, I take it as a reminder of those false judgements, the way they have been scripted even onto God. I hear this Torah as a different sort of call: a call to witness the long shadow of stigma and exclusion that has shaped the lives of so many disabled people, a call to confront and to challenge entrenched patterns of social and religious violence that have contoured our lives (63-65).” This shabbat I pray we each can hear this different sort of call, can more fully embrace blemish, disability and difference, can feel the ways we are each uniquely qualified to be of service. I write to you in the hours of the Hebrew month of Nisan with a time-sensitive invitation to say a blessing. The practice of saying a blessing is intended to cultivate awareness, wonder and gratitude. While almost all Jewish blessings that are not mitzvah related (ie: lighting candles) are tied to an experience (like seeing a rainbow or eating bread), there is one blessing that can only be said at precisely this time of year. (I hope I am catching you just in time!)
Birkat ha’ilanot - the Blessing of the Trees, is recited in response to seeing the buds of fruit trees in the spring month of Nisan. The practice as we know it comes directly from the Babylonian Talmud (Brachot 43b). “Rav Yehuda said: One who goes out during Nisan and sees trees that are blossoming recites: Blessed…who has withheld nothing from this world, and has created in it beautiful creatures and trees for human beings to enjoy.” Before living in the midatlantic region, I never understood the hype and majesty of the cherry blossom tree, nor the timely nature of this blessing. But over the last 10 years, I have come to anticipate these weeks with a flutter of joy. Brushing up against the luscious flowers, heavy on their branches. The way the sky rains flowers. And the sidewalks are glazed with pink petal frosting. It is pure delight to bless these blossoms. In these precious few weeks of the year one single poem consumes my subconscious. In her poem Instructions on Not Giving Up, Ada Limón actually manages to capture the resilient magic of these “almost obscene” trees. This week I had the added blessing of hearing her read the poem in an interview in the NY Times where she shared with so much humility and candor that it was in fact given to her by a tree. But of course, how else could it know itself so well!? I love this poem so much that Rabbi Mó and I made it part of the epigraph to our new siddur. I always try to read it on Shabbat morning at this time of year. And yet hearing her read it, I heard it anew. I heard, “the leaves come” with a defiant, persistent, hopeful certainty. Being that today is the 30th of Nisan, it is your last day to bless the fruit trees - the last hours before shabbat when the new moon of Iyyar begins. If you have not blessed a cherry blossom tree - this is your moment. Listen to this poem. Listen to the trees. “Despite the mess of us,” these are our instructions for not giving up. This Passover, given the festival coinciding with escalating war, I felt particularly connected to the midrash in which the Holy One offers a compassionate rebuke to the Israelites for celebrating while the Egyptians drowned in the sea, proclaiming, “Those are my children too.”
We now must live in what comes after crossing the sea – the messy unknown of the desert, uncertainty, bickering, feeling hopeless and searching for hope in the wilderness – which is where we find ourselves both politically and spiritually. I have heard from many of you and felt in myself looming despair, which is what I want to speak to this Friday afternoon. This week, Rebecca Solnit sent out a long, poetic and spiritually timely missive which I will briefly summarize as saying no matter how bleak the present, the future is not a foregone conclusion. To make her point she shared a story from the memoir of Congressman Jamie Raskin where he writes about one of his early races for office, a race in which one "expert" pronounced his victory impossible. Raskin notes, "So we went from impossible to inevitable in nine months because the pundits are never wrong, but as I told Tommy, we showed that nothing in politics is impossible, and nothing in politics is inevitable. It is all just possible, through the democratic arts of education, organizing, and mobilizing for change." This may yet be the most hopeful truth. Nothing is impossible and nothing is inevitable. And this includes the parting of the sea (not impossible) and our own liberation (not inevitable). This period of time between Passover and Shavuot, known as the Omer, is a very good antidote to despair. The traditional practice associated with the Omer is to bless and count each day, to cultivate heightened awareness of the passing of time. Each day corresponds to a particular spiritual quality that we can choose to focus on. So for example, today being the 8th day of the Omer corresponds to chesed sh’be’gevurah, care as an expression of boundaries. It may seem like a small thing, but many days can come and go without this level of awareness. Paying close attention to our inner lives in this way inspires agency and aliveness. In the words of Rebecca Solnit, “If we know what's going to happen, we cannot participate in deciding what happens, and vice-versa…If you insist that a given outcome is inevitable, you are lobbying against resistance. At best, you've surrendered; at worst you're complicit in the outcome.” If you are feeling this moment is written in history, let this email be a reminder that perhaps you were made for just this moment. Nothing about this moment is impossible and nothing is inevitable. We must wake each day determined to pay attention, to bless the good and believe in our own power. We must internalize the words of Aurora Levins Morales’ Vahavata, “Do not let despair sink into the voice with which you sing”. |
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