A Letter to the Students of Stoneman Douglas High School

One of the teachers at Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida asked teachers around the country to write letters in long hand to the students of the school following the horrible attack last week. Earlier this week, I sent this letter to the students.

To the Students of Stoneman Douglas High School:

First and foremost, my deepest condolences to you on the senseless and tragic loss of your friends and your teachers. My prayers and those of my community go out to all of you and your families for comfort and healing. 

Our nation needs strong voices to bring about change. Many of us, myself included, have fought for years for changes in gun laws and have so often been met with resistance. 

But, your voices- your beautiful, strong, loud voices- are being heard and are empowering people throughout the nation. I am so encouraged that in the face of unspeakable tragedy, you are gathering strength and bringing us all with you. 

Do not give up the fight. We need your passion and your voices of hope.

May we all see a new day soon. 

Wish wishes for comfort and with great admiration and respect. And, with a promise to shout alongside you,  

Love, 

Rabbi Robert Dobrusin

 

And I extend to these words of encouragement and respect to all of our young people who are standing up for changes in gun laws and for a better path for our nation.

 

 

Jerusalem

There has been so much talk about the latest news regarding Jerusalem and, I have to admit, I am still conflicted by so many different thoughts and perspectives. All of them seem to swirl around the pragmatic and political issues surrounding the city. But, I want to approach this here from a different perspective.

The other night at services, I shared the words of Abraham Joshua Heschel which he wrote following his visit to Jerusalem in July, 1967, immediately after the six day war. Regardless of where anyone stands regarding this past week’s announcement, for me, these words capture better than any others I have ever read, the spirit of the city and what Jerusalem demands of us. I think it is worthwhile to take a moment to step back from the political discussion and think about what Heschel’s words mean to all of us, to everyone, who loves the city.

The mystery that is Jerusalem, the challenge that is Jerusalem! How to unite the human and the holy? How to echo the divine in the shape of words, in the form of deeds?

Now that we are at home in the city of David, what is required of us? What message does this new chapter in Jewish history hold in store?

How shall we live in Jerusalem? She is a queen demanding high standards. What does she expect of us, living in an age of spiritual obtuseness, near exhaustion? What sort of light should glow in Zion? What words, what thoughts, what vision should come of out Zion?

The challenge is staggering. Let us pray that we may not fail. Let us prepare the minds and the hearts for the vision of Isaiah concerning Judaism and Jerusalem: “For our of Zion shall go forth the law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. He shall judge between the nations and shall decide for many peoples; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks, nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. “Isaiah 2:3-4

We must be aware lest the place of David become a commonplace.

One is terribly apprehensive. How do you live in the city of God? How do you match the infinitely holy with justice and compassion, with song and prayer? How do you live in a sanctuary day and night?… What should come out  of Zion? Renunciation of lies, compassion, disgust with violence, help to overcome the infirmity of the spirit.

Jerusalem is more than a place in space or a memorial to glories of the past. Jerusalem is a prelude, anticipation of days to come. 

How to prepare the city for such destiny? How to qualify for such calling?

It is one of the great marvels of history that Jerusalem is sacred not only to the Jews but also the Christians and to Moslems all over the world…Who will fan and force the fire of truth to spread across the world, insisting that we are all one, that mankind is not an animal species but a fellowship of care, a covenant of brotherhood?

None shall fear. None shall hurt.

There is cursing in the world, scheming and very little praying. Let Jerusalem inspire praying: an end to rage, an end to violence. 

Let Jerusalem be a seat of mercy for all men. Wherever a sigh is uttered, it will evoke active compassion in Jerusalem.

Let there be no waste of history. This must be instilled in those who might be walking in the streets of Jerusalem like God’s butlers in the sacred palace. Here no one is more than a guest. 

Jerusalem must not be lost to pride or to vanity.

All of Jerusalem is a gate, but the key is lost in the darkness of God’s silence. Let us light all the lights,let us call all the names to find the key…

From Israel: An Echo of Eternity.

 

I believe without question that Jerusalem should be the capital of Israel. But, I am not a political analyst.  I am a rabbi and Heschel’s words speak to me. This is the Jerusalem that I long for and the one our tradition inspires us to work towards.

Seek the peace of Jerusalem.

EREV ROSH HASHANA 2017

EREV ROSH HASHANA 2017

ASHER YATZAR: LESSONS FROM A HOSPITAL STAY

On this night two years ago, as we began the Congregation’s 100th year, I asked you to commit yourselves to choosing something new to learn, something new to experience, something new to celebrate as a Jew in the year just beginning.

The purpose of that effort was to recognize that we should all seek to revitalize our Jewish lives by doing something new and breaking out of whatever well-rehearsed pattern we had developed over the years.

I asked you to share your ideas with me and many of you did. I hope you all have continued that spirit of discovery and innovation in your spiritual lives since then.

I never told you, though, what I chose to do, which new ritual I took on, and I want to tell you this evening.

I committed myself to adding a particular bracha to my davening each morning. The blessing I added is one that we often teach with a bit of a smile because it is the blessing traditionally said after one uses the bathroom. But that smile is misleading. It is so very serious.

The blessing, asher yatzar is translated in our siddur in this way:

Praised are you Adonai our God who rules the universe, fashioning the human body in wisdom, creating openings, arteries, glands and organs, marvelous in structure, intricate in design. Should but one of them fail to function by being blocked or opened, it would be impossible to exist. Praised are You Adonai, healer of all flesh, sustaining our bodies in wondrous ways.

The blessing may have its traditional setting but it has a broader context and that is why it is given a fixed place in our siddur as part of the morning blessings. The bracha recognizes the wonder of our bodies, the intricate way in which they function and the fact that we are always, in one sense, living on the edge, living with uncertainty, never knowing what each day might bring.

At the time I made the decision to say the blessing each day, I did so for a philosophical reason which I will explain in a few minutes. But I didn’t expect at the time was that the bracha would hold great personal meaning for me two years later.

Over the last 10 or 12 years, I have been suffering with occasional bouts of severe stomach pain and some related symptoms. After a long process of diagnosis, the cause was identified and, given it had been going on for so long and was not going away, my physicians suggested that I should consider surgery instead of merely tolerating the occasional painful episodes. I hesitated. But, this past summer, for a number of reasons, I finally decided to undergo the surgery which was completely successful.

But, having GI surgery puts the blessing about organs and bodily processes into a much different context. I have always remembered one of my teachers at the Seminary talking extensively about saying the asher yatzar blessing a few days after he had GI surgery and how it brought him to tears. I will spare you the details of his discussion and of the occasion on which I spontaneously said the blessing in the middle of the night a few days after the surgery- you don’t need to hear those details, believe me, – but I promise you saying that blessing was one of the deepest spiritual experiences of my life and I say that seriously.

In fact, the entire process of the surgery and recovery was in many ways a spiritual experience for me which I am still processing. When I thought about the operation and especially later when I received the detailed report of the surgery and read was done to the patient, namely me, I was deeply moved. I realized that I had placed my life in the hands of professionals and when it was over, I felt that they had worked to make God’s creation more efficient. While I did become grumpy and impatient when I thought I wasn’t going to be home for Shabbat, most of the few days I was in the hospital, I had a much different attitude.

Far from feeling violated or intruded upon in any way as the physicians and nurses did whatever they needed to do to help me heal and to be comfortable, I felt, in fact like they were re-creating me in some deeply, meaningful way. It was a tremendously moving experience to walk out of the hospital feeling whole.

Let me quickly add that I fully realize not all hospital stays yield such positive results and I am humbly grateful and I am deeply cognizant of and sensitive to all of those for whom physical healing does not come.

And, let me also add that I realize that I am privileged to have access to the health care I received and to be able to afford it. Every single person in this nation, in this world, should have the ability to access such medical treatment and the fact that our leaders are still squabbling over this issue while people suffer is a disgrace in our nation.

In the end, while I would greatly prefer other ways to have a spiritual experience, it truly has been a profound moment in my life.

But, as I mentioned, that was not the reason why I chose to say this blessing each day. It was for a much more philosophical reason. I chose to say the blessing as a celebration of God, our creator.

Tomorrow morning, I will refer briefly to discussion groups I have been involved with for many years which bring together life scientists and faith leaders to talk about issues of science and religious faith.

The more I learn about scientific fields, whether medicine, astronomy or biology or genetics or physics, which I never really understand, my belief in God as creator deepens. The intricacy of the world, and as I now know more intimately, the intricacy of our human bodies are evidence to me of what I cautiously but with stubborn determination refer to as “intelligent design”. I know the implications of such a phrase politically. You can be sure that I don’t intend it to be an excuse for creationism. Intelligent design simply means to me that the big bang and the appearance of human beings on this earth were not colossal and cosmic accidents.

I believe in a creator. I believe in the God of creation who gave this universe and therefore human beings a start.

But, as I have often said from this bima, it doesn’t matter to me whether or not anyone believes in God as long as they act like they do.

And we as a nation must act like we believe in God.

Believing in God as creator is a commitment to equality. All of us are equal parts of creation. As the Mishna teaches, believing in God as creator means no one can say: Abba Gadol Mayavecha, “My father is greater than your father”. That simple message has been forgotten by so many.

Believing in God as creator is an encouragement to live a life of purpose to reflect the purposeful way in which we have been created.

Believing in God as creator is a recognition and affirmation that everything we see, everything we build and everything we are, are gifts which need to be protected because they can so easily go wrong.

Equality, purpose and determination to protect that which has been given to us…In this nation, in this world, we need to act like we believe in those principles.

The rancor, the anger, the divisiveness, the pettiness and the arrogance that we see so often and particularly in the past year in this nation scares us all deeply. While I don’t believe that accepting God as creator will solve our problems, it will help us all to be appropriately humble and yet raise our vision higher.

And so, tonight I say a blessing.

Blessed be God who created us with such intricacy that we can function fully. Blessed be God who provides wisdom to many different people of many different disciplines that help us continue to thrive as human beings.

And on this day when we celebrate the anniversary of creation, blessed be God who has given us the dawn of a new year to try to make things right in our lives, in our community, in our nation and in our world.

 

 

Happy 40th Birthday to the Best of All Time!

There can, of course, be only one “best of all time” and whatever the subject, the choice is clearly subjective. Each individual is entitled to  his or her own choice for “best of all time”.

When the subject turns to movies, I have my vote for “best of all time” and this film is celebrating its 40th anniversary this week.

So, happy birthday to the best movie of all time, at least, of course, among those I have seen. Happy birthday to Steven Spielberg’s classic Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

I have seen the movie so many times and each time I find myself completely mesmerized by the experience. All that I have to hear are those 5 tones and I can’t resist watching the entire movie even though I know the story and most of the dialogue by heart.

There are so many reasons why I love the movie. The subject matter is one that has fascinated me for years and other movies which have dealt with the theme also are among my favorites including Contact and E.T. But, Close Encounters is in a class by itself. The entire culminating scene is so full of wonder and awe that it brings me to tears each time, no matter how many times I have seen it.

I find the acting compelling, particularly that of my two favorite characters played by Francois Truffaut and Bob Balaban. The scientist and the mapmaker who work together to make the encounter possible are brilliantly understated in their acting.

Finally, individual scenes which stand out in my mind make the entire movie so memorable. Besides the final scene, the scenes which I love include the short scene at the beginning with the old man in Mexico who says over and over in Spanish: The sun came out last night and sang to me”; the scene in India in which the leader asks those gathered where they heard the tones they are chanting and all you see are hundreds of fingers pointing excitedly to the heavens; and, finally, the scenes with the little boy smiling at his new friends.

What a movie!

I stayed up most of the night with a good friend after seeing Close Encounters of the Third Kind for the first time during the fall of 1977. We talked through the night about the symbolism, the spiritual hints in the movie (watch for two of the characters reaching for each other and touching each other’s fingers mimicking the “Creation of Adam” from the Sistine Chapel ceiling) and  the foreshadowing which you only catch when watching the movie for the second, third or 100th time.

But, as the years have gone along, I have become more fascinated with the spiritual message of the movie as I understand it. The message is contained in the final scene. Here is the way I explained it in my book: “The Long Way Around: Stories and Sermons from a Life’s Journey”:

There is a memorable scene from the end of Close Encounters in which human scientists, standing in the presence of aliens who are clearly superior to them in intelligence, take a moment to teach a simple musical scale using hand motions. The alien leader, on the second try, mimics the simple hand motions and smiles a knowing, loving, proud, smile.

This is the paradigm. In the presence of immense power and creative ability, there is still something which is needed and appreciated by the one who is clearly superior. Simply put, we can be teachers.

I believe that as God has retreated from active involvement in the day to day life of human beings, leaving us to exercise free will with the guidance of Torah, God continues to watch us closely.  When we take even the smallest step to bring the world to a better place or use our wisdom to improve the world, I believe that God smiles that same knowing, loving and proud smile at what God’s creations have taught him.

If you’ve never seen the movie, make it a point to do so soon.

It is simply the best.

 

 

The Questions We Must Ask

We began by singing Mi HaIsh from Psalm 34: 13-15.

The song is taken directly from Psalm 34. Mi HaIsh…in essence means: Who is the person who desires a good life? One of the answers is sur mayra v’asay tov, turn from the bad and do the good.

This past week, we observed Rosh Hodesh Elul, the beginning of the month of Elul, the last month of the Jewish year. It is an inescapable fact now, the High Holy Days are on the horizon.

Elul is a month which is dedicated to the process of teshuva: repentance, literally returning. It is a time in which we begin to seriously consider how we may “turn from the bad and do the good”.

One way to “do teshuva” is to ask ourselves serious questions. We can find general questions in the siddur: Mah anachnu, mah hayenu. What are we? What is our life?

The Talmud offers in a different context some more specific questions we might ask: Did we take time for Torah study? Were we honest in our business dealings? And, finally, my favorite question which actually doesn’t appear in the Talmud but is implied by one Talmudic teaching: did we take advantage of permitted pleasures in this beautiful world?

I love that question.

Mi HaIsh: Who is the person who desires a good life?

Mi HaIsh: Who is the person?

In today’s Torah portion we see the same words Mi HaIsh, repeated four times in a very interesting section of text in which the Torah identifies four groups of men who were granted exemption from battle. We read that the officers would stand in front of the people on the eve of battle and they say: Mi HaIsh.

Mi HaIsh? Who is the man who has built a house and not dedicated it yet?

Mi HaIsh? Who is the man who has planted a vineyard but didn’t drink its wine?

Mi HaIsh? Who is the man who has betrothed a woman but has not married her as of yet?

And, finally, Mi HaIsh? Who is the man who is of soft heart and who is afraid? Let them all return to their homes.

A person who had begun a process of building, planting or marrying and had not yet finished was allowed to return home to finish the process he had begun. A person who was afraid, and the commentators discuss the meaning of this with widely varied interpretations which we can go into another time, is allowed to return home lest his fear become contagious.

It’s a fascinating text. It begs us to consider the implication if all of the soldiers, on both sides of a conflict, found a reason to turn and go home. It reminds me of that old bumper sticker from my youth: “Suppose they gave a war and nobody came?”

But, that is also a topic for another day.

My interest is in the three categories: Why building, planting and marrying? What is the connection between these three?

Perhaps what they have in common is that building, planting and forming an emotional bond are three actions which bring tremendous meaning to our lives by responding to our need as human beings to leave a mark on the world. We build. We plant. We form meaningful, productive bonds with a partner.

Because these actions are so basic to human beings, they give us the opportunity to consider some very basic questions which could guide our teshuva this year:

Building: What have we built this year? Have we built a life of meaning and of usefulness? Have we made proper use of the raw materials we have been given to fashion a life of purpose? Have we built creatively and with wisdom?

Planting: What have we planted this year? Have we sown seeds which will produce nourishing fruit for our future and for those that come after us? Have we planted with forethought and concern for the time to come? Have we planted things of beauty and of meaning that will leave the world a better place?

Marrying: Have we shown concern, compassion, and love to our partners? Have we been the partner we promised to be? And, to extend the thought: What have we “wedded ourselves” to this year? What have we chosen to commit ourselves to emotionally? Have we found time to dedicate passion to something of lasting significance?

Referring back to the story of the military exemptions, I will add one more set of questions. What are we afraid of in our lives? Have we taken steps to allay those fears and live a full life taking reasonable precautions?

Some of the commentators say that all of the military exemptions were called out at the same time so that when men did leave, no one would know if they were going home to dedicate their home, drink wine, and marry their partner or if they were afraid. Sensing that no one would want to admit to being afraid, everyone left together so that no one would know who actually was afraid. The fearful man could hide among the others.

But, with our lives, there is no hiding. We stand alone before God in teshuva, in repentance. We stand before our creator and ask the questions we must ask.

Building, planting, developing deep relationships and admitting to our fears are all basic aspects of who we are.

May we consider each of them as we begin the process of teshuva.

A Day of Shame and A Week to Reflect

The horrible events which took place in Charlottesville yesterday are still so difficult to comprehend- and yet, in some ways, they should not be surprising.

The rhetoric of division, suspicion and hatred has always been present in this nation and, sadly,  in many ways it gradually became more “acceptable” during a presidential campaign which exploited the divisiveness and suspicion and seemed to turn a blind eye towards hatred. I, and so many others, have written so many words about the threat that such rhetoric from the White House posed to our nation and to see it boil over so dramatically in Charlottesville was a reminder that words do matter and that actions or proposed actions which endanger Americans of any kind- Muslims, the LGBT community, people of color, immigrants, Jews, whomever- will have ramifications on the streets of our nation.

And, the response of President Trump to yesterday’s events  displayed not only an alarming and blatant lack of sensitivity and compassion but a lack of any sense of moral leadership in his unwillingness, if for no other reason than to upset a significant part of his political base, to call out the white supremacists whose rhetoric and violence ignited the horrendous events that took place yesterday.

We need to hear from our president the kinds of words the local governmental officials in Charlottesville and Virginia expressed: those of complete and unequivocal rejection of those individuals and groups who advocate racism and express hatred. Anything less is insufficient and only adds to the division in this nation.

It is Sunday morning and I have a week to write a sermon for next week. I had planned to speak this coming Shabbat morning about the Solar Eclipse taking place a week from Monday and I will do all I can to make that part of my words because this is such a “once in a lifetime” event in so many ways and my fascination with astronomy and how it reflects my belief in God as creator makes it an event I can not ignore.

But, it will not be the whole story of that sermon. Somehow, I will have to connect this event to what is happening here on earth. Perhaps it might be appropriate for us to consider how easy it is for us the light that this nation has always provided can be covered by the shadow of racism and violence. We’ll see what thoughts come to mind over the week.

This week’s parasha begins with the words: See I have placed before you blessing and curse.

As long as the curse of violence and hatred is expressed in this nation- and as  long as our leaders do not do all in their power to condemn it and stop it, our light as a nation will not shine as brightly as it should, if it shines at all.

I will post the sermon when it is written.

Until then, may our nation know peace and calm.

 

100 years

Today, May 29, marks the 100th birthday of the late President John F. Kennedy. In my book, I wrote about my clear and fond memory of seeing President Kennedy as his motorcade drove by a block from our house in 1963 and of my memories of the weekend of the assassination in November of that year. While he was not perfect as a president, he inspired my generation and others before and after with hope and vision for our nation.

President Kennedy concluded his inaugural address with my favorite quotation of his: “Let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help but knowing that here on earth, God’s work must truly be our own”. I love that quotation and have referred to it often during sermons and classes.

But, the sentence that preceded it is also instructive and fascinating.

President Kennedy preceded his statement about God’s work being our own by saying; “With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth…”

That sentence is fascinating to me because as he took the oath of office, he was still facing the bigotry and suspicion of many citizens because he was a Roman Catholic. His statement therefore is critical. He doesn’t speak of the reward offered by “heaven” or an afterlife. He doesn’t speak of God’s judging of the people, he rather focuses on “good being its own reward” by insuring a good conscience and that our acts will be judged by how we affect this world.

I can’t comment on President Kennedy’s personal theology but his statement, if it was heard clearly, was a way of saying that though we need belief in God to guide us, our reward as human beings will be understood in very human terms in this world.

I personally believe that a religious faith can be a great asset for any human being and politicians are no exception. But, what a religious belief brings to any person is best reflected in how they live their lives not in any theological beliefs concerning ultimate redemption or judgment. In the end, personal conscience and the way the world is affected by what we believe are the most important products of any belief we hold.

May the memory of President Kennedy be for a blessing and may his words continue to inspire.

The Spare Tire on the Roof

My book, The Long Away Around: Stories and Sermons from a Life’s Journey sat in my computer for years. It went through many revisions. In fact, truthfully, the final text bore only a faint resemblance to my first text written several years ago. I removed some sermons and added some others. I shortened some stories and lengthened others. The book read much differently after I made changes and took the suggestions of my editor, Sarah Wood.

But, through it all, some things remained constant. One of the stories that absolutely did not change and never was in danger of being cut was the story I tell of my father and the spare tire. From the first time I dared to share a first draft of what was to become the book to the finished copy, that story stayed in. And, from the first time I shared the draft, that was the story that almost every reader, including my brother who was there through the whole episode, told me was priceless and unforgettable.

To just summarize for those who haven’t read the book itself, our trip to Washington DC and Williamsburg, Virginia when I was 11 was memorable for me in many ways. But, the most memorable single occurrence was my father’s frustration with the luggage arrangements he had worked so hard to plan. The luggage started out on the roof rack and my brother and I started the vacation in the place we had been promised: the “way back” seat of the rented station wagon where we sat happily facing the back window by ourselves.

But, after one day, Dad decided he couldn’t go through the process of getting the luggage onto the roof each day and decided to put it instead in the back of the station wagon and move my brother and me to the middle seats, front and back where we sat somewhat miserably for the trip.

Then, concerned that he might need the spare tire and would have to take all the luggage out of the back, my father came up with the brilliant decision to put the spare tire on the luggage rack and even was able to convince some fellow travelers in the motel parking lot that this was a brilliant stroke of genius. They took his advice and scarred their children for life too.

I’m only kidding with the last sentence but the truth is that we were somewhat embarrassed to say the least by driving a beautiful new rented station wagon with a spare tire tied down on the roof. The Beverly Hillbillies’ was a popular show at the time. Need I say more?

If you read the story as it appears in the book, you’ll see the context. But, for now, I just want to speculate on why that the story seemed to have touched a nerve with so many.

I’m not sure if it’s because it is an example of how parents always manage to embarrass their children (anytime my kids complain that I embarrassed them, I told them: “You have no idea…”) or if it just reminds people of the joys of family travel or if everyone’s parents were on some level idiosyncratic and impossible to figure out or if, as I wrote in the book, from a kid’s perspective there is always one moment when you feel like you are living in an absolutely perfect world only to have it shattered by a parental decision. But, one way or the other, this story seemed to resonate with people more than any other I told.

I am fascinated with memory. Why do we remember certain stories and not others? Why are certain things so indelibly etched in our minds that we feel we will never forget them? And why, in some situations are the stories we remember the ones that touch others so deeply. Maybe it’s the way we tell them, with enthusiasm that comes through clearly. Or, maybe, the stories we remember are the ones which link all of us together as human beings. As I said, there isn’t a child in the world who hasn’t at one point been embarrassed by a well-meaning parent. Whether the story of that moment involved a spare tire or not, we never forget that moment of embarrassment.

And, as the years go on, we wish so deeply that we could feel it one more time.

Here we Go!

I usually only write about old, “vintage” TV shows and while I do occasionally watch a current show, my TV watching usually revolves around the old sitcoms and game shows (I love the 1960’s version of To Tell the Truth currently airing on Buzzr network).

But there is one current program that I never miss and no matter what anyone else says about it, when the day of its season premiere nears, I can’t wait.

And tonight’s the night!

Yes, tonight I plan to watch 22 people, each of them much better looking and in much better shape than I, take off on a trip around the world on The Amazing Race. And, as I have done for the previous 28 editions of this series, I will be with them vicariously every step of the way as they face physical challenges, exhausting three day legs, nights sleeping in a desert camp or doing any number of crazy things hoping to win the one million dollar prize.

I love The Amazing Race and have loved every season since I began watching 16 years ago. Some of the “gimmicks” in the last few seasons haven’t appealed to me but I’ve still watched every episode cheering on my favorite teams and watching as the teams travel to exotic places that I can only dream of going to.

I will never run the Amazing Race. I will not bungee jump or sky dive, I can’t shlep barrels of beer or whatever else these strong young people have to carry and observance of kashrut would prevent me from participating in the “eating challenge” that shows up at least once every season.

But, if the teams were allowed to take along an older individual to read the maps, figure out the best airline tickets to buy, solve some geography puzzles and gently remind them to enjoy the scenery as they race around the world, I would be right there. I’d even learn to drive a standard transmission car- something some incredibly short sighted Amazing Race participants didn’t do before leaving on the race which is something I will never understand.

But, no one wants me on the Amazing Race. So, I have to be satisfied watching these people I don’t know take my trip of a lifetime.

I can’t wait.

The Four Children of the Pesach Haggada: Tragic Rabbinic Mistake

Yesterday, I was honored to deliver a presentation at Limmud Michigan at Wayne State University in Detroit. Limmud Michigan brought together hundreds of participant to learn from various teachers addressing various subjects of Jewish learning.

I chose to present a class on the four children of the Pesach haggadah calling it: “Brilliant Rabbinic Wisdom, Tragic Rabbinic Mistake”. I was pleased with the reaction to the class but a couple of people noted that I ran out of time at the end to develop my idea about the “mistake” more completely. It sill made an impact, judging by the reaction of the participants, and maybe a few passionate sentences at the end of my presentation were enough to be memorable for many. But, I have developed the point further and in fact it was the subject of a Kol Nidre sermon that I delivered a few years ago. During a later posting, I’ll say more about the four children section itself but here is a more complete discussion of the tragic Rabbinic mistake which should haunt us to this day and should compel us to consider those around us differently than the rabbis did.

THE FOUR CHILDREN OF THE HAGGADAH.

We welcome them to our table every year and our holiday would not be complete without them.

 

They have been portrayed in many different ways, this time in the form of different Jews from different centuries … this time as the four Marx Brothers … this time as kids you recognize from the school playground, right up to the one with the orange spiky hair.

 

They don’t talk to each other. But they do talk to you.

 

They demand your attention, and inspire you to talk back to them with your own commentary and your own conclusions. They are fascinating creations with their roots in the Torah and their personalities crafted by Talmudic Rabbis who were so perceptive regarding human nature.

 

They run the gamut: one is wise, one is rebellious or even wicked, one is simple and naïve, one doesn’t even know how to ask. And they sit at the table and demand that we recognize them and identify with them.

 

And identify with them we do. Each year we ask ourselves: which one am I? Of course, as so many commentaries have suggested, each of us is all four of them, rolled up into the complex individual each of us is. We have a wise side, we can be rebellious. We need to confront the world with basic simplicity. We don’t even know where to begin to ask. Yes, that is what the commentaries say. But deep in our hearts, each year — depending on what has happened in our own lives, in the world at large, maybe even depending on who is leading the Seder at which we find ourselves — we identify more closely with one or the other.

 

These four children — wise, rebellious, simple, unable to ask –they are us and we know it.

But there is one thing about them which is not like us: they never change. Each and every year, each asks or doesn’t ask the same question; and the question they ask, or they don’t ask, is written in stone, taken directly from the Torah’s verses which describes a father teaching his child about the Exodus.

 

I grew up in a home in which the four children, or four sons as we knew them then, were among the most important characters we met over the course of the year. The leader of our Seder loved them, found them to be so deeply meaningful and inspirational; and, perhaps because of that, his son took his fascination even further, teaching classes year after year about the intricacies of the commentary and interpretation and how accurate it is to the text. I love to teach this text and have shared it with so many, especially, bar and bat mitzvah families and always with the same lesson: our kids, as we, are each distinct individuals and go through different stages and each must be answered in an appropriate way.

But one year, I realized something troubling about the four children that I had never noticed before. It was so obvious and I had missed it all along; and not only had I missed it, but in all my studying I had never come across this comment from any Rabbi or scholar. If someone else had written it, I would quote it in his or her name and, as our sages say, thus help bring redemption to the world, the reward for appropriately attributing a teaching. But I haven’t found it anywhere else.

 

And here is what troubles me ….

 

How can we do this to people we respect and learn from? How can we set them in stone the way we do? Throughout history, they will never change. They will always be wise or rebellious or simple or unquestioning. They are never allowed to change.

And that is for one simple reason: because they have been given a name — wise, rebellious, simple, unquestioning. And once someone has a name, that name becomes their identity.

 

The wise child will never rebel, he will always be wise. The rebellious child will never conform, he will always be the rasha. The simple child will never understand, he will never grow. The fourth will never speak.

 

How much better would it have been, how much wiser would our Rabbis — who are usually so on target educationally — have been had they introduced these four children as: the one who asked a wise question, the one who asked a rebellious question, the one who asked a simple question, the one who did not ask at all.

 

 

It would have been a subtle difference, but it would have been so instructive; for instead of labeling them, it would have been their question that would have been labeled. And the possibility would have existed that this rebellious child might one day have asked a wise question, and the wise child decided to play rebel for one day, and we would have focused on the action instead of the personality.

 

I want you to open your machzor for a moment and turn to page 239, to the Selichot prayers for the Yom Kippur service, prayers which we will say in a few moments and then repeat on four other occasions before we blow the Shofar tomorrow evening.

 

I want you to follow with me a progression in these penitential prayers that I think is extremely significant and perceptive and will help us all understand teshuva, repentance, more clearly.

 

After we sing the words which seem to define the Kol Nidre service, Ki Anu Amecha V’atah Elohaynu, we make two statements: Anu kishay oref v’atah erech apayim. Anu …

 

These are dangerous statements to make. They may be true, but they are dangerous. Yes, at times we are stubborn. But it is such a dangerous statement, the machzor doesn’t allow it to stand.

 

The selichot prayers are not allowed to end here. Instead, we go in a different direction. We progress to Ashamnu — an acrostic list of generalized sins that someone in the community has committed, which we confess together for two reasons: one, we’re all in this together and confessing all of the sins provides cover for those who really did some of these awful things; and secondly, we’re never sure we remember all the negative things we’ve done, so expressing regret for something we may not have done may not be the worst thing in the world.

Note that in the Ashamnu, the statement that anu k’shay oref (“we are stubborn”) has been changed into kishinu oref, which is a verb not an adjective, and is translated “we have acted stubbornly.”

 

This idea than continues with the al het, which focuses solely on actions as we confess the sins we have committed.

 

The machzor has done what the haggada didn’t do: it moves beyond labeling to identifying actions, something that each of us knows in our hearts is the best way to judge an individual or judge ourselves.

 

 

When we label ourselves or attach a label to someone else, it is so difficult, near impossible to shake. How many children have suffered because they have been labeled? How many adults have found the road to desired teshuva locked before them, because society in general has attached a label to them like a straight jacket which can not be shed? How many of us struggle to escape the labels we have internalized and allowed to dominate our lives?

 

In so many ways, our actions are an extension of our personality. But how often do we use that as an excuse? We say: “I’m just a stubborn person, I’ll never change.” How often does society expect nothing more from an individual who has been labeled hopeless? How often do we not even recognize when a person we have classified in a negative way has acted in a completely different way, a way which ought to inspire our respect but instead is treated with cynicism because, after all, what good can we really expect from such a person?

 

Of course, once we have acted in a certain way enough times, it becomes difficult to break out of it. Our Rabbis taught sichar mitzvah mitzvah sichar avayrah avayrah, which I will translate as “the result of doing a mitzvah is doing another mitzvah, the result of sinning is sinning again.” Our actions do become ingrained and become part of us. But that is what teshuva is meant to correct, breaking away from patterns; and as difficult as it is to do that, it is infinitely more difficult when the actions that we have performed are not just associated with us but become identified, by others and by ourselves, with our very being.

 

When you read the selichot prayers this year, think about how different it is to confess actions than to doom yourself to a life of such actions with the adjective the machzor begins with and then rejects. Think about how many times, without thinking about it, we ourselves have allowed the labels we assign to others to trap ourselves — and to trap them — into a situation in which teshuva, repentance becomes impossible.

 

Then think back to those four guests at the Seder table — how horrible their lives have become because we’ve never let them be any different than they were at the one moment they opened up their mouths.

 

What a terrible injustice we have done to them and to so many of God’s children who came after them.

 

Please rise for the selichot prayers.