#BlogExodus – Chameitz as learning, art, and luck

Written by heidi on March 25th, 2012

I get it: get the chameitz, leavening out of the house before Passover. The Israelites had to leave Egypt in great haste that they had no time to let their bread rise before having to pack it all and leave.

For anyone who has ever tried to bake fresh bread, you know that there is chemistry, art, and luck all involved. The chemistry is having the water temperature just right so that the yeast will not die from being too hot or too cold – yes, think of the three little bears, that climate has to be just right for the yeast to do it’s thing…grow! Not to mention, mixing the yeast and water with some sugar to feed those little yeast creatures – what a great brood of bubbling goodness. The art; to get it all mixed together and holding tight, there is the art of kneading. Not to fast, not too slow. Don’t pull too hard and don’t be too gentle. Get the mass of ingredients mixed just right so that it can sit in a warm spot (chemistry again) allowing the dough to rest and rise. And then there’s luck; you’ve followed all the instructions passed on from generation to generation. You hope the yeast is still alive and the temperature seems just right for rising, but you still have to cross those fingers and hope that luck is on your side and the bread will rise to satisfy your hunger.

It takes time, it takes patience, it takes art to make a perfect loaf of bread, let alone the challah that will make our Shabbat table that much more special. But there is no time, there is only haste and the need to hurry. And when that happens, we are only left with a tight, heavy, mound of bread – too hard to eat, too touch to break, too challenging to enjoy.

Get the chameitz out of your house, hurry! And then during the week of remembering and celebrating our freedom, remember: when you return the chameitz into your home, do so with knowledge and learning (chemistry); art and the careful consideration of traditions passed down from one generation to the next – you can’t rush everything in life; and luck – we can always use a little faith that it will all turn out just right.

 

#BlogExodus Narrow Places of Mitzrayim

Written by heidi on March 25th, 2012

My friend and colleague, Rabbi Phyllis Sommer, also known as Ima on the Bima, presented a great idea for anyone blogging, tweeting, facebooking, or instagramming (don’t know if that is really a word, but it’s a great app – thanks DovLev). This year, in preparation for Passover, we should Blog the Exodus. While I don’t blog daily, I’m hoping that maybe, this might inspire me to do more, or at least post something on Facebook and Twitter. So follow me there as well as we prepare for Pesach, celebrating our Freedom and life.  You can search, #BlogExodus or #exodusgram for more inspiration.

Mitzrayim, so easily thought of as that place thousands of years ago. It was there that Joseph was sent down into slavery; there that Jacob and his family joined Joseph to survive the famine; there that the Israelites were enslaved for over 400 years. It was in Mitzrayim where God heard the Israelites cry out in pain and suffering looking to be released. Mitzrayim was the narrow place, the tunnel in which there seems to be no easy exit and the walls continually creep in closer and closer as one passes through.

There are these caves in our own lives. The walls seem to be closing in around us at times and we can’t run fast enough toward the light to get out. The narrow places do not allow us to move so easily and eventually, turning around to go back is impossible. There is only one way to go, and that is forward.

How do we allow our feet to move us forward? How do we allow ourselves to not just crouch down and wait for something, anything, anyone?

Somehow, we do. Somehow our feet propel us forward and our ears listen for comforting sounds of others or that which will soothe our soul. We sing a song, we think in our heads, but really, its tune echoes on the walls. We are comforted by our own voice, our own thoughts, our own strength.

Mitzrayim is the perception that we feel we are stuck, we feel we cannot move, we feel we are enslaved. But if only we allow ourselves to stand, take one step at a time and have faith that we can move forward, we might see that the cave is not so narrow. We might see that we are not alone in this space. We feel the presence of others with us, singing our niggun and walking hand in hand. There is a light ahead in this narrow space, we only have to find our way toward it and remember, we are never alone.

 

Final AIPAC Day and Thoughts

Written by heidi on March 8th, 2012

Monday at AIPAC:
Another early start to the day. However, there is something to be said for not getting up at the crack of dawn because fate will give you gifts. Rather than heading to the local Starbucks for morning coffee, I went with the hotel room brew. OK, not Starbucks, but it was caffeine and gave me an extra 15 minutes. When I finally headed downstairs I debated if I should get the shuttle or walk. I stood outside for a moment assessing the weather, looked to my right then my left and suddenly saw someone I thought I recognized. Whenever I see someone I recognize, I call out their name and either they respond or think I’m talking to someone behind them. I called out “Marshall!” and sure enough, it was Marshall! Who is Marshall? Marshall and Carol are a couple I grew up with in Denver, Colorado! His daughter and I went to religious school together since consecration and our families have been friends ever since. Yes, one has to fly across the country to run in to people one has not seen in years! It’s a small Jewish world after all.

The morning plenary was another great pep rally for supporting Israel and preparing for lobbying meetings on Tuesday. Senator Joe Leiberman addressed the conference for his last time while in office. The morning was filled with speeches and building the excitement for Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s address coming up in the evening.

The afternoon was filled with opportunities for break out group discussions and clergy meetings. Specifically, the Reform movement. There are 90 rabbis and cantors from the Reform Movement in attendance. This is significant considering the Reform movement has not been so visually present before. However, this year, with the Synagogue Initiative movement, more rabbis were encouraged to attend and see that AIPAC is an organization for all Jews. True, the Reform movements beginnings lay more in the social action/justice department, but since the 1967, Israel has come more to the forefront. However, with the perception of AIPAC being more conservative leaning, many Reform Jews stayed away. AIPAC however, is bipartisan. As I said in my d’var Torah for this week, and as you’ll hear me say this Friday night, there were times that I sat while others stood and applauded and there were times that I stood and applauded while others sat. What all 13,000 in the halls agreed upon was that Israel must be allowed defend herself and that America needs to support her fully.

Again and again the statement participants made to me when I asked them, ‘why do you support AIPAC?’ was that they feel that they are doing something. That even just being present at the AIPAC conference makes a statement that Israel is important and our government needs to support Israel to the fullest.

The evening energy was so intense with Benjamin Netanyahu on the schedule. Security was tight once again with long lines getting through secret service and into the hall. While I joked about there being no clergy seating for the Sunday morning plenary with President Obama and President Peres, clergy was allowed into a closer section for Monday night’s event. We were entertained by Rick Recht, the Maccabeats and Idan Rachael. (OK, so what did the ultra Orthodox think of his amazing women vocalists?)

Nancy Pelosi and Mitch McConnell were the warm up speakers and then it was time for Benjamin Netanyahu. We have all been wondering what happened in the meeting earlier that day with the President, but unlike last year, we were not going to hear. As Netanyahu said, you may be hearing that Israel is going to do this or that, please, I’m not going to tell you! Why would he? But he did express that something is going to happen, whether through the tougher sanctions created by the United States with containment off the table, or whether it was going to mean a direct strike. His statement was clear: Israel will defend herself no matter what.

The President and the Prime Minister cannot really come out and say that they are going to strike, that would be a declaration of war. And while we want to know what is going to happen and we live in a world of a constant barrage of information, sometimes, there are things that we are just not meant to know until it is happening.

Overall, it was an amazing evening event. That continuned even into Tuesday morning with the final plenary before delegates would go to the Hill for lobbying.

Tuesday was a campaign day! Romney, Santorum, and even Gingrich (hoping for a panel of four to ask him questions like they set up for Romney) spoke to the eager crowd. But the man who everyone was waiting to hear was Secretary of Defense, Leon Panetta. He was articulate and consistently clear wiht the President’s message. America has the back of Israel and a strong interest in making sure that Iran does not become nuclear capable. That containment is not on the table, and if needed, military action is not off the table. He gave a long list of all the work the Israeli and American military have accomplished together and the strength that both share with one another. It was informative and inspiring no matter what side of the aisle the delegates were on.

And then, just like that, the conference was over. It was time for everyone to head out to meet with Senators and House Representatives. To be counted in saying that we care about Israel and as your supporters, we expect that you will also.

I went into the conference not sure what to expect, and came out better informed and enlightened. I agree that if one is looking for a way to really “do” something for Israel along with making donations, participating in AIPAC and being a voice for Israel is truly a beautiful way to be counted. No matter where one falls on the political spectrum, AIPAC is a place where there are shared values and hopes for a strong and peaceful Israel and world. So what will be next….

 

Presidential Day at AIPAC

Written by heidi on March 4th, 2012

What a day! Two Presidents in one place at the same time!

The morning started off early. We were told to report to the security lines by 7:00 am for a 9:30 am program start. Everyone had to go through two security lines – one for the convention center, the other for the secret service. No food or drink allowed inside. Fortunately for a colleague who did not eat breakfast, I had a Cliff bar that had to be eaten or thrown out.

Once inside it was 1 1/2 hours of waiting. The hall is huge – it has to be to hold 13,000 people! I did ask if there was a Rabbi section – the security guard just smiled. :-) That’s ok, I met some great people and for the next 1 1/2 we bonded!

Finally, it was time! The program began with a panel discussion including anchor from Israel Channel 2 news and Liz Cheney. Let’s just say, she had some very strong opinions regarding President Obama.

Next, a beautiful video about President Shimon Peres. He is 88 years old, but the strength and endurance of a young determined man. When leaving Poland in 1934, his grandfather who was not well enough to travel with him said, “Shimon, stay Jewish.” Those three words shaped his life and career. It is in and through Israel that he keeps that promise to his grandfather. In a matter of weeks, Shimon Peres will receive the Medal of Freedom by President Obama.

Then it was time for President Obama. He received a warm but cautious welcome. His speech was everything that we want to hear from our President. His support of Israel, commitment to not allowing Iran create nuclear weapons, and commitment to the Jewish community. You can read his remarks here.

The morning plenary came to a close and it was time for lunch and break out sessions. Lunch was great – dim sum in China Town. The break out session was a wonderful study session with clergy and scholars from the Shalom Hartman Institute.

The day ended with a final plenary including remarks by the new President of AIPAC and a discussion with renowned reporters from different agencies. Each of them were entertaining and informative in discussing the elections ahead.

It was a very full day and now, it’s time to get some rest to start it all over again tomorrow. Tomorrow brings Nancy Pelosi and Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. Just when you think you have a semblance of order of some information, they give you more to make it even more complex.

 

AIPAC first night

Written by heidi on March 3rd, 2012

For the past few years, I have been asked to attend the AIPAC policy conference but the timing never seemed to work out. But this year, having spent the summer in Israel, I knew that this was the year!
I flew into Washington DC this evening and headed straight to the convention center, luggage and all, to check in and get my badge. We were advised to do this tonight since tomorrow, Sunday, will be very busy with Secret Service and President Obama and President Shimon Peres speaking at the opening plenary. As I got my badge I was told, make sure you are here tomorrow morning at 7:00 am so that you are in the hall on time. No one told him that I was from California and that’s 4:00 am my time! Oh well, sleep will happen on the plane ride home.
After walking almost a mile with my luggage to check in to the hotel, I headed back to the convention center for the opening reception for the Pacific Southwest Council. This may be the only time that I will see OC families: Silverstein, Brostoff, Vinikow, Taback, Matros, and Taleisnik. Because tomorrow, when the conference really starts, there will be 13,000 in attendance!!!!
Why am I here? Because I want to support Israel and I want to find new opportunities for my congregation to support Israel as well. One great comment came from a woman I sat on the bus with from Florida. She said, “I’m here because the world is watching.”
AIPAC Policy Conference is the largest gathering of Jews (and non-Jews) supporting Israel in the world. The world is watching. There are over 700 members of the press covering this event and sound bytes will start to make it around the world very soon, if they have not already.
I’m looking forward to taking it all in and bringing it back to all of you.
Stay in touch…there’s so much more to come.

 

Shema – Listen, We Are Israel!

Written by heidi on January 3rd, 2012

Shema – the most powerful and familiar prayer on our lips. From the time we were small children and throughout our life times, it is the Shema that we all know. Those six words evoke such emotion and connection. We teach them to our children and we pray that they will be the final words on our lips when we die.

In this final parashah of Genesis, Vayechi, Jacob is about to die. Jacob, the one person in Torah whose entire name was changed, from Jacob to Israel. And from him we are called Israel; we are those who wrestle each day with God and our Jewish identity. But Jacob has some unfinished business he must take care of before he departs. So he calls forward his sons to deliver his blessings and final instructions to return his body to the cave where his father and grandfather, Isaac and Abraham, are buried.

A midrash from D’varim Rabbah recalls how when Jacob calls all of his 12 sons to gather around him, he is concerned that all that has been passed on to him through his father Isaac, his grandfather, Abraham, and from God, will be lost with this new generation. He is struggling with his death because he is concerned that once he is gone, no one will continue this relationship with God and the responsibility of being the Israelite people and the commitment to this faith. But his sons gather around him and say, ‘Shema Yisrael, listen Dad (Jacob), ADONAI Eloheinu ADONAI echad!, ADONAI is our God, ADONAI is one.’ Upon hearing this conviction, hearing in their voices that all will not be lost, Jacob is able to say in a final quiet voice, ‘baruch Shem k’vod malchuto l’olam va’ed’ Blessed is God’s holy name, now and forever; I know that you will not forget your covenant with God, that you will teach it to your children, and pass it on for generations to come.

Just a couple of week’s ago, the Union for Reform Judaism held the National Biennial outside of Washington DC. It was the largest Biennial in Reform Jewish history during which lay and professional leaders gathered to learn, pray and study. It is an inspirational experience, one that I hope more of us will participate in two years when the Biennial will be in San Diego, CA.

During the Biennial, current URJ President, Rabbi Eric Yoffie and incoming President, Rabbi Rick Jacobs, spoke about the future of the Reform movement and Judaism as a whole. Rabbi Yoffie reflected on his past 16 years as URJ President and reminded Rabbi Jacobs to change everything. That the work we have engaged in over his tenure should continue, that we should create more ways of connecting to all of our congregants and the Jewish people as a whole. Our congregations and the movement are constantly asking, “who we are and how do we operate?” Rabbi Jacobs shared that we have a responsibility to work toward the fulfillment of our dreams, including “making dreams into reality, combating a world of want and challenge through concrete plans that seize opportunities, weathering tough times, and lighting the way forward with Torah as our guide.”

The Reform movement is only 200 years old and we are Reform Jews, meaning, we’re not done yet! We are far from completing the work of envisioning what Judaism is in our world. Both Rabbis Yoffie and Jacobs remind us that our Jewish world is not the same as it was when we were younger. There is a strong foundation from which we stand, but to remain relevant, to continue to connect in an ever changing world, we have a responsibility to create change while holding on tightly to the tenets of our Jewish faith and halachah. But that change has to be made together. No one person can do it alone. And if we want Judaism to be passed on to the next generation, we have to take responsibility for creating, sustaining and supporting Judaism for ourselves, our children and our future.

Jacob (Israel) was afraid to die because he was afraid that once he was gone, all that had been passed on to him would end with his final breath. But his children gathered around and promised to be links in the chain of tradition that began with Abraham and Sarah and continues today.

How are you that link? How will you promise Israel that when you are gone, Judaism is not gone with your final breath? No one can take the responsibility for you; we must all be partners in continuing the promise made by Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

 

You can read the full text of Rabbi Yoffie’s and Rabbi Jacob’s speeches at:

http://blogs.rj.org/blog/2011/12/17/2011-urj-biennial-presidential-shabbat-sermon/

 

http://blogs.rj.org/blog/2011/12/18/at-the-end-of-two-years/

 

 

Embrace the Confrontation

Written by heidi on December 6th, 2011

It’s a story of two brothers. We know how brothers (and sisters) can be at times. They don’t always agree. They argue, tease, and even ignore. This is an age-old issue, including Jacob and Esau in this week’s Torah portion, Vayishlach.

It has been 34 years since Jacob and Esau were last together. Jacob bought the birthright from his brother Esau for a bowl of lentil stew and later stole the blessing given by Isaac to whom he thought was his first born. To avoid his brother’s deep anger, Jacob fled and the time is now that they must meet.

What will Esau do? Jacob is fearful that his brother seeks revenge and wants to destroy him and his family. So Jacob divides his family and livestock in hopes that at least half may survive.

The night before this confrontation, Jacob wrestles with an angel who renames him Yisrael. Prepared for the worst, Jacob heads out to meet his brother, prepared to accept any consequences before him.

But Jacob is surprised – his brother does not strike out to kill him, rather, Esau reaches out to embrace Jacob, to forgive him, ready to move on.

How often do we wrestle with needing to confront someone or a situation? We put it off, afraid of what someone might say or what might happen. We wrestle with these thoughts yet, when we finally take that deep breath and approach the person or situation, we realize, it wasn’t as bad as we expected it to be. But sometimes, our pride, our consciousness makes what we expect the outcome to be that much more difficult.

And yes, email, social media and texting makes confrontation that much easier. We don’t actually have to face someone eye to eye or even talk to them. It seems so much easier to send the email or text message rather than approaching someone directly. And society seems to put its stamp of approval on this impersonal connection. But when we take the time to talk to someone, reach out to someone hand to hand, we realize that the personal connection is so much better, so much more human.

While we might wrestle with needing to approach a person, while we may not be sure of the words we should use to either ask for something or just connect, remember Jacob and Esau, for they embraced and they wept when they were finally able to connect person to person.

 

Gilad is Home!

Written by heidi on October 18th, 2011

Sukkot is called, z’man simchateinu, a time of our great joy. Today, a young man was returned to his family after five years. Gilad Shalit, an Israeli soldier, was abducted within Israeli boundaries near the Kerem Shalom crossing. On June 25, 2006, seven armed terrorists used a tunnel dug between Gaza and Israel to attack and kill two soldiers, wound five, and take Gilad Shalit. For five years, Gilad was allowed no contact with his family, the red cross or any other international organization to confirm his condition. But today, October 18, 2011, Gilad Shalit was returned to the arms of his parents, his family and his country and people.

We rejoice in his return, but yes there are concerns. Questions about the price Israel pays for the trade of one person for 1,027 prisoners. Is this price too steep? Should those who are responsible for the killing for Israelis be allowed to go free in order for one Israeli soldier to be returned home?

Since 1979, 6,566 Palestinian prisoners have been released for nine Israeli soldiers, ten dead soldiers, and one Israeli citizen. This is a high price to pay. However, as the Talmud teaches, to save one life is to save the whole world. (Mishnah Sanhedrin 4:5; Babylonian Talmud Tractate Sanhedrin 37a).

A life has been saved and a son has been returned. Yes, the cost is great and the emotions are very high on all ends. My heart aches for those families who lost loved ones and friends in the homicide bombings and attacks in Israel. But I ask this question: Knowing that those who have died can never be returned to their family, is it wrong to be grateful that a son was able to be returned to his parents? Should Gilad have been left in the hands of terrorists without any contact from his family, his country, the world? Knowing that there was the possibility to bring him home and back into their arms, could we really have just left him there?

Yes, the price may be very high and I have my reservations about the attitude we are starting to hear from Gaza and the West Bank. But, while we are alert, I hope that we can at least be able to enjoy this time of our great joy, z’man simchateinu, and just be thankful for this moment that Gilad is home, where he belongs.

 

Sitting at the Feet of Our Teachers – Yizkor 5772

Written by heidi on October 14th, 2011

The legend says that he sat under the table of his father, a Rebbe, in Ozarow, Poland. He would listen for hours as his father would teach students Talmud and soak it all up himself and carry it with him on his own daily chores and throughout his life. But this is a legend that was passed amongst the Rabbinic Students at HUC Cincinnati regarding our beloved Talmud teacher, Ben Zion Wacholder.

Born in 1924, in Ozarow, Poland, Ben Zion Wacholder studied in Yeshivot near and far from his small village. He became a great Talmud scholar before World War II began and he carried it with him through the Holocaust. But he had to do so in secret, for Ben Zion Wacholder survived the years of the Holocaust living as a Christian under an Aryan name and working in a Polish labor camp until liberation. The words of Talmud had to remain only in his mind’s eye and never on his lips during those years if he was to survive. After the war, he made his way to Paris, then to Bogota, Columbia and finally to the United States, where he came to settle in Los Angeles as the librarian at the Hebrew Union College.

He received his doctorate in 1960 and then became a professor of Talmud for students in Cincinnati. He was truly beloved and cherished by all of us.

There was another story passed down from generations of students about Dr. Wacholder – that when his eyesight had all but disappeared, Dr. Wacholder would come into class, ask us to open the tractate, volume of Talmud we were studying that day and begin reciting verbatim the mishnah, g’mara, and commentary along the tops, sides, and bottom. He never missed a word. But the story passed on to us was that years before, the students went to the Dean and said, ‘we adore our professor and we know that he is a learned man, but he comes with no book and is that truly honoring the text to come with no book?’ The Dean went to Dr. Wacholder and told him the student’s concerns and Dr. Wacholder, being the ever patient teacher, brought with him his tractate, his volume of Talmud to class. He carefully sat down, invited the students to open his or her tractate to the specified page as he opened his. He started to “read” the words to the students and as he was doing so, lifted the book in front of his face. The students looking at their teacher noticed two things: first, it was the wrong book and second, it was upside down. What the students saw that day was that they themselves were blind. They were blinded by their own ignorance and ego to assume that just because a professor did not have the book before him, that he would not teach them properly. The students presented themselves to Dr. Wacholder and apologized for their own misgivings and shared their appreciation of who he was as their teacher. From that day forward, they sat at their teacher’s feet and absorbed every word he spoke.

 

When Debbie Friedman was 12 years old, she picked up a guitar, opened her mouth and the world listened. Debbie’s music, writing, and love for all brought so many to sit at her feet and be inspired. She opened doors to building personal spiritual connections to those who only thought prayer and connections to God belonged to only those who studied and understood the generations of text. But Debbie took text, transformed it and returned it to you and me inviting us to make it our own. She was a learned Jew, taking the time to study the words of our sages and transform them to melodies that would remain on our lips.

For over four decades, peers and campers sat with her in the circle, singing and creating music and text that would transform synagogue worship. She gave us permission to raise our voices in song, a role once only reserved for the hazan, the cantor. But Debbie opened new doors and invited us to explore them with her. And as her music became “traditional” in synagogues of all denominations, and I do mean all, her name would fade into the background. How often we would refer to a mi chamocha tune as the traditional tune only to later realize that it was given to us by Debbie Friedman. How often we would assume that Mi Sheberach was a tune that we just “always” sang. How easily forgotten is it that (sing havdalah la la) was Debbie’s gift to you and me allowing us to enjoy what so many say is their favorite Shabbat moment of Havdalah and which we will sing in the next hour bidding farewell to Yom Kippur.

We sat at her feet and sang with Debbie the music and the prayers which opened our hearts. She blessed us that “may our eyes shine with the light of Torah” and reminded us “that we shall be a blessing.” And when she sang to us, we sat at her feet, took in every note and every word and she brought us wholeness and completeness.

 

I would walk into Torah study on Shabbat morning, so excited to share that which I gleaned for our study that morning. I set out my books, my notes, turn to the page we are going to start reading and say, “Boker Tov!” I’d have to say it a couple of times before our Torah study students would take their seats after schmoozing with friends they see only once a week in this place. I’d say,’let’s begin by turning to page…’ and before I could finish, Alan Friedman would call out from the back, my left corner, of the room and say, “excuse me Rabbi, shouldn’t we say the blessings first?” Humbled, I would say, “of course…please join with me…baruch, atah Adonai…Blessed are you Adonai our God, Eternal Soul of the Universe, who makes us holy through the mitzvoth and commands us to engage in the study…in the wrestling of Torah.” Now, we could begin.

Alan, as we shared on Rosh Hashanah morning, was our ba’al t’kiah for almost 50 years. He not only shared his breath with us as he shared the calls of the shofar, but we sat at his feet as he studied Torah with us. Every person has the ability to be a teacher of Torah and Alan made sure to share that message with all. He would bring in new students to Torah study and after being a part of the group, he would gently encourage them to be one of the Torah study leaders on Shabbat. He opened himself to each leader to study with him, provide him or her with commentaries and websites, to help them dig deeper in to the meaning of each word of Torah. And he did so without ego, without pretense. He allowed each teacher to share Torah as he or she felt it, experienced it, and wrestled with it. We sat at his feet and we studied with him, turning the words of Torah over and over again. And we learned the words he held in his heart, “Vision looks inward and becomes duty.  Vision looks outward and becomes aspiration.  Vision looks upward and becomes faith.”

 

Slowly he walked in. Leaning on his walker, dressed in his dark blue suit, his shirt freshly pressed, and his blue kipah on his head. He made his way to the front of the service, much to the concern of his caregiver. But that didn’t matter, Ely Litsky was going to sit up front and participate in the service. However, he was concerned and would call out, “Rabbi! Rabbi! Have you said Kaddish yet? I have to say Kaddish for my beloved Rachel and my son, Israel.” I would come off the bima, to his side and reassure him, ‘no Ely, we have not said Kaddish yet. I promise you, I will let you know when it is time.’ He would take my hands in his, bring them to his lips and kiss them gently saying, thank you.

Ely was 100 years old this year when he died. He outlived his guards and tormentors in Auschwitz and Mauthausen. No one survived from his hometown of Bialystok. He made his way to America, the Bronx, and fell in love again and had a daughter. But those whose feet he sat at, those relatives and teachers he loved, were no more. Yet he kept them alive deep down in his soul. And he shared his stories of life, song and dancing in the restaurant her worked at in Bialystok. And he openly showed his tattoo, that would serve as his name, number 100719 until the end of the war. He sat us at his feet and reminded us of a life that was and the death that came. He told us to never forget, for when his generation is gone, there will be no eyewitnesses and we are responsible to never forget his name, to never forget the stories of the millions who were killed in the gas chambers, in the camps, in the forests, in their beds. That as we sit at his feet, as we listen to each word and envision each image, we cannot forget, we must not forget. But we must also dance and we must also sing! Yes, so much was stolen from him, but no one should steal the joy of life, for there is so much to be joyful about.

 

Each of us sit at the feet of our teachers. Each of us has the memories of their words, their songs, their breath, their touch. These moments of yizkor bring forward the lessons taught and absorbed not only in our mind but also in our soul. Our teachers, our loved ones, have inspired us and given to us the greatest gift of all – to carry their lessons, their stories, with us and give them as a gift to the next generation so that they too may sit at our feet and share in the weaving of memory.

Dr. Wacholder, Debbie, Alan, Ely, all of our teachers, it is time to say kaddish…it is time for us to remember….it is time for us to teach, sing, breathe and hold you in our hearts.

Zichronu livracha – you are all blessings.

Amen

 

Two Trees – One Rock Yom Kippur Morning 5772

Written by heidi on October 14th, 2011

There are some musicals that just stick in your head. You’ll be in a special place and someone will say something that all of a sudden brings a song to mind. Just ask our kids: Matt and I will hear a word and we will break out in song, totally embarrassing our children. But then again, I think that’s our mission in life, to find new ways of embarrassing our children.

Fiddler on the Roof – now, there is a musical that causes most of us to break into song.  Jada, Paul, and Cantor Reinwald shared some of their favorites and Jerry, her favorite quote.

Throughout the musical, Tevya gives us so many words of advice, but none so powerful as when he speaks to God and says: “I know, I know. We are Your chosen people. But, once in a while, can’t You choose someone else?”

Tevya, and the whole community of the small Russian shtetle of Anatevka, know how hard it is to be the chosen people. The chosenness during the time of the pogroms of Eastern Europe, the anti-Semitism of every age, including today, can cause anyone to ask, ‘why should I be Jewish?’ It’s so hard.

Each time I meet with a student studying toward conversion, I ask, ‘why do you want to be a part of a people who have been persecuted generation after generation?’ This is even a question we have to ask ourselves – why do we remain a part of a people who are persecuted, teased, ridiculed, generation after generation? In our world in which religion seems to be taking a back seat to all the other commitments of our day, wouldn’t it just be easier to turn our backs and walk away from the name calling, the stereotypes and challenges of being a Jew?

But we don’t! We don’t walk away, we don’t turn our backs. We might hide for a bit or hope that the storm will just blow over, but ultimately, we as the Jewish community do not turn our back on our religion, our people, our identity. Being Jewish is not just a religion, it is being a part of a people, religiously and culturally.

Unfortunately, the waves of anti-Semitism are growing in our community and the time is for us to stand up, take notice and speak out.

Israel Apartheid Week has been a regular event on college campus’ for the past seven years, including at the University of California, Irvine. This movement began in Toronto and has featured extreme anti-Israel rhetoric, including accusations of Israeli racism and apartheid. There have been renewed movements to boycott, divest and sanction Israel and Israeli products throughout the country and there are allegations that Israel is committing war crimes and genocide against the Palestinian people. During the Israeli Apartheid week, anti-Israel and anti-Semitic speakers are brought to the campus’ to spew lies and create a very tense atmosphere for students, especially our Jewish students. Thankfully, as in here in Orange County, the Jewish Federation has partnered with Hillel to support our Jewish students on campus during the week and to promote Israel during a separate week of events.

But imagine if you will, having to be a student walking through your college campus with walls and pictures of hate against not only Israel but against Jews. How would you react? What would you say? How would you feel? Our college students have to experience this each year, and it is not only here in Irvine, but it is starting to show up on more and more college campus’ throughout the country.

We must ask ourselves – how are we preparing our high school students for these years when they will be away from home and have to confront these critical identity issues on their own? Will we encourage them to just be silent or will we encourage them to embrace who they are as Jews? Sure, it’s easy to be silent, but is this the response that we should give? Silence can suggest acceptance. It’s not to say that our students should confront those on the college commons, but rather we need to encourage our students to embrace their Jewish identity, join communities such as Hillel and Jewish organizations on campus, so that they know that they are not alone and so that they can collectively speak out against those who speak about hate.

Anti-Semitism has also crept into an effort for a ballot proposal in San Francisco and a discussion for one in Santa Monica. In May, backers for the ban of circumcision on minors, received enough votes to put it on the ballot. While the request has since been denied by Judge Loretta Giorgi, the publicity that came forward regarding this ban were reflections of anti-Semitic propaganda from World War II. Lloyd Schofield and Matthew Hess, the bill backers, call themselves human rights activists. In an article in the Los Angeles Jewish Journal, Hess was quoted as saying, “We do what we do because we strongly believe that no one has the right to cut off part of another person’s body without their consent. We believe that amputating part of a boy’s penis is no different in principle than amputating part of a girl’s vulva. If you ask any activist in Africa why she is trying to stop the practice of female genital mutilation, I suspect that her answers would be very similar to ours.”

But when confronted about the charges of anti-Semitism, Hess said, “I might understand such an accusation if our proposed legislation applied to everyone except Jews. That would be like saying we care about all boys except the Jewish ones.”

However, in an issue of a comic book produced by Hess and Schofield, a blond haired, blue eyed muscular super hero, complete with cape, called Foreskin Man, was there to defend a small baby from his parents and the evil Monster Mohel, drawn as a dark-haired, wild-eyed man toting glistening scissors. Baby Glick is saved from his father who insists on the Bris while his non-Jewish mother, damsel in distress image, is locked in her bedroom so as not to disturb the ceremony. Foreskin Man sweeps in, saves Baby Glick and ends up taking Baby Glick away from not only his father, but his mother and entire family so that he can be raised in peace and fully intact by the Inactivist (sic) Underground.

So much is wrong with this comic book but especially the portrayal of the hero and the mohel, drawn just as the propaganda posters of 1939 Eastern Europe.

Judge Giorgi ruled that this ballot measure could not remain on the ballot since it is “expressly pre-empted” by state law because the evidence overwhelmingly suggests that “circumcision is a widely practiced medical procedure” and California law prohibits local governments from regulating medical procedures. (Intermountain Jewish News, Dan Klein; August 5, 2011) However, just the nature of the energy that went toward supporting this ban should cause us to pay attention to the nature of public opinion and misrepresentations of Jews and the Jewish community. We would be foolish to think that misrepresentations of Jews in words and pictures no longer exist. We would be irresponsible to not notice that there are those in the world who still consider Jews as having horns.

Locally, we have become more aware of anti-Semitic acts against individuals.  The beginning of this summer, the Anti-Defamation League posted reports about recent events here in Orange County.

A young Jewish boy came home from playing in a local park claiming that he had been beaten up by two brothers. The boy’s mom took her son to the boys’ home and tried to speak to their mother, but she refused to talk to her. The victim’s mom contacted the school and asked the principal to try and resolve the issue. The night the principal got involved, the father of the two brothers went over to the Jewish family’s home and started screaming profanity and anti-Semitic slurs. The Jewish father tried to calmly speak to the father but was met with more slurs. Unfortunately, the brothers continued to pick on the young Jewish boy and made fun of his Star of David. All of this came to a point that the boy was afraid to leave his house. Again, he was beaten up by the brothers so badly that the parents called the police. Later, as the family left their home by car, the neighbor followed them, pulled up beside them and yelled anti-Semitic slurs.  The Jewish family pulled over to the side of the road and the father got out of the car to confront his neighbor.  The neighbor attempted to attack him with a hammer while screaming anti-Semitic and racist slurs and making other statements that identified him as a white supremacist. He left before police arrived and was sought by law enforcement.

Kevin O’Grady from the ADL contacted the family and assured them that the ADL would work to protect them.  He contacted the police to follow-up on the search for the attacker, he contacted the hate crime unit of the Victims’ Assistance and the family was assigned an advocate who would work with them to get a restraining order and advocate for them as the process moves forward.  But the family was so distraught by these events that they decided the best solution for them was to move out of state to be near extended family. The move was costly for this family whose father is a disabled vet of the Iraq War and the Jewish community rallied together to help them with their moving expenses.

There is so much that is shocking and sad to this story. The idea that a family would be pushed so far as to have to move from their home is shocking and heartbreaking. But this is not the only incident recently in Orange County. There was another Jewish boy bullied and beaten so badly he left school; a Jewish high school student was bullied and received death threats; a 6th grade girl in Long Beach was shown a picture of Hitler and told it was the last thing she would see before she died; our children are being called anti-Semitic names and pennies thrown at them so other students “could watch the Jews pick up the pennies.”; and a Jewish middle school student in Villa Park was kicked to the ground by a fellow student and had his glasses knocked off when he refused to take a bible from an evangelist outside of the school. And finally a local business man, whose wife’s family has been a part of the Santa Ana business community for over 100 years, and he, a son of Holocaust survivors, was likened to Hitler and accused of engaging in Ethnic cleansing just because he strives to reawaken a sleeping city to the potential of business and community growth. And when the city official who used these heinous slurs on public record issued her inadequate apology, it was met by other city officials with, ‘she’s apologized, let’s move forward’ and voted that there should be no consequences for her actions.

Unfortunately, anti-Semitism is on the rise. The most recent ADL audit, reports of anti-Jewish vandalism, harassment and physical assaults rose 8% in California. This is the first time we have seen an increase in anti-Semitism, not only in California, but in the United States since 2004. And we have a choice, to lower our eyes and pay no attention to it or to stand tall and speak out. No one said that it is easy to be Jewish. No one said that we would never be met with racial slurs and hate speech. But no one said we could just lower our eyes and walk away as if nothing was wrong.

Over Rosh Hashanah and last night, I shared with you what it means to be a part of peoplehood and the responsibilities we share in creating our future. We have outlined ways in which we are going to strive to be a more compassionate and caring congregation. We have asked the important question regarding why it is so important for us to be together as a community and a synagogue family. But we must also examine how we might be able to be more visible and vocal as Jews in our community and not hide our identity when outside the safety of our home and congregation. We must consider how, as the Jewish community, we might be more active and present outside, out there. And how we might also remember that we not only stand up against hate crimes in our own community, but also speak out against hate crimes against others, such as that which took place on Sunday, October 2. A mosque in the Israeli Galilee Arab village of Tuba Zangaria, is burned by Israelis with the words, “price tag” and “revenge” on the walls, we cannot turn our backs when our own people engage in such hate crimes. It would be hypocritical for us to call out against anti-Semitism and not call out that these actions in Israel against Israeli Arabs is just. No, these too are hate crimes and I am ashamed that fellow Jews would engage in such an act.

We have opportunities to stand together as a community and with other communities.

Just a few weeks ago, on September 10, Temple Beth Sholom created and facilitated an Evening of Light and Hope. It was meant to be an evening in which we remembered the 10th anniversary of 9/11, but it became so much more. Before I left for Sabbatical, I sat down with Soni Sanberg, our Worship Vice President, and discussed with her my vision of an evening during which we would not only remember 9/11 but that we could take this 10 year anniversary and begin the process of moving forward and journeying toward a light of peace for all people. From there, our Worship Committee took this vision and created an evening that not only fulfilled the vision I first set forth, but grew it to that which touched so many. I cannot even begin to express my gratitude to the Worship Committee for coming together to create that evening of Light and Hope.

It was during that night that we invited participation from First Christian Church of Orange, Church of the Foothills, churches from the Orange Diocese, I Am Jerusalem, Pacifica Institute and Temple Beth Tikvah. Each participant brought with them music and reflections that led us through the themes of remembrance, peace and our journey forward. And while the evening was carefully and thoughtfully constructed, none of us who shared reflections knew what the other would say. Yet, as the evening progressed each reflection shared seemed to build on the one before – it became a flowing conversation of unity and joint spirit. And when Father Al Bacca reminded us that the next day, the memorial in New York City would have no clergy participation because it was thought that it would complicate it too much, we shared that by our participation together, in one place was not complicated but rather it was harmonious. And while there are issues that each of us might disagree upon, the evening showed us that it is possible to come together and talk, share, feel safe in disagreeing but always returning to the knowledge that every person should be treated with dignity and respect no matter their race, religion, color, sexuality or gender.

While I traveled in Jordan this summer, as we were hiking out of the canyons in Petra, I came across a most unusual sight. There, in a rock, in the 118 degree heat, grew two completely different trees. Two trees from one rock! It’s the picture you have on the front of your bulletins. How was it that these two completely different species could co-exist in one rock? How could these very different trees find sustenance in one rock, from one source?

These two trees in one rock inspired me. If they could survive and thrive, why is it that two different people, three different people, all different people, cannot thrive in one world? I understand that there are issues that are complicated and cannot be solved in a short amount of time, let alone in the span of generations. I understand that issues like those that face Israelis and Palestinians is so complicated that we as Americans, try as we might, want to be arm chair politicians and suggest exactly what we think should be done to create peace in the Middle East. I understand that we cannot do this. But while there are so many complicated issues in our world and in our lives, it is not so complicated to suggest that the least that we can do is to thrive on the one rock that we all live and that one rock that sustains us.

I am not suggesting that we can create peace and bring the Messianic era to our lifetimes today – ok, it would be an awesome thought to think that we could – but what I believe and know that we can do is not turn a blind eye when someone is bullied, when someone is called names, when someone is tortured to the edge of having to move.

It is NOT easy being different, it is NOT easy being a Jew, but we are and each of us should celebrate and embrace that and understand that each of us has the responsibility to give our children the message that they should be proud of being a Jew. Each of us have the responsibility to educate not only our children, but ourselves more about what it means to be Jewish so that rather than shirking away when someone challenges how they read the Bible that we can say with confidence what it is that we believe for ourselves. We cannot expect our children to carry the burden alone. We cannot expect our children to defend Jewish peoplehood if we ourselves are not willing to do so first. If we don’t stand up for Jewish peoplehood and equality for all people, than our synagogue, our Jewish community, our people will be gone in a few short generations. The demographers have shown this and we know it. If we pass the responsibility only on to the next generation without taking it on for ourselves, than the next generation will say, ‘if you didn’t stand up and say you were a Jew, why should I?’

We are the beginning of a new year with new opportunities. We see that there is a resurgence of hate in our world. But we have the opportunity and the responsibility to act, to learn and to speak. If you hear someone bully another or call them names, speak. If you are not sure how to answer someone who tells you your religion is wrong, then learn and ask so that you may teach. And when you walk out the doors of the synagogue today, have hope that there are two trees living in one rock in the desert, the same desert where Moses and the Israelites walked through on the way to the Promised Land, that there is hope and there are opportunities to live in peace with our neighbors near and far. And may we know that it is through peoplehood that we are made stronger, not only for our generation today, but for God willing, generations to come.