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Library:D'vrei Torah
Parashah for High Holy Days
Stan Samuels
October 2009
Shabbat shalom!
Deuteronomy is traditionally viewed as Moses’ valedictory when he was 120 years
old. I am not Moses. I have neither his wisdom nor charisma. My conversations
with God have always been decidedly one-sided: like those of Tevye. And, I am
not 120 years old nor am I saying “Good by.”
Today’s parsha and Haftarah deal with the observation of the holidays. I have
some thoughts that I would like to share with you today. The schedule being
quite heavy, I will keep my comments brief. And I hope you will allow me to
occasionally lapse into my poetry to express my thoughts.
I drape myself in tradition
To cover my disbelief
Then recite in robotic rote
What gives others great relief.
I say aloud the words you say
(They are what you want to hear)
Keeping the words within my mind
From encroaching on your ear.
The words in my mind are my words
Defined by my deepest thought.
Those on my lips are from a script
To which I’ve added naught.
But that’s the price of tradition,
A fee I know I must give.
I must preserve the ancient text
For my private words to live.
And so I say the words to You
Though I know that no one’s there.
Preserving history and myth
While my logic shows a tear.
I recognize the importance of our customs and ceremonies. They are an essential
part of what makes us Jewish, for without them we would be indistinguishable
from our friends in Ethical Culture. This past spring Shirley and I combined a
visit to our children and grandchildren in New Mexico with an ElderHostel on
the Conversos and Crypto-Jews. There we learned about Hispanic Americans who
are practicing Catholics but who go down to their basements on Friday nights to
light candles. They have other atavistic customs as well, left over from when
their ancestors fled and hid from the Inquisition in Spain and Mexico. They have ceremonies that they practice but they don’t know why. The customs and
ceremonies outlasted their meaning and became ends in themselves. Without
synagogue membership and a community where they could freely and safely talk
about their beliefs and renew their traditions, their practices became a hollow
shell without substance.
I found it rather surprising that when I examined today’s parsha and Haftarah,
very little of how to observe the holidays is spelled out. Moreover, much of
what is detailed regards animal sacrifices in the Temple and has become
archaic. The traditional customs and ceremonies that many Jews know and
practice today, developed in the Rabbinic Period and have continued to change
and evolve over time. Some practices were certainly instituted to maintain the
insularity of the community and deter assimilation after the Enlightenment.
Whatever the reasons for why we do what we do, it is important that we maintain
an understanding. Our practices will continue to change and our beliefs must be
at the root of them. We are Reconstructionists. That means that we pride
ourselves in cognitively evaluating our practices and that we are not afraid of
change. I see change as inevitable and essential.
Judaism rests on three pillars: prayer, study and Tikkun Olam. My emphasis has
been on Tikkun Olam and study. My art has become focused on the Holocaust and
my poetry, on aspects of spirituality. I am still wrestling with prayer and the
tapestry of customs and ceremonies that go with it. With that in mind, I would
like to read another poem of mine:
The prayers soar up
To God knows where,
Propelled by song and chant:
Structured by tradition
And ritually intoned.
A bare handful of themes
In a multitude of tongues,
Uniting mankind everywhere
While splintering it asunder.
There is a traditional Chinese blessing and/or curse: “May you live in an
interesting time.” I look back at eighty very interesting years and hopefully
look forward to appreciably more ever changing ones, hopefully not forty: that
could indeed be a curse.
The older I am,
The closer I get
To finding out
If there is anything to find out.
Stan Samuels,
October 10, 2009 - 5770
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