Sharing Shearim

she has 100 gates, all of them leading in

but alike in appearance when locked or not

so one needs to turn the handle

a hearty heft of shoulder and

hip to see if the hinges will budge

some of them are marked to

beware of dogged thought

alarm wire hidden on thresh, behold

key under the fake, bolder

under surveillance of query

but one needs to turn the handle

and reveal layers of conquest

gates within guarding the heart of the matter

secondary and tertiary considerations

 one leading to others, a diverged path, 

thus forced to choose an identity

this maze of gates can bog the weary 

traveler that may freeze with indecision 

others may prefer to jump the fence

out before they find the way

in they might be surprised

if they would only turn the handle

Beginnings

This week I had the privilege to lead my cohort in prayer, the first official student led teffilot of the year (you've gotta love alphabetical order).  In light of the initial nature of the service, the start of the school term, and the quickly approaching Rosh HaShana, my cantor partner and I themed the service after beginnings.  What follows is a consolidated copy of my comments:

Before we begin

We are in a season of beginnings; with new classes, the onset of our professional journeys, and the beginning of the religious calendar upon us, we begin again.  New beginnings can be a challenge or a relief.  Some experiences can be unsettling at first during a period of acclimation.  Take a moment to take stock: will you use your own beginning as a fresh start? Is there an ending that made this beginning possible? What do you carry with you and what do you leave behind?

For me when I open a new book, wafting the smell of crisp new pages, or I settle back as the opening movie credits begin to roll, or I meet someone new for the first time, I feel a sense of mystery and excitement.  There is anticipation for what may be found down the road: a promise of what is to come.  Even though I am eager to know what lies ahead, I like to pause during moments like this. Beginnings, while sweet, are also fleeting.  So often, we dive into new experiences without hesitation, eager to encounter something novel, but then we may find ourselves caught up, lost even, or lacking closure from where we were before.  Beginnings are a liminal state; if we stop and reflect I think we may enjoy the new experience all the more.

Thus, as I begin a new year, I look back.  The previous year was characterized by change as I concluded my jobs working with Friedman Place, Temple Sholom, and Avodah in Chicago, I moved away from communities that supported me, and I entered a new community on the other side of the planet.  My family has expanded with new births and weddings recently.  My loved ones have engaged with new opportunities, and experienced a plethora of beginnings of their own.  In leading services for the first time here today, I look forward.  This symbolically and literally leads me into a new chapter of my life. I am unsure if what I do is sufficient nor do I know where my actions and decisions lead me, but I do know that I am here now.  For Plato, "The beginning is the most important part of the work." In actively reflecting and planning for the year and years ahead, the work is the most important part of the beginning.

Northern Exposure

Morning Services IN the Kinneret!

In quick succession, I have had new opportunities to explore the hilly northern regions of Israel.  The first came as a getaway among friends during the break between summer and fall academic terms. Seven of us piled into small little car and wound our way among earthen redoubts and bovine sanctuaries.  Our main destination was Tzfat (Safed?), the ancient city of mysticism and art.  Some say this is the highest city in the Galilee and Israel; the view from our rented apartment would support this claim.  I remember stopping in Tzfat during Birthright. Walking down the cobblestone sidewalks, I was reminded of the colorful places of worship and the rows of galleries with their windows looking out on the countryside.  My friends and I spent our break relaxing by sampling  locally produced wine, goat cheese, and olive oils.  We admired the artisanry  and ritual objects.  As we browsed talliyot and jewelry, the microcalligrapher who illustrates biblical scenes with the complete text promised a free print if we could find an error.  Perhaps a return trip is in order after the completion of our Biblical Grammar course?

Smiles at Tel Hai

Busy schedules drew us back to Jerusalem after two nights, but within a week, we found ourselves driving northwards again as part of the first study tiyul of our year for our Israel Seminar with the rest of our colleagues. This journey brought us to the Kinneret region including Kibbutz Degania, the city of Tiberias, and a stop in Nazareth.  Framing our trip was the pioneer experience of the early kibbutznikim, people who gave up lives elsewhere to reinvent themselves and the land 100 years ago.  This concept informs a piece of Israel's identity and continues to be played out through agricultural and modern urban kibbutzim. We stopped by one urban kibbutz whose mission is built on education and youth outreach.  The group relies on consensus model decision making, something with which I am only too familiar (shout out #weareavodah), to coordinate daily operations and life with young children.  As a long term arrangement, I wonder what life would be like in a complete cooperative.  Can such a model persist alongside a society built on capitalist ideals?

Gan HaShlosha: sunnyday destination

Our adventures concluded with a visit to Gan HaShlosha, a national park and natural spring.  Few things are as refreshing as a quick swim with nibbling fish, waterfalls, and some swimming buddies. In these clear waters, you can see people of all denominations and races swimming together.  Now fall term is in full swing, but hopefully more refreshing swimming excursions lie ahead in my future!

Repeated Stories

With the conclusion of the summer term, I can report completing the first few classes of my 5 year grad school career.  This benchmark feels like it has been a long time coming, but in the larger scope of my learning, I realize there are miles to go before I sleep.  Still I'd like to stop here and reflect, especially because one of the classes under our collective belts in Biblical History, a survey of early experiences and geography in this region.  We shared lectures and field trips to see remains of the civilizations that ruled the Levant and traversed Mesopotamia in the centuries before the common era.  This historical material record of building foundations, tools, inscriptions, and materials of daily life we placed in the context of the biblical narrative.

If walls could talk, would they also read the Bible?

It is fun to visit the places where the Matriarchs and Patriarchs lived and the sites of great religious significance, but it can be challenging to establish the historicity of all bible stories.  Some of the historical relics that archaeologists have uncovered are inconsistent with the chronology of the text.  Such anachronisms pose a serious challenge to views that the Bible is a record of the history of the Hebrew people.  This makes me wonder whether as a teacher or faith leader it is more important to study history or the text.  Are these mutually exclusive fields? We lack evidence for some of the places and people but clearly many parts of the Bible are corroborated by the mention of places that existed, actual internal leaders and the leaders of neighboring kingdoms.

My previous entry is a work of imagination inspired by our journey to Tel Laqish, a stronghold of the Judean kingdom, where Assyrian forces under Sennacherib held an 8 month siege around 701 BCE.  This conquest is documented in the Laqish letters found on the Tel and by the victory stele found in the Palace of Sennacherib in Ninevah.  These detailed composite illustrations (now on display in the British museum, copies in the Israel Museum) document the ramps and engines used to break through the stone walls built atop the already soaring tel.  Walking the site today, you can still see the stones of the ramp as well as the remaining structures of the gate, palace, and temple from the Iron Age occupation.

Photo credit to Josh Gischner 

Laqish is found in the Bible - several times actually - with the siege being described in II Kings 18, Chronicles, and Isaiah.  This, then, is an example of the biblical narrative upheld by history. However, just as I created a piece inspired by this story, it is possible to evaluate the biblical sources in reference to an author with an intended message.  Such a reading pulls me in contrary directions, feeling both sacrilegious and realistic. However, I think wrestling with these questions is precisely the point, and I hope to continue parsing out meaning with colleagues and congregants to come.

Also found at Ninevah

Atop the walls of Tel Laqish we stood
eight months straight, watching ramp's ascension
compiling stocks with heaps of rock and wood
slowly breaking disbelief suspension.
Siege engines promise imminent attack
Assyrians held off with tête-à-tête
weak of heart realize no going back
and searing pitch offers no welcome mat -
we held up our hands with white flag aloft
resigned, forced to bow our heads in defeat
and give up our spoils, dignity coifed -
humble pie crumbling beneath desert heat

  winds of glum surreality breezing
  relief from our walls silently easing

Memory for a blessing

First off, I was not present for the terrible incident on Thursday July 30th during which 6 individuals were attacked while voicing support for equality at the Jerusalem Pride Parade. I was not standing with my classmates and the other brave souls who let their voices be known and in doing so unwittingly faced the very malevolence they sought to combat.  I regret my absence, but no distance can shield one from the ripples of reaction that reverberate outwards from such tragedy. Thus, I am humbled by the rallies to action and words of support that have cavalcaded forth in the wake of this destruction.  My heart goes out to all those who experienced emotional turmoil during or following the attack, all of those injured, and most of all to the family of Shira Banki, who succumbed to the wounds she sustained last Sunday.

Photo credit: Josh Gischner

What is most sad for me is that such incidents are not rare.  For some residents of the Middle East, encounters with terror are a daily occurrence.  The important thing, then, must not to become tempered to these events; how then to preserve the daily functions and yet pay due heed to travesty?  What is difficult about this latest incident is that it was perpetrated by a religious Jewish man.  As a student of religion, how can I reconcile destructive behavior in the name of faith with an act so clearly in violation of our commandments? It would behoove my interests to say the perpetrator is not truly Jewish - or did not act Jewishly - giving in to hate and malice, committing murder, and attempting to silence voices of equality.  Yet, by taking his religious banner, this is on par with those who do not consider Reform Judaism a true expression of the faith.

Among the many reasons for my presence here is to confront and understand Israel in all her iterations.  That this should include the volatility and violence displayed last week is beyond the scope of learning for which I might have hoped.  Still, for better or worse, my observations also include the unity and resolutions that have resulted, the statements by leaders political and religious condemning such actions, and the integration of many communities in the pursuit of peace.  On the whole I am left with many questions, some of which I lack the means of expressing, but I am comforted that I have a community among my cohort to provide support and an avenue for exploration.

Averse to sand

"What's for desert?" - a question oft misheard
yet not unsweet decadence beheld
spices subtle, blooming flowers upon the tongue
lingering notes dip over palate horizon
take in, savor, and digest
not to rush nor clear your plate
take seconds with abandon
flavors ruminate, eyes engorge their fill
so ask your query
the answer lies ahead, save room