Category: Thought Pieces

Guest Comment: Rabbi David Levin, “What do you believe in?”

Editor’s Note: Rabbi David Levin was a recent guest on Boomer Generation Radio, Rabbi Address’s program on WWDB-AM 860. He offers this guest commentary for Jewish Sacred Aging readers.

 

Why is God so deeply aggrieved in the portion of the Torah known as Shlach Lecha?  He is incensed, livid.  His anger is almost overwhelming.  God is disgusted with the people and His disappointment goes to His core.  We often back away from anthropomorphizing God, but we can learn much from God’s anger in Shlach Lecha. What cuts so deeply?

In Numbers 14.11 we hear the anguished God preparing to lash out.  God asks Moses:

“Why do the people despise me?  Why don’t they believe in me, despite all the signs of my presence I have shown them?”

God is disappointment is palpable. Why didn’t the people believe in Him?  This begs the question of us:  What do we believe in?

Many have studied the words Shlach Lecha, God directing Moses to “Send, to you.”  The word lecha, to you, at first glance seems redundant, already contained in the word Shlach. Possibly it serves to make the command more emphatic.  But possibly the word indicates something inside ourselves.  The command “Shlach” is not only about going forth, but also going within, lecha.  In other words, we are admonished that we must have a core.  We need something, some kind of grounding as our center.  Otherwise we are like buildings built on sand. With no footings or core, the structure cannot stand.  The shifting sand underneath will make it collapse.

This grounding is a central issue of we the Baby Boomer generation.  We may or may not practice a faith or even believe in God.  But the fundamental questions are there nonetheless.  We grapple with the existential questions about meaning and purpose in our lives.

The Synagogue can be a place where we can explore these issues with others.  We are not alone in our quest; there is a body of wisdom that can guide us, and that is Judaism.  The synagogue is traditionally built on three pillars.  It is a house of worship, a house of gathering and a house of learning.   So the opportunity to be in community and learn how others have approached the questions we have is part of the fundamental mission.  The synagogue is not just a place to go pray.  It is a place to build relationships.  That was how I found myself where I am today.

I wanted a place to be with others.  After a while away, I missed having things Jewish in my life.  So I sought a place to be with community.  For me it began on a Friday evening, as that was a good night to find someone in a synagogue.  The rabbi approached me after services and we went back to his study to chat some more.  Over his desk was the lance from his time onstage performing in “The Man of LaMancha.”  “A ‘Song and Dance Man’” I thought to myself, “this could be interesting.”  And thus began my reentry into synagogue life.  I made new friends and became actively involved.

I worked on social action issues and started making Friday night a special evening of dinner with friends and being in community to reflect and enjoy.  I ate at the Oneg Shabbat, worked on planning and ate the snacks, started the Mitzvah Day project and planned the barbeque; I even sang and eventually was a pinch hitter for the Cantor or Rabbi.  I made friends and I even created family.   It was a wonderful time and the launching point for something more.  For me, I realized that the beauty and wisdom of the Jewish tradition created a very meaningful understanding of life. Having it provides a comfort and guide in times of trouble and a community to share both good times and bad.

Judaism became something I wanted not only for myself, but something I wanted to share with others.  And here I am, a newly minted rabbi hoping to continue and share the traditions that have proved himself or herself so valuable for so many for so long.

 

 

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NJ Death with Dignity Bill: Rabbi Address op-ed article in Trenton (NJ) Times

In an opinion article published May 13, Rabbi Address advocates for religious communities in New Jersey to educate their members about the current Death with Dignity legislation being considered in the New Jersey Legislature.

The bill, A3328, would be similar to legislation in Oregon, which would allow for a terminally ill patient to end his or her life.

Read Rabbi Address’s thoughts on the legislation on the Trenton Times website here.

What do you think about the death with dignity movement?

Leave your comments below on this important issue.

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Rabbi Jon Kendall Reflects on Jewish Disabilities Awareness Month

I was raised in a neighborhood with scads of post-war baby boomer kids. We had a proverbial circus growing up in that rarefied time. The family next door was a little older and their children were in their late teens and early twenties. One of their off-spring, Nancy, was developmentally challenged. She functioned at about a five year old level. Nancy would cycle through her developmental age group – by the time she arrived in my circle of neighborhood kids, she was already twenty-two – until the kids became children and Nancy no longer fit in.

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Do Jews Celebrate Valentine’s Day?

Not sure if it was Hallmark, Macy’s or Congress (guessing the economy would be helped by the public’s spending) that decided we needed February 14 to express our love to those we cherish 24/7/365 days a year. But regardless, it is a sweet day, where cards, flowers, candy, jewelry, romantic dinners and weekend get-aways totaled 17.6 billion dollars last year! Here in the Bay Area, if you don’t have a dinner reservation by February 1, you better plan on taking your beloved to Denny’s or just cooking at home!

But for us Jews, is it like the December dilemma? Do we or don’t we cave to the hype?

Sandy Taradash

Sandy Taradash

The name of February 14 is Saint Valentine’s Day, letting us know of its Christian origins. There are several stories claiming right of ownership, one being that Catholic saints are celebrated for their teachings and martyrdom, so along with Saint Patrick’s Day, these days are definitely with Catholic roots. (I thought corned beef and cabbage was Jewish! Oh well, bagels were once only Jewish!)

The Roman origin of Saint Valentine’s Day is from a ritual where men gathered to participate for the affections of the local women and since the Roman icon for Valentine’s Day is Cupid, son of Venus, the Roman goddess of love, hence, a day of expressing love.

Because of what constitutes a secular holiday, the Code of Jewish Law has a few issues with Valentine’s Day. Is it observed in a religious ceremonial way or is it about the spirit of love that is accentuated? There is so much vagueness as to how the day is observed, many rabbis agree it does not constitute a violation of Jewish law while others advise us to find Jewish holidays that emphasis love. I once was in a rabbi’s office when he suddenly said, “Please wait, I have something I have to do!” He got on the phone and made a dinner reservation for him and his wife on Valentine’s Day and

Sandy Taradash's parents, Marvin and Martha Greene.

Sandy Taradash’s parents, Marvin and Martha Greene.

then called her and told her, in the sweetest of ways, what he was doing for her on February 14th. If it was good enough for him, it’s good enough for

me, for I like to think of Valentine’s Day as a day in which we acknowledge, to our significant other, children, grandchildren, family and friends, the

power of love to make us all feel fully human.

A Valentine’s Day ritual for me is to sit down and read the love poems my Father wrote for my Mother while he was overseas during WWll, in France and Germany. He had a journal book that I had always seen but never asked him to share the writings, only knowing that he once told me he often wrote while in fox holes. After my parents were killed in a car accident in 1962, I found the journal and was amazed to see this diary filled with his emotions and feelings about war, G-d, loss and love. I would like to share a few of these poems, maybe hoping to inspire the art of writing/expression without the use of a credit card. Have a love-filled February 14th!

 

SWEET LAMENTATION

 Oh, lovely one, I dream of you
There is no other that will do.

 No one can ever take your place, the image of your silhouette
The way you looked last we met.

I must admit when feeling low
I’ve glanced at others—but I know.

That there could never, never be
A substitute, no, not for me.

What heavenly thoughts you bring to mind
Oh tender one, for you I pine.

It seems for you my heart will break
Although you are just a T-bone steak!

DEAR WIFE

  We know that mass production
Is helping win this war

And soon we’ll have peace on this earth
The thing we’re fighting for.

I too would like to help produce—
Would be my pride and joy

I don’t mean planes or tanks or guns—
I mean a bouncing baby boy!

So I’m counting on you dear
For help and some instruction

When they tell me that I now am free
To go into production!

DREAMS

It’s been so lonely without you all these days,
I’ve missed you in a thousand ways.

I find myself reading each line that you send
One hundred times over from beginning to end.

My heart beats faster and I’m lonely all the more
When I read “with love to the one I adore.”

But somehow at twilight my longing seems to cease
In the solace which comes from quiet and peace.

And I find relief in happy reveries
Filled with fondest memories.

I remember every phrase you ever said
And sorrow turns to joy instead.

I remember all the plans we made together
And how we wondered if they would ever

Be more than dreams or really come true.
I think so, darling, don’t you?

So it matters not so much
That we are miles apart

As long as you’re here,
Here, in my heart.

YANKEE TRADER

I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy
Wooing French girls with my candy.

Every night at half-past eight
I meet Yvonne down by the gate.

“Descrej-vous une cigarette?”
She shakes her head, she wants more.

She says “savon?”  I say, “no, soap”
And offer cheese without much hope.

We haggle on but she wants “beaucoup.”
She knows what I want…what I’m thinking too.

At last I give in to what she begs
And pay a king’s ransom for a couple of eggs!

VISION

 Shut tight I hold these eyes of mine
Thought I might I see your face divine

And if to another world I flee
I’ll take its loveliness with me.

– Marvin Greenberg, 1943-1945

 

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Sometimes the Third Ear Actually Works

This past week I visited a youngish middle-aged woman in the hospital. She had waged war against breast cancer for three difficult, trying years and finally, after genetic testing, decided that a double mastectomy was in her best interest. The radical procedure would likely prolong her life and probably keep her from the edge of the precipice on which she has been living, always wondering, perpetually in doubt, the anxiety ever present.

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Rabbi Jonathan P. Kendall, D.D.

“How are you feeling?” I began.

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Resolutions or Re-soul-lutions?

Shelly Christensen

Editor’s Note: JSA welcomes a new contributor, Shelly Christensen. Shelly Christensen is a Baby Boomer parent of an adult child with a disability whose mom is a vital 83 years old, and whose brother is a cancer survivor. She is the founder and president of Inclusion Innovations. Her book, Jewish Community Guide to Inclusion of People with Disabilities is widely used by sacred communities worldwide and she is a frequent keynote speaker on inclusion in sacred communities and parenting a child with special needs.

We know what the start of the secular new year brings with it. Resolutions. Did you vow to lose weight, exercise more, call your mother more often, spend more time with your kids?

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Is Unfairness Thy Middle Name?

Rabbi Jonathan P. Kendall, D.D.

Just before I left for an extended cruise of the Bahamas (which, for refreshment of soul and spirit, I highly recommend), it fell to me to officiate at the funeral of a young physician. He had courageously and selflessly battled a chronic cancer for almost nine years. The dilemmas of when a doctor becomes a patient are fairly well documented. The reality boils down to one simple piece: they know too much.

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Have You Read a Good Book Lately? Judge a Book by its Cover…

Sandy Taradash

Sandy Taradash

This is how my son describes the books I’ve been reading for the past 35 years:

So they were poor Jews in Russia/Eastern Europe, the bad guys came and burned their homes and they were forced to walk and walk and walk, with no food, in the snow, and their jewels were sewn in the lining of their clothes. A righteous goy, with ten in his family, takes them in to his two room flat, shares his meager meals till they can get enough passage money for America, while one of the precious daughters hooks up with a blond/blue-eyed soldier and stays in this foreign land.

Ok, so it sounds a bit like Fiddler On The Roof, but it is a real scenario that has happened in many of our families.

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Living a Satisfying Life While Having a Chronic Illness – Part 1

Donald M. Friedman, MD

Receiving a diagnosis of a chronic disease that is treatable, but not curable, manageable, but not always completely controllable, can be a devastating experience.  There frequently is an immediate sense of being threatened, not only in terms of one’s very life, but more often in terms of one’s ability to continue living life as one is used to.  Read more

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Lasting and Recurrent Memories

Rabbi Jonathan Kendall

Rabbi Jonathan Kendall

I remember attending my first funeral. I’m pretty sure it was toward the close of elementary school, maybe a little earlier, perhaps a little later. Read more

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