What I Should Have Said Over Lunch: 15 Reflections About God and Life

Rosh Hashanah Morning Sermon
September 21, 2017 – 1 Tishri, 5778

One day last winter, a wonderful couple in our congregation invited me to their home for Shabbat lunch after services on Saturday morning. I won’t tell you who they are, but let it suffice to say that they were wonderful hosts, and that they’re in this room right now. For our purposes here, we’ll call them Bob and Ellen.

Bob and Ellen welcomed me warmly into their home that day, which was good, because I had just spent the morning teaching 7th graders, and leading services, and schmoozing with more people than I could count, and I was tired. Having a nice, quiet lunch with these kind people was going to be really nice.

Walking into Bob and Ellen’s house, I discovered that I wasn’t the only person they had invited for lunch that day. Bill and Sarah had already gotten there, as had Karen and John. I was glad to see them all. Bill, Sarah, Karen and John weren’t their real names, of course. I won’t tell you what their real names were. I’ll just say that they were all wonderful people, and that most of them are in this room right now.

Ellen had prepared a magnificent spread for lunch – there was fish, and chicken, and potatoes, and soft warm rolls, and almost every kind of salad you could imagine. Ellen, as many of you in this room know first-hand, is a very good cook. We all filled up our plates and moved into the dining room, where Bob and Ellen were sure to seat me at the place of honour – right at the head of the table – with Bill and Sarah to my left, John and Karen to my right, and Bob and Ellen down at the other end.

At first, everything went fine. We talked a little about the weather, they asked me how I liked Calgary, we schmoozed a little about Temple – it was all good. But then, John spoke up. “You don’t see me at Temple very often,” he said, “because I don’t believe in God. I like being Jewish, of course, but I’m more of a cultural Jew. My parents were Jewish, their parents were Jewish, I care about what happens in Israel. But, to tell you the truth, I don’t know how anyone can really believe all that stuff about God. I mean, really? There’s a being up there in heaven somewhere controlling everything that happens here on earth? And that being created the world in six days? And that great, awesome creator really cares about what I do on Saturdays, and whether I eat bacon, and who I choose to marry? Really?”

Then, Karen spoke up from across the table. “I believe in God,” she said, “only I don’t believe that God is an old man up in the clouds. God is a power within yourself. God is that part of me that loves my kids, and finds joy in having my morning coffee, and is kind to my friends. God’s not an old man in the clouds, God is part of the human spirit.”

From down at the other end of the table, Bob spoke up. “I guess I’m more traditional than you two,” he said. “I do believe in God, and I believe that God created the world. After all, a day back then wasn’t necessarily just 24 hours long, and you don’t have to throw out science to believe in the bible’s creation story. ‘Let there be light’? That’s just a dramatic way of describing the Big Bang. Same with the parting of the Red Sea. I read an article describing how there are tidal pools over there that could have created what the bible calls a miracle.”

“I don’t know about the bible,” said Sarah, but I just can’t help but think that there’s something out there. After all, could the things that I can see, feel, touch and hear be the sum total of all existence? There must be something more…something greater than me…something out there that makes the world tick the way it does. “

And that’s when it happened. With a genuinely inquisitive look on her face, and with kindness in her voice, Ellen turned to me and uttered these words. “Rabbi,” she said, “What do you think?”

It was a perfectly legitimate question, of course. And in fact, some might have even said that, in that context, not to have asked the rabbi to chime in would have been downright impolite.

What did I think? I remember exactly what I thought. What I thought was, “This fish is delicious; I’m tired; it’s Shabbat; I’m a rabbi…the last thing I want to do is to think about God!”

What I said was…well, to tell you the truth, I don’t really remember what I said. I mumbled something, and all I remember is that it sounded utterly unintelligible, if not downright stupid. And I remember that the people sitting around that table all nodded their heads very politely, and that someone said “Hmmm….that’s interesting,” and that that response was far kinder than my lame answer to their very good question deserved.

Since that Shabbat afternoon, that conversation has weighed heavily upon me. The people around that table asked their rabbi a very good question, and they deserved far more than I gave them. (It’s just that the fish really was so good!)

So today, at long last, Bob, Ellen, Bill, Sarah, John, and Karen, I’d like to answer your question. And the rest of you who are here, if you’re so inclined, you can listen in, too.

Reflecting upon it, I realize that my thoughts about God don’t fall into any neat organization, so instead of trying to give you a systematic theology, I’ll instead share some random observations about God, which I hope will give you some insight into my thoughts about this important question. There are 15 of them in all, and some of them might contradict one another. I’m afraid you’ll have to live with that.

1. Part of the reason that I didn’t have a ready-made answer to the question about my God-belief is that I’m Jewish, and Judaism isn’t a very theological religion.

A non-theological religion? It almost sounds like an oxymoron, but that’s what Judaism is. In Judaism, we don’t tend to talk about God very much, we just sort of assume that God exists, and then quickly move on to what we’re supposed to do. After all, we’ve got to feed the hungry, and clothe the naked, and do no less than bring the messiah. We don’t have time to sit around and talk about God very much.

Other religions are far more theological. When people study to be Christian priests or ministers, their seminaries usually insist that they take dozens of courses on theology. Do you know how many theology classes I was required to take during my five years of rabbinical school? One – just one – and many of us tried to finagle our way out of it.

We Jews don’t talk much about God, but perhaps we should. Let’s face it – maybe in this area, there’s something we can learn from our Christian brothers and sisters.

2. Many scholars, particularly during the Middle Ages, set out to prove the existence of God. With all due respect to these great sages, I don’t think that what they set out to do is really possible. I could use scientific fact and logical reasoning to prove the existence of the neutron to you, but proving the existence of God doesn’t work like that. With God, it’s different. If you don’t believe that God exists, then I doubt there’s anything I can say that will get you to change your mind. And the same is true if you do believe in God.

Does love exist? Yes. Does despair exist? Of course. How about hope, and fear, and bliss? They exist, too. Can I prove the existence of any of those things? No, I can’t. You just kind of have to know – to have felt those things or to have seen those things – to be truly persuaded that they exist. Real theology is the same – it is based on human experience rather than on logical deduction.

3. What? You say that you don’t believe in God? Tell me about the God you don’t believe in. My guess is that I don’t believe in that God, either.

4. When people say that they don’t believe in God, what they usually reject is the idea of an old man in the clouds, pointing his finger and making everything turn out just so. But that’s a childhood image of God, which, as I said, is one that I don’t accept, either. Might there be other images of God that we could and should embrace? I think there could be.

5. On second thought, no, there aren’t any such images. Remember, Judaism forbids us from making any images of God. God, after all, is infinite, and any image of God that we can get our brains around makes God finite. Our limited human brains just can’t do infinity very well. The moment we can conceive of something, we limit it, so that something that we’re conceiving of can’t be God.

The great, 12th century philosopher, Maimonides, pointed out that God is infinite, so we can never really know what God is. The thing is, he continued, that we talk about God all the time. “God is great,” we say. “God is compassionate. God is just.” Maimonides suggested that words must function very differently when we use them to describe God than when we use them in other contexts, because words try to tell us what something is, but we can’t know what God is. With God, Maimonides suggested, words must mean the negation of their opposites, but not the words themselves.

The negation of their opposites? Huh?

What he was saying is that when we say “God is good,” we really don’t know what that means, because as finite humans we don’t really understand God’s goodness. When we say “God is good,” therefore, all we can really take from that is that God is not bad. Knowledge of what God’s goodness is will always elude us. Similarly “God is great,” can only really mean, “God is not small.” The true nature of God’s greatness is beyond our capacity to know.

In layman’s terms, what Maimonides was really saying, I think, is that if you’re really religious, you’ll acknowledge that God is so great as to make God almost impossible for us to know. True piety makes a person into a reverent agnostic.

6. Judaism teaches us to experience God in time, rather than in space. The traditional Jewish question is not “Where is God?” but “When is God?” Some of the “whens” when I’ve experienced God are: at the births of my kids, seeing rainbows, standing before the ark with bar and bat mitzvah kids, singing “Ode to Joy” in the shower…in German, seeing you gather at shiva minyans, Shabbat naps, telling a good joke, teaching Torah, watching Abbott and Costello’s “Who’s on First” routine, and saying “I do” while standing next to Caron under the chuppah. That’s ten times when I’ve felt God’s presence; there have been many more.

7. I think that God created you just the way you are for a reason – the challenge is to figure out what that reason is. God doesn’t make many mistakes; He’s made a few, but most were in the 1970s. And even if you were alive back then, those mistakes probably didn’t have anything to do with you. Unless you wore a leisure suit.

8. In Judaism, as I said, we don’t talk about God very much. We do, however talk to God all the time. We say, Baruch Atah Adonai. Blessed are You, Adonai. If you’re a religious doubter, you might want to try it sometime. No, don’t turn your brain off, just put your questions on hold for a moment. Just temporarily, put your doubts aside, and talk to God, anyway. You might be surprised at what happens.

9. Some people are quick to point at the Holocaust and other such horrors when speaking about God. “You see,” they argue, “God must not exist. If God did exist, then atrocities such as these wouldn’t have happened.” It’s interesting to me that these people take the existence of evil to be proof that God doesn’t exist, but they usually don’t take the existence of good to be proof that God does exist. It seems to me that if you’re going to take the Holocaust as proof that God doesn’t exist, the least you should do is be fair to God and take things like kindness and compassion and courage as proof that God does exist.

Or perhaps you should say, instead, that the existence of good and evil don’t have anything to do with whether God exists. Maybe God is powerful, but not all-powerful. Maybe God created a world with good things in it, but hasn’t yet been able to perfect it.

None of us is perfect, but we still exist. Perhaps the same is true of God.

I don’t blame God for the Holocaust – I blame the Nazis.

10. God also takes a hit for evil caused by nature, as well as evil caused by humans. How can we believe in God, some people argue, when there are children who die of leukemia, or when the lives of good men and women are cut short by stroke or horrible disease, or when hurricane flood waters ravage the lives of people in Houston and Florida, and elsewhere?

Here too, I just don’t get the question. It assumes that for God to exist, the world has to be a perfect place. Maybe God is present at every moment, inviting us to work as partners in building a world that is good and kind, one that reduces suffering every day. Maybe, like a loving parent, God can’t remove our pain, but instead can help us learn to deal with it, and be there for us when pain rears its ugly head. Maybe God isn’t in the cancer or the hurricanes, but is rather in the tears we shed for our losses, in the awesome power our world has to heal, in the grand, dark, terrifying mystery of it all.

11. In Judaism, one of the most commonly used names of God is one we don’t know how to pronounce. In Hebrew, it’s spelled yod-heh-vav-hey, and it’s kind of like God’s first name. We don’t say it out loud, because we’re not on a first name basis with God. Instead, when we come across it in prayer or scripture, we use a replacement word for it – Adonai. What we do know is that yod-heh-vav-hey comes from the Hebrew root meaning “to be.” In this sense, God is the root of being, the foundation of existence. God is that which gives meaning to all that is.

12. Another name we use for God is Elohim, which means judge. God is the source of all that is just and fair in the world.

13. We use other names for God in Judaism, too. We call God, Hamakom – the place, referring to God’s omnipresence. We call God Harachaman, the Merciful One – it comes from a word meaning womb…God’s mothering presence. We call God, Avinu Malkeinu, our Father, Our King, even though such gender specific language rightly makes us uncomfortable. We refer to God as Shechina – the feminine, intimate, indwelling presence of the divine. All of these terms give us a hint of something that we can glimpse but never fully understand – God as the ultimate in justice, compassion, parental love, and all the rest.

14. We live on a little planet spinning its way through space, rotating around a little star called the sun and swirling its way through our galaxy and the vast reaches of space. Most of us will be here for only a century or less – hardly a blip in time in the ultimate scheme of things. Headstones will mark our burial places, but in time they too will crumble to dust, and within a few centuries, most of us will be forgotten. And yet, I can’t help but believe that ultimately there is some meaning to this existence of ours, that ultimately, the things I do in this tiny span of my life have some transcendent meaning, and that that meaning is somehow rooted in the existence of a being who cares about me and who cares about what I do.

Ultimately, I just can’t bring myself to believe in atheism.

15. So, yes, I believe that God exists, and that we see God in those transcendent moments of life. And I believe that God cares about what I do – that God wants me to be kind, and just, and compassionate. I believe that God wants me to cherish life deeply, and that one way to do that is through ritual – rituals like our festivals, and Shabbat, and hanging mezuzahs on my doorpost and giving regularly to tzedakah. I believe these things because I believe in God as the root of my being and the ultimate purpose of my existence. I believe that life isn’t supposed to just be lived, it’s supposed to be holy. And that has everything to do with God.

Bob, Ellen, Bill, Sarah, John, Karen, I’m sorry. I was tired that day, and the fish was really good, and you caught me off guard. This answer is far more long-winded than the one I gave you over lunch, and probably far more than you wanted. It’s not complete, but I hope it begins to respond to your very good question. Let’s continue to struggle with it, and perhaps, this year, we can continue to take some steps toward deeper understanding, and a better life for us all.

Shanah Tovah

The Real Real Thing: Judaism and the Messiah

Erev Rosh Hashanah Sermon
September 20, 2017 – 1 Tishri, 5778

If you are of a certain age, you’ll remember it well. Or to be more precise, if you are old enough to have been watching television by 1971, you’ll remember it like it was just yesterday. Your TV screen fills with an image of a beautiful, fresh-faced young woman with blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes. She sings,

I’d like to buy the world a home,
And furnish it with love.
Grow apple trees and honey bees
And snow white turtledoves.

The camera pulls back, and we see that there are other good-looking young people standing there, too. They’re from all over the world. There are Asians, and Africans, Pacific Islanders, and Europeans. Each is dressed in native garb, each is holding a bottle of Coca Cola, and each joins in as the song continues.

I’d like to teach the world to sing,
In perfect harmony.
I’d like to buy the world a Coke,
And keep it company.

“Coke is the real thing,” the song tells us, and we now see an aerial shot of hundreds of young people standing in formation on a hillside in Italy, singing to us about love and harmony, honey bees, turtledoves, and Coca Cola. [Watch the original video remastered.]

The ad caught on like crazy. The song – without the reference to Coke – soon hit the charts on its own in both the United States and Canada. A Christmas version of the commercial came out a few years after the original, and a Disney version starring Mickey Mouse was released soon after that. In 1991, there was a 20-year reunion featuring the original cast and their children. In 2006, the rapper G. Love recorded an ad for Coke Zero starting with the words, “I’d like to teach the world to chill, take time to stop and smile….” There was a NASCAR version that came out in 2010, and the year before last, it was featured in the series finale of the TV show “Mad Men.” Critics consistently rate this ad as one of the greatest commercials of all time.

It was, of course, an attempt to get TV viewers to purchase sugary brown soda water. But there was something about the way it was made that captured people’s minds and hearts. What was that something? What was the secret to the great appeal of this minute-long TV commercial?

To answer that question, it is important to remember that when the commercial originally aired, the Cold War was still raging, and the specter of nuclear destruction hung darkly over everything. The US was mired in an increasingly bloody conflict in Vietnam, people were killing each other in the Middle East, and everywhere violence seemed to flourish. Yet there on TV, we saw hundreds of young people dreaming about peace and love and harmony. The vision was as simple as it was silly: If we could all just sit down and have a Coke together, things would be great. From our perspective today, it sounds kind of foolish, but in 1971, the image of people all over the world connecting in love and harmony was downright inspirational

Of course, the folks at Coca Cola weren’t the first to provide the world with glowing visions of the future. In fact, we Jews beat Coke to the punch by centuries! “On that day, God shall be one, and God’s name shall be one,” we sing in our services – it’s a vision of the world coming together in unity under the umbrella of God’s oneness. “Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, nor shall they study war any more,” proclaimed Isaiah, and we’re still singing the words today – “Lo yisa goy el goy cherev, lo yilm’du od milchamah.” “Each shall sit under his vine and fig, with none to make them afraid,” said the prophet, Micah.

Yes, for centuries, Jews have dreamt of the coming of the messiah, and the visions put apple trees and honeybees to shame. In fact, the English word messiah actually comes from the Hebrew word, mashiach. Other religions might talk about the messiah a lot more than we do, but we had the idea first!

Our tradition’s descriptions of the Messiah are both vivid and voluminous. I don’t have time to share all of them here, but I can highlight a few. The messiah, Jewish tradition says, is going to be a descendant of King David. The messiah, many texts predict, will reunite all Jews. And when they say “all” Jews, some of these texts really mean it, for many suggest that the messiah will reunite in the land of Israel all Jews who have ever lived. They suggest that there will be a physical resurrection of the dead – that the bodies and souls of deceased Jews will reunite, and that they’ll rise to live together in the newly rebuilt Jewish commonwealth. This, by the way, is the reason that traditional Judaism forbids cremation and embalming. Since our bodies will be resurrected, we want to keep them in a condition as pristine as possible so that they’ll be good to go when the messiah comes.

The vision continues. According to Judaism, the messiah will enable Jews to observe all the laws of the Torah, just like in the old days. Now remember, there are a lot of commandments in the Torah – fully 613 of them, to be precise. However, of those 613 commandments, 244 of them are impossible for us to keep these days because they’re about sacrifices, and sacrifices in Judaism are only to be practiced in the Temple in Jerusalem, and the Temple was last destroyed in the year 70 CE. When the messiah comes, our tradition tells us, one of the things that will happen is that the Temple will be rebuilt, and we’ll be able to practice sacrifices once again.

Most important, Judaism says that the Messiah will usher in an era of universal peace and justice and righteousness – a time during which, as Maimonides says, “there will be no hunger or war, no jealousy or rivalry.” It will be a time when, as Isaiah taught us, the lion will lie down with the lamb, even though, as Woody Allen added, the lamb won’t get much sleep.

The point is that when the messiah comes, according to our tradition, things will become really good – even better than apple trees and honeybees and Coca Cola, if that’s possible to imagine. When the messiah comes, then, for us Jews, things will become like they were in the good ol’ days, when we had a beloved king, and when the Temple stood and we could do Judaism the way we were really supposed to. More universally, when the messiah comes, the world will become the kind of place we know it can be – a place of peace, and justice, and kindness among all people.

When I was a freshman in college, my roommate was a terrific guy named DJ, from a little town in Eastern Kentucky – hillbilly country. I think I was the first Jew DJ had ever met. One day when we were talking in our room, our conversation turned to religion. At one point, DJ paused and said, “I don’t understand why you Jews don’t accept Jesus as the messiah.” DJ wasn’t trying to convert me; he wasn’t being hostile or adversarial at all. He was really just curious why we Jews didn’t accept something he’d been taught as a fundamental religious truth.

My initial inclination was to respond by saying “Duh! Of course Jesus wasn’t the messiah. Why would we believe that?!” But this wouldn’t have been a very constructive response to a perfectly legitimate question. To tell you the truth, I don’t really remember how I answered DJ that day…I just remember hemming and hawing a lot. At the time, I didn’t have the tools to give him a clear answer. Why don’t we believe that Jesus was the messiah? Because we don’t believe that anyone has been the messiah – at least not yet. And why don’t we believe that anyone has been the messiah? Because we read the papers; and we watch the news; and we look at the world around us; and whenever we do, we see that, although the world has a lot of good in it, there’s a lot that’s not so good there, as well. There’s war, and there’s hunger, and there’s nasty gossip, and there are all kinds of other evils both large and small – so many, in fact, that we can’t help but notice that our world is a fundamentally broken place. And these times in which we live are most definitely pre-messianic in nature.

Now, a few additional comments about the messiah in Judaism are in order. First, the idea of the messiah – particularly as it’s been understood in Judaism – is profoundly dangerous. For one thing, in Judaism, the messiah, as I said, will rebuild the Temple. Actually, to be more specific, some texts say that the messiah will rebuild the Temple, whereas others say that Jews will need to rebuild the Temple in order for the Messiah to come. But remember, that Temple can only be built in one place, and that’s on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, right behind the Western Wall. The problem, of course, is that these days there are some very important Islamic shrines that sit on the Temple Mount – the beautiful gold-domed Mosque of Omar (or the Dome of the Rock), and beside it the silver-domed Al Aqsa Mosque. In order for the Temple to be built, it would have to be at the very spot where those buildings now sit, so those Islamic shrines would have to go away, and to date there is no movement that I know of within Islam to destroy those shrines. In the mid-eighties, the Israeli police caught a Jewish religious extremist on his way to the Temple Mount carrying a backpack full of explosives – he was planning to blow up those Islamic shrines so that the Temple could be rebuilt. Can you imagine what would have happened if he had succeeded? If he had, Israel would have had about a billion quite understandably ticked-off Muslims on its hands, and the results would have been utterly catastrophic. But to this terrorist, everything was OK, because he was about to bring the messiah, so even if he was caught in the process – even if he was killed in the process, the messiah would soon come and make it all right.

In fact, more generally, if I can make you believe that I’m the messiah, or if I can make you believe that I truly speak on the messiah’s behalf, then I can get you to do practically anything. Like Jim Jones did in the 1970s, I could get you to drink poisoned Kool-Aid for me. I could get you to fight for me, and live for me, and die for me, and to do all kinds of horrible things in my name. And because you would see me as the saviour of the world, you would do it, and you’d be willing to tolerate any adverse effects from those deeds, because since I’m the messiah, and you were on my side, you wouldn’t have anything to lose.

Perhaps this is why our tradition has long been a little leery of too much messiah-talk. To be sure, the Talmud expresses this leeriness quite explicitly. If you’re planting a tree, the Talmud says, and someone comes up to you and excitedly tells you that the messiah has just come, what are you supposed to do? First, finish planting the tree, then go see what all this messiah stuff is all about.

In fact, Reform Judaism shares this leeriness about traditional messianic views. That’s why our movement since its inception has rejected the notion of a personal messiah. We Reform Jews have long looked forward not to a person coming along who can save the world, but rather to the coming of the Messianic Age. We see ourselves as working as God’s partners on behalf of Tikkun Olam, repairing our broken world, so that our people’s dreams of peace and justice can somehow come to fruition.

But even though this messiah idea is so dangerous, and even though many of us are so leery about it, the other thing that’s true is that it lies at the very heart of what it means to be Jewish. That’s because the possibility that the messiah will come along and perfect the world someday is what has long given meaning to Jewish existence.

Why be Jewish? Why bother with Shabbat, and keeping kosher, and Temple dues and all of the other obligations of Jewish life? And why tolerate the expulsions and pogroms and mass murder that always looms as one of the risks of being Jewish? It’s because we have the hope that all of these Jewish things we do will help bring about the fulfillment of our people’s great messianic dreams for the future.

Think of the world as a big wheel slowly rolling along the track of history. It began way down there with creation, and one day it will get way over there to messianic times, and in the meantime, we’re somewhere here in the middle. According to Judaism, whenever a Jew fulfills a mitzvah – whenever we light candles, or study Torah, or give to tzedakah, or keep any of the other six-hundred-and-some-odd commandments of Jewish life, we roll the world one click – one tiny step closer – to the fulfillment of our great messianic dream of the future. And, conversely, whenever we transgress one of those commandments, we move the world away from the fulfillment of that dream.

Our mitzvot bring the messiah, our rabbis taught, and our transgressions delay it. Each moment, we should imagine that the world is in balance, they continued – that collectively our deeds and misdeeds perfectly outweigh each other, so that what you do right now will determine whether the messiah comes. Right now, at this very moment, the destiny of the world is on your shoulders. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to do something good and sacred that will transform the universe into something good? Or are you going to do something petty or evil and ruin it for us all? You get to choose.

In this sense, Judaism is messianism. The very reason that we do anything Jewish is to bring the messiah. That’s why being Jewish matters.

Finally, I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings here, but this great dream of ours – of universal peace and justice and brotherhood and all the rest? It’s probably not going to be fulfilled anytime soon…and to tell you the truth, it might not ever be fulfilled. Maimonides taught that a good Jew is supposed to say, “I believe in the coming of the messiah, and even though the messiah tarries, I still believe.” The wording there is important – we’re supposed to say that we believe in the coming of the messiah, not in the “caming” of the messiah. In other words, a Jew is supposed to believe that the world holds enormous possibility, that it can and will become better. And never – at least not for the foreseeable future – are we supposed to believe that the world is already a perfect place. As the scholar Yeshayahu Leibowitz taught, in Judaism, the false messiah is the one who has arrived.

There’s an old Jewish story about a man named Mendel who lived in a small shtetl. There in the shtetl, Mendel’s job was to sit at the gates of the city and wait for the messiah to arrive, and for this work, Mendel was paid one ruble a week. At one point, a friend of his said to him, “Mendel, how could you do such a boring job, and for such horrible pay?” “Well,” Mendel replied, “the pay might not be great, but the work is steady.”

Even during the darkest of times, we Jews have always maintained the hope that things can and will get better. It’s that hope, that dream, that has given us the strength to endure our greatest challenges and our greatest difficulties.

My friends, in many ways, this is one of those dark periods. The smoke shrouding our city in recent weeks is in many ways an apt metaphor for the tenor of these times. These days, there are earthquakes, and hurricanes, and floods. The spectre of nuclear conflict is growing once again, and everywhere fear seems to be overtaking compassion as the primary motivating factor of humanity. Now more than ever, we need our people’s vision of a better world, and the realities of contemporary life call upon us to work for it’s fulfillment. Now more than ever, God needs us as a partner, to bring a better day for humanity.

The psalmist taught that when the messiah comes, hayyinu k’cholmim, we’ll be like dreamers. The great messianic dream of the Jewish people, you see, in in part the dream of being able to dream. That’s why that commercial was so popular. At a time when the very existence of the world seemed to be in peril, it helped thousands of people dream of a better time. It’s a lesson for us all. When people despair, we can’t always give them happiness, but what we often can give them is a dream of a better time. This is the great gift of Judaism’s messianic vision.

It is now Rosh Hashanah – the Jewish New Year. Will this be the year that the messiah finally comes and makes things better for us all? Maybe, but probably not. Still, we can dream of a better world, and we can take steps to make that dream real. Picture a time of apple trees and honeybees, and lions and lambs together, and of peace, justice, and righteousness pervading the world. Dream it. Work to make it happen. You might not finish the job, but working together with the rest of us who share that dream, maybe – just maybe – we can make at least part of it come true.

Shanah Tovah.

On the Virtue of a Bent Finger: A Challenge for the Days of Awe

At several points during recent years’ Days of Awe services, I could swear that I saw index fingers popping out all over the place:

For the sin which we have committed against You through careless speech.

An index finger comes out and points to the person sitting to its owner’s left. “Honey, remember that time when you lashed out at me a few months ago…?”

For the sin which we have committed against You through insincere apologies.

Another index finger emerges as the person on the left points to the right. “Well don’t forget about that time when you apologized for not doing the dishes, and then somehow ‘forgot’ to do them the following evening.”

For the sin which we have committed against You through gossip and rumour.

Another index finger pops out a few rows back, pointing at someone across the room. “Joe over there, he says nasty things about me all the time. Thank goodness I’m not like that.”

As the litany of misdeeds continues to unfold, the index fingers continue to appear. “This person did that,” someone whispers. “That person did this.” “That guy over there should be ashamed of himself.”

The curious thing about those index fingers is that they’re all straight, and they all point outward, away from their owners. They’re all fingers of accusation, not fingers of ownership and responsibility.

It makes sense, I suppose. We’ve all been wronged, and often those wrongs cause us pain. It would be great if we could get those who have wronged us to own up to what they did and apologize. Human nature, it seems, makes those fingers want to pop out straight.

But what’s important to remember is that all of this finger pointing is decidedly not what the Days of Awe are about. The Days of Awe encourage us not to get other people to take responsibility for their misdeeds, but rather to get each of us to take responsibility for our own. The emphasis isn’t on what they’ve done wrong; its on what you’ve done wrong.

So here’s my suggestion: During the upcoming Days of Awe, when you feel your finger starting to pop out and point at someone else – and pop out it surely will – then just bend that finger back so that it points at you. Focus your efforts not on what others have done to you, but on the ways you’ve fallen short and can improve in the future.

To be sure, that finger isn’t going to want to bend back at all, for life is much easier when we focus on other people’s misdeeds rather than our own. But the challenge of these holidays is to bend it back anyway. We must force ourselves, often against our will, to look at our own shortcomings and re-chart our course toward a better life.

Those pesky fingers are going to want to point at others; don’t let them. For only when we look at ourselves – deeply, honestly, and thoroughly – can we answer the great call of these great days. Only then can we take our first steps, however tentatively, toward return, repentance, and a better life.

During these upcoming Days of Awe, may we all find the strength to do just that.

Shanah tovah umetukah. May you and your loved ones have a good, sweet new year.

This post also appeared on the blog of ReformJudaism.org.

Rabbi Jordan Goldson visiting on Aug 4

On August 4, Rabbi Jordan Goldson, the first full time rabbi of Temple B’nai Tikvah, spoke at Erev Shabbat Services. It was a great joy to welcome him back to Calgary, even if it was only for a brief visit.

Rabbi Goldson is now the spiritual leader of Congregation B’nai Israel, in Baton Rouge, LA.

Social Action Teams up with Metro Alliance for the Common Good

Social Action is always building relationships with other faith communities as we engage in more activities and projects.

Over this past year, we have forged a new relationship with a group called the Metro Alliance for the Common Good (MACG), a non-denominational group made up of churches, unions, and a variety of community organizations who bring about change by addressing and resolving the root issues.

MACG has developed three Research Action Teams in the following areas: Native Reconciliation, Seniors’ Issues and Poverty and Economic Pressures, and Temple would like to contribute members to each of these teams so we can contribute in a meaningful way.

If you want take part in these discussions and research activities, want to effect meaningful change in the greater community, or if you want to create a “Made in Temple” Research Action Team, please contact us.

To volunteer and to get more information, please email Jon Zyto at jon@montaguemattress.com.