Showing posts with label Moses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moses. Show all posts

Monday, April 3, 2023

Telling The Story


Telling the story
By describing the tellers
But never the hero,
By praising the outcome
But ignoring the plot
Is weird.

So let’s tell the story. 

We were slaves. 
Pharaoh ordered the boy babies killed,
Shifra and Puah saved them. 
Miriam put her brother in a basket on the Nile,
A princess saved him. 
J0chabed his mother nursed him,
The Princess raised him. 
Pharaoh was pharaoh,
The slaves suffered. 
Moses killed an oppressor
And ran. 
He married Zipporah,
He shepherded sheep,
A bush didn’t burn,
It said
I am that I am,
Save the people. 
Our hero went back,
Aaron worked the communications,
God inspired,
Moses organized. 
Plagues. 
Innocents died
But not us. 
Pharaoh said yes then no then yes,
We left. 
Yay!
Nachshon stepped in the sea,
Everyone stepped into the sea,
Pharaoh drowned
And rhe Hebrews were free. 
On the other side of the water
Miriam and the women danced,
Aaron prayed,
Everyone kvetched. 
God fed them in the desert. 
Moses went up the mountain and
Everybody freaked out .
Torah was acquired.
Moses talked with God,
Bezazel created beauty.
A cloud led them through the desert.
Jethro advised them,
Korech agitated them, 
Joshua fought for them and
They walked for forty years
Until
Most everybody died.
But
Their children got to the Promised Land
Which is a whole other story.  

And because we were slaves,
We don’t enslave.
Because we were oppressed, 
We mustn’t oppress. 
Because we fought for freedom,
We are allies. 
Because when you know the story,
You know.  



Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Standing At Sinai

Look at us
Standing at Sinai
Gathered together at the foot of a mountain to meet God.
Seriously?
It's too much to take in
Too big to describe
Like this mountain.

Maybe it's just a useful metaphor:
A mountain of the needy and the suffering
that we ignore every day?
Or a mountain of guilt, a mountain of debt?
Or maybe it's all of the knowledge we've yet to learn?
Or a mountain of fear, 
a mountain of the unknown, 
a mountain of uncertainty and procrastination and failure.
A mountain to roll a stone up, a mountain of opposition, 
Oy vey iz mere.
God is in the Law, in the right and the wrong of our choices,
This mountain is huge!

Or maybe it's just a regular old mountain, 
A very large pile of dirt and vegetation,
merely geology.
With trails to climb and
Rocks to stand on to take in the view.
Animals and bugs living in hidden places
Forming their own perfect worlds with no reference to us whatsoever, 
As long as we leave them alone.
Maybe this mountain is our earth, our world, 
To cherish and take care of or 
To abuse and ignore.
God is everywhere in nature and
We are only one small speck on the mountain.

Maybe this mountain is Mount Sinai
And we are waiting for revelation
Because God, the actual God of Torah and Talmud and Tikkun Olam
Is getting ready to show God's self to us.
Maybe all the truth and love in the world is actually making itself available to us,
We who have done nothing but cry and complain.
Poor hungry, scared us!
And this is more special and holy than we can take in.
So we look away and cover our ears
And God is in the marvelous silence.

So let us step up to the metaphors!
Step up to the dirt and the mysteries!
We are standing at Sinai
And it is all for us
However we experience it.

Baruch Atah Adonai, Ruach Ha Olam
Blessed One-ness, Breath of the Universe
We are humble in your presence
However you manifest.
And let us say,
Amen.





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Friday, May 24, 2013

B'haalotkha: Light The Lamps




Numbers, Chapter 8, Verses 1 & 2
 “And God spoke to Moses and said, when you mount the lamps, let the seven lamps give light at the front of the lampstand.”

Blessed Yah, Ruach HaOlam, breathing us in and breathing us out,

This community,
Sitting in this shul today
We know what a role model is
We know the example our rabbi offers us.
Am I right or am I right?
We are blessed in our rabbi.
Truly she lights the candles
At the front of the lampstand.
Thank you for the opportunity to stand with her.
Thank you for the opportunity to pray with her

Bless be Yah, Breathing Us In and Breathing Us Out.
We are one in the One-ness, as we light the lamps together.


9: 15 – 17
On the day that the Tabernacle was set up, the cloud covered the Tabernacle, the Tent of the Pact; and in the evening it rested over the Tabernacle in the likeness of fire until morning. 16 It was always so: the cloud covered it, appearing as fire by night. 17 And whenever the cloud lifted from the Tent, the Israelites would set out accordingly; and at the spot where the cloud settled, there the Israelites would make camp.

Blessed be Yah, Breathing Us In and  Breathing Us Out
Giving us  The Blessed Cloud
Covering us during the day
Giving Us the Pillar of Fire
Guiding Us in the dark night

We can, we know,
Set out whenever we want.
And we can settle, we know,
Whenever we feel like it.
We don't need clouds or pillers of fire
We're American!
We're Free!

But-- Our way is lit by good example
Righteous anger motivates us
Compassionate love guides us.
We are free to be inspired.

Blessed Cloud
Covering us during the day
Pillar of Fire
Guiding Us in the dark night,
We give thanks for leadership
When it is hard to lead.
We give thanks for our community
When it is hard to follow.

Bless be Yah, Breathing Us In and Breathing Us Out.
We are free to lead and to follow when we choose.
May we always know when to do either.

12:1  
When they were in Chatzerot, 1Miriam and Aaron spoke against Moses because of the Cushite woman he had married: "He married a Cushite woman!"

Bless be Yah, Breathing Us In and Breathing Us Out.
Infinite, unknowable, impossible:
I love to gossip.

“He married a Cushite Woman!”
Oh definitely
I’m Miriam
Sitting in the back of the room
Whispering with my bro, Aaron,
Dishing the dirt on Moses
Mr. Big Shot
Who does he think he is?
We get high on that kind of talk sometimes
Don’t we?
It unites us, it thrills us
But it’s also the stuff of life
The social blood of the community
How else do you know how people are doing,
For good and for ill,
If you don’t talk about them?

The rabbis don’t care if your talk is well-intentioned
Between good social interaction
And bad malicious gossip
The rabbis, they don’t distinguish.
Doesn't matter what you’re saying.
Talking behind someone’s back?
Shameful!
A shonda!
Lashon hara
Evil Tongue
Totally forbidden.

But Really?
Never talk about anyone behind their back?
Okay, just take me out and shoot me now.
I’m Miriam,
Sitting in the back of the room.
Whispering.
Facebook
Twitter
Whatever.

Well I’m only sort of Miriam,
Cause really
I don’t care who Moses married.
He married a Cushite woman
She’s not Jewish
She’s black
What do I care?
Mazel Tov!
What business is it of mine?
What business is it of Miriam and Aaron’s?
He’s Moses, for God’s Sake!
He does his Moses thing
I don’t see what his choice of spouse has to do with it.
I mean, God makes it quite clear
Aaron and Miriam are merely prophets
Which means
God sits in the back of their brains
And mumbles.
And if they’re lucky enough to hear God’s whispers
They only hear it in their dreams.
Behold, says God
And they interpret as best they can
But God speaks to Moses directly.
And Moses back to God.
Frankly,
Moshe Rabeinu can marry whoever the hell he wants,
And if Moses can, why can’t Ellen Lippmann?

Exactly.

But God does not like busybodies
So God comes down hard on Aaron and Miriam.
Withdraws the God-cloud from the mishkan during the day
Withdraws the God-fire from the mishkan at night.
They are devastated.
And if that’s not bad enough
God gives Miriam leprosy
And sends her out of the camp.
Sidebar:
God doesn’t punish Aaron
At all
Biblical God is a sexist,
It’s a given.

Anyway,  the joke’s on God
Because after Miriam leaves the camp
God and the cloud come back
Then lifts it up to tell the people to set forth
But they will not move
They will not follow
Until Miriam is allowed back in the camp.
They need her.
So after a week God relents and she returns.
Moses may be Moses
But we need all our people
The ones who make the sacrifices
The ones who find the water
The ones who light the lamps
In the front of the lampstand
And the ones who light the lamps in the back.

Bless be Yah, Breathing Us In and Breathing Us Out.
We are one in the One-ness, as we light the lamps together.

Chapter 12, Verse 6
After that the people set out from Chatzerot and encamped in the wilderness of Paran.

Shabbat Shalom