Saturday, November 28, 2015

Gifts

© Trisha Arlin

Blessed One-ness,
I give thanks for the gifts that are mine to give. 

One day,
I walked into a subway car and sat down
on a bench-seat that had just enough room for me. 
Now, I am a wide person,
I take up a bit more space
Than someone who is not a wide person,
And sometimes
I push against someone,
inadvertently,
with my wide self. 
And this time,
apparently I had.

Because the man sitting next to me
made an angry noise and said,
"Well, go ahead and knock into people,
obviously you don't care."
Which was weird,
So I watched my reaction.

I heard myself thinking,
screw you buddy,it was an accident,
get over yourself,
what do you want from me,
are you making fun of me because I'm fat
is everybody staring at me because I'm fat,i hate you.
And I wanted to ignore him,
And I wanted to curse him,
And I wanted to sink into the floor.

But then I stopped,
I breathed,
I thought about the man,
I thought about what he was feeling,
and I realized
it had nothing to do with me.
He was someone at a low ebb,
He was fragile,
So fragile that 
me 
squeezing into a seat 
next to him on the subway 
and touching him without noticing
felt like an assault
on his very being. 

I had done nothing to be sorry for,
I was right.
He was wrong.
I turned to him and I said,
"I'm sorry, it was an accident, I didn't mean to push you, I hope you can forgive me."  

I didn't need to be forgiven.

But he needed to forgive me.  

"Humph", he said, "well okay". 

And his anger was gone
And so was mine. 
It cost me nothing. 
In fact, it gave me the world. 

Blessed One-ness,
I give thanks for the gift of atonement,*
Which is mine to give so easily.
Amen.



*From Devora Steinmetz's "From Father To Son"







The Gift of Atonement: VaYishlach

© Trisha Arlin

About four years ago, I embarked on a personal program of mindful practice regarding how I react to feeling threatened or hurt.  For years, my hurt or frightened reactions looked like anger and attack instead of the protective reactions they were and they were alienating and unsustainable.   Sp I was just starting out of a practice of mindful compassion instead of reaction when, one day, I walked into a subway car and sat down on a bench that had just enough room for me.  Now, I am a wide person, and I take up a bit more space on a subway bench than someone who is not a wide person, and sometimes i push against someone inadvertantly with my wide self.  And this time, apparently I had, because the man sitting next to me made an angry noise and said something like, " well, go ahead and knock into people, obviously you don't care" which was weird because a) i hadn't been aware of pushing into him at all, just squeezing in to a slightly tight fit and b) when people are mad at you on the subway they usually don't say anything, they just glare at you and send you bad vibes.  But this guy said something.  And I sat there and watched how i reacted, and I heard myself thinking, screw you buddy, It was an accident, get over yourself, what do you want from me, are you making fun of me because I'm fat, is everybody staring at me because I'm fat, I hate you, and I wanted to ignore him, and i wanted to curse him, and i wanted to sink into the floor, because I'm fat.

Hold that thought.

I mostly understand the world through stories and the struture of stories, and the Book of Genesis, the Book of Bereishit, is chock full of them.  Sometimes the stories are grouped together in a parsha in a way that makes sense to us, and sometimes not.    This week, the two main stories in Vayishlach, meaning, he sent, as in Jacob sends messengers and maybe later God sends an angel, are the story of the reconciliation of Jacob and Esau, with Jacob's wrestling with the mysterious night visitor preceding that, and then, the rape of Dinah, the only daught of Jacob that we ever hear about, and the subsequent murder of every male in hapbitant of Shechem by Jacob's sons in revenge for that rape.

The two  stories are about many things, and today, perhaps because of turmoil in the world and my fear that we're  about to start in or have already started in to World War Three, today  i'm looking at them as examples of conflict resolution, one which ends in atonement and peace, and one which ends in honor killings and death.

Let me tell the stories very briefly in case you're unfamiliar with them:  Jacob has been working for his Uncle Laban for twenty years, he has two wives and two servants he sleeps with and many children and livestock.  He's cool, he's achieved, he's made himself rich and he wants to go home, but he's afraid his brother Esau is still mad at him for stealing his father's blessings, and his brother Esau is a hunter and a warrior and could easily kill him.  So Jacob sends messengers  with a placating message to Esau, he send lots of presents to Esau, he approaches Esau's camp but first he divides his family and his possessions up so in case Esau attacks not all will be lost, and the night before he is to meet with Esau forthe first time in many years, he spends the night alone, across the river.  During the night, an unnamed man appears and wrestles with Jacob.  Jacob forces a blessing out of the mysterious man, whom Jacob believes is a divine being, and he gets a new name, Israel.  Then Jacob/Israel crosses the stream, humbles himself before his brother, Jacob is forgiven and though the brothers do not stay together, they part, maybe not as friends, but not as enemies, and the guilt and fear that Jacob must have been living with the whole time he was away, is gone as is the anger Esau has been living with.  So this is good.

The second story, comes later.  Jacob with all his people and possessions is camped out outside the city of Shechem, which is ruled by the chief, Hamor.  Hamor's son, also named Shechem, sees Dinah, Jacob's daughter, and under circumstances we are not told about, rapes her.  We never hear what Dinah's reaction is to this or anything that occurs later, let's stipulate the awfulness of this.  This entire story is told from the men's point of view.  So Shechem has fallen in love with Dinah, go figure, and asks his father to get  Dinah for a wife.  This is a system for getting a wife that I have heard of in other cultures alive even today, horrible as it is, so even though it seems insane to us, it doesn't to Shechem.  Anyway, Shechem gets his father to offer whatever it takes to get Dinah, including the idea that the people of Shechem will intermarry with Jacob's people and they will all live happily ever after.  Jacob is silent at this point, but his sons are outraged at Dinah's rape and they demand that all the men be circumcised before any of this can take place.  The men of Shechem do this, and when they are lying helpless after the procedures, Simeon and Levi, Jacob's two most unpleasant sons, kill all the men in town, and the rest of the sons plunder and destroy the town and take the remaining women and children as slaves.  Lovely. When Jacob yells at them for the strategic disaster they have committed, the brothers of Dinah say, "Should our sister be treated like a whore?"  Their concern is for how Dinah is seen, not for her suffering or how she feels, let alone all the innocents who lived in Shechem. So, this is bad.

Rabbi James Jacobson-Maisel writes, “Jacob's genuine fear, and the fear we should all carry with us, R. Menachem Mendel tells us, is the fear of pride. Pride, not in the sense of acknowledging our good deeds or accomplishments, or our affirmation of our identity and who we are, but rather a pride which makes it hard for us to say that we are wrong, that we don't know and that we need help. It is a pride of independence, a pride that wants to be seen, acknowledged and respected by others, a pride that cares about whether people praise or criticize us. It is our protection of our sense of self.”

I think this sense of self is very fragile, especially when we are young.  One can imagine Jacob’s wrestling match as being with his sense of pride, of his belief in himself, in the rightness of his decision to steal the blessing from his brother when they were young, in his own sense of his destiny.   And that destiny is confirmed by the mysterious man, who might be an angel, who is called Elohim and who might be God, who wrestles with Jacob and who blesses and gives him a new name and maybe this mature sense of self, this confidence in himself that does not require bluster or outside confirmation, is what enables him to do whatever he needs to do to make it up with his brother. I don’t think Jacob thinks he’s done anything wrong, he was just fulfilling his destiny when he stole the blessing, Jacob is the better man to carry on the legacy.  Jacob doesn’t need to be forgiven.  But Esau needs to be able to forgive.  He can’t go on until he does.  Jacob gives Esau a lot of material presents to Esau, but this is his real gift to him, what Devora Steinmentz , in her book, From Father to Son calls, the gift of atonement.

Jacob blesses his brother, he atones for the way he wronged him, he gives Esau back his pride, his sense of self and this enables Esau to forgive him and even be affectionate.  But also, Jacob, who is no fool,  keeps the blessing that was not gotten by deceit, that was given by Isaac when Jacob left home, that was confirmed for him the night before.  In this situation, everybody wins.

And then, only two or three verses later, bam, we're in Shechem and Dinah is getting raped and the young men take this, apparently, as such an affront upon their fragile sense of self that their only recourse is revenge and emasculation and honor killings.  How Dina feels about all that is not recorded and one doesn't get the sense that they care.  So all of Jacob's hard earned learning and maturation is thrown away, lost.  And, as a writer, my sense of structure is violated.  In a good story, we usually get the bad example first, then the hero learns his lesson and we see the good example.  But here, the hero has learned his lesson which is thrown out the window.  Jacob tries to atone for this by setting up a new idol, but that doesn't do the trick, which sets up all the bad family feeling that leads the sons to throw Joseph in the pit, an action that is heinous but that must occur in order to get them all to Egypt and into slavery and then to freedom and then to Moses and Sinai and the law and Torah and God.  Coming soon at a shul near you.

Okay, back to the beginning of this drash. So, I'm on the subway with the guy who feels like i pushed him with my big ass, thinking all my scared and angry thoughts, but then I tried my practice.  I stopped, I breathed, and thought about what he was feeling, why he had said what he said, and I realized, it had nothing to do with me, he was someone at a low ebb, clearly his sense of self was really fragile, so fragile that me squeezing into a seat next to him on the subway felt like an assault on his very being.  And I had a choice, I could prop up my own fragile self and continue that assault, either in my mind or out loud, or I could try to help him.  Only my pride stood in the way. 

So, even though I'd done nothing wrong, even though I was right and he was wrong, I turned to him and I said, I'm sorry, it was an accident, I didn't mean to push you, I hope you can forgive me."   I didn't need to be forgiven, but he needed to forgive me.   "Humph", he said, "well okay".  And the anger was gone.  And it cost me nothing.  In fact, it gave me the world.  I gave him the gift of atonement, and he gave me...the rest of my life.   Huge.

 When I look at the conflicts in Israel and Palestine and Syria and all over, all that revenge and honor killing and murder of innocents, I wish all of those antagonists would stop and breathe and feel empathy and give each other those gifts, the gifts of atonement and compassion, the gifts of God-ness and One-ness.  I wish them for you.

Shabbat Shalom






Saturday, October 31, 2015

AS WE RISE FROM OUR TENTS: A Drash on Vayera


The parsha Vayera has a lot of different stories:
The annunciation of Isaac's eventual birth and Sarah's laughter, Lot offering up his daughters for rape in the hopes of saving two visitors to Sodom, the destruction of Sodom, Abraham arguing with God about the destruction of Sodom, Lot fleeing Sodom and his wife turning into a pillar of salt, Lot having drunken sex with two of his daughters, Abraham saving his hide by once again pretending that Sarah is his sister rather than his wife and offering her up to Avimelech who gets punished by God, The birth of Isaac, the exile of Hagar and Ishmael,  and then finally, the Akedah, when God asks Avraham to sacrifice his most beloved son which he quietly takes on although stopped at the last minute, then Rebecca gets born.

Phew.   Too much.

I think i'll just stick with the opening three verses, (here they are, in Everett Fox's translation):

And YHWH was seen by him (Avraham) by the oaks of Mamre as he was sitting at the entrance to his tent at the heat of the day.  He lifted up his eyes and saw: here, three men standing over against him.  When he saw them, he ran to meet them from the entrnace to his tent and bowed to the eart and said, My Lords, pray if I have found favor in your eyes, pray do not pass by your servant. 

And Avraham gets them water and and food and has them rest.  And it turns out these three men are angels who tell him and Sarah that they are going to have a child.  Which is nice, in and of itself, but let's dwell with this moment a bit, because this scenario is directly preceded by God's announcement of God's covenant with Avraham and Sarah and all their descendents, when Avraham has sealed this covenant by humbly having himself and all the men of his tribe circumcised, which, besides being rather drastic and painful, is, I assume, incapacitating making all these men incredibly weak and vulnerable, exposed to physical and emotional attack as well as God,  connection with the the One-ness, and it is such an expression of trust, huge honking glorious trust.   There will be  time for thinking about God later but now it's time to do God. Yowza.

Rabbi Yehudah Leith Alter, in the Hasidic text, Sefat Emet, The Language of Truth, writes:

"Soul and spirit long for their root, but they are bound to the body.  By means of circumcision, the removal of the sheath, this desire of soul and spirit wins the day.  The body really has the same form as the soul."

And it is is in that moment that YHWH, the One-ness, is seen by Avraham by the Oaks of Mamre as he was sitting by the entrance to his tent.  Imagine that moment, the ecstatic combination of pain and pleasure, exposure and communion, humility and achievement, and then—

Three strangers appear, looming over him, bam, there they are, out of nowhere, completely stealing the story, hungry and tired and dusty.  I've sat on the subway many times, deep in my own profound and tremendously important thoughts and meanwhile hungry and tired and dirty people are lurching past me begging for money, begging to be seen., and I give them nothing, I don't even look up, I let my earplugs enable me to pretend I haven't noticed them, because hey you can't give money to everyone, and these guys are probably going to drink it all up, and I just want to get home, I'm not getting any younger.  Or, or, I hear from the Rabbi, there's a demo for the 15 dollar minimum wage, at 6:30 AM.  6:30 AM?  Hell no. I turn over and go back to sleep.

But unlike me, Avrahm doesn't close his eyes or complain about his pain, Avraham runs to meet these men and bows to them and helps them wash up and feeds them and has them sit in the shade.  And YHWH was seen by him (Avraham) by the oaks of Mamre as he was sitting at the entrance to his tent at the heat of the day. 

Nehama Liebowitz writes,

"...practical good deeds take precedence over any abstract spiritual "enjoyment....he did not linger for a moment in the toils of mystic communion with his Creator, but ran to attend to the practical task of making welcome some tired and weary wanderers..."

I'm in my early old age, and I find as I age that i have morphed into a seeker and a meditator and a writer of kavannot and prayers.  This is a very internal journey and I get mad and depressed when the practicalities of life intrude on my communion with God, whatever God means to me on any particular day.  I most feel that connection when I write and when I write I am Avrahm, sunning myself in front of the tent, in a personal Shabbat, there is no past or present, only the now, an the ecstatic combination of pain and pleasure, exposure and communion, humility and achievement and then the phone rings or my back hurts and the bills arrive I freak out because I don't have a job or a partner and I'm so scared about my old age.  Or because the Republicans won't admit that global warming exists.  Or because the workers in the B&H warehouse are being mistreated, or fast food workers aren't getting enough money to live on,  or Palestinians are murdering random Jews on the street or Jewish extremists are burning families in their homes, or, you know, Donald Trump. 

In the  Pirke De Rabbi Eliezer, Rabbi Eliezer writes about the people of Sodom,

"They were dwelling in security without care and at ease, without the fear of war from all their surroundings, as it is said, 'Their houses are safe from fear '(Job xx1 9).  They were sated with all the produce of the earth, but they did not strengthen with the loaf of bread either the hand of the needy or of the poor."

Without balance and priorities, we get lost.  And alas, much as I would love to spend my days in meditation retreats and writing binges, or living a life without care and at ease, dusty strangers appear at my door, at our door.  At Rosh Hashanah we learn that Teshuvah, repentence and humility, and Tefillah, prayer and ecstatic communion, and Tzedukah, charity and social justice, fulfill and complete us and I believe that it's is in the balance of all three of these that we find our true selves as Jews, as humans, as members of this community.  And that starts right here, in this parsha, in Vayera, as Avraham rises from his ecstasy and pain and feeds the stranger.    It is time to be and to do.


Maybe
God is a gerund, a verb ending in 'ing', 
a verb that has become a noun.
Always doing, always being.  
And Being.
Never starting, never ending.  
But real and solid, 
an idea made of action.

You want always to be in the image of that Noun, 
A believer and doer and caretaker,
As your true self
In prayer and social action and conscious living,
You want to be in full connection with that Verb, 
Believing and doing and caring, 
In the truth, whether you call it God or not,
And regardless of the payoff.   
So you construct descriptions and meanings
Or attach yourself to rituals and history.
Then your weakness becomes your strength
Your solitude becomes  your community.
This helps us all get through our lives
And we are comforted
And we are able to comfort others.

The universe is vast and incomprehensible.
We need to find joy in our lack of understanding,
We yearn for God’s presence to pass over us,
As we rise from our tents to strengthen the hand of the needy.
Making the intangible, tangible.
Imagining the unimaginable.

God appeared and Avraham saw three strangers,
God is a gerund: a verb and a noun.