Showing posts with label Care. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Care. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

The Who

These past months have given us ample opportunity to consider and re-think our lives.  Hopefully, we have reflected on the meaning of our relationships, our work, our spiritual selves and perhaps we have set new objectives and priorities in our lives as a result of this thoughtful deliberation.  If this has happened, or if we are still in mid-process of reassessing our priorities, we have used this time of confinement wisely.  After all, what is pain, if not an opportunity to change and grow?

Shlomo Carlebach reminded us that there are two essential questions that we can ask of one another.  The first is “what” and the second is “who.”  What is the difference between the two questions?

When we ask, “What are you?” the answer is usually something like “I am a nurse.”  Or “I am a businessperson.”  “I work for the labor department.”  Or “I am Jewish.”  “I am Methodist.”  These responses elicit a positive or negative reaction.  If we approve of how they define themselves we let them know in spoken or nonverbal ways – either with a look of disapproval or word of positive engagement.  

The “what” question does not get to the heart of the identity of the other.  It only wants to categorize the person; put a label on them.  Once we have successfully labeled them we know where to put them on the hierarchy of importance.  This person is good because they have such-and-such skills.  This person has little value as anyone could do what they do.

When we want to know the “who” of our brother or sister, it means we want to understand them; what do they value, what are their needs, soul to soul.  Once we connect to the “who” of a person we can build strong, deep and healthy relationships.  

“What” does not build.  It does not heal the wounded.  It does not give tzedaka.  Only the “who” does these things.  The “who” repairs” hurt feelings; it feeds the hungry, it visits the sick, it nourishes relationships.

An observation from a hitchhiker: When you have a short distance to travel and need a ride people generally do not want to give you a ride.  But a driver who passed by a hitchhiker long before and did not bother to stop has a nagging conscience that they could have helped someone but did not.  So, they are the only likely person to pick up the lone traveler.  Their guilt is assuaged.

Each day we have the opportunity to see others as a “what” (a means to fulfill our needs) or a “who” which enables us to see the deepest levels of another human being and thus do mitzvahs as we see others for who they really are.  This is Torah.  When you read and learn Torah you understand the profound way in which we are called to see other people.  Do not miss the opportunity every person represents.

I pray that this time of the pandemic has not only made it possible for us to reassess our values but readjust the way in which we see everyone else as a “who.”  If so, this period of solitude has been well worth it.

Friday, June 8, 2018

A Little Shul

Rabbi Akiva was asked, “Since your God loves the needy, why doesn’t 
He care for them Himself?”

The sage responded that, “God, Father of rich and poor alike wants His children to help each other. The Lord desires a world of love.”

Thousands of people have passed through our humble little shul.    They have come through these doors seeking the touchstone of existence.  We too come to this place to reclaim our sense of being and renewed purpose.

In the annals of every Jewish community we participate in the drama of a congregation that moves from an idea into a fully functional community.  Making a real community is a bit like a marriage; people touching people.

Our purpose is never to merely survive. Survival itself is not noteworthy.  We celebrate marriages where we have sweated under the chairs of the bride and the groom. We honor the bereft whose shoulders we have supported.  We celebrate warm friendship on Shabbat morning. The evening minyans where we gathered at a house of death. We sing and dance countless baby namings and brit milahs.  We remember our little ones who spilled wine on the carpet and those stains still remind us of that day, even now. They now have children of their own. We recall Friday evening dinners. High Holy Days. Relationships cemented. In those walls we celebrated wars and peace, love and forgiveness.

The Puritans called marriage “the little church within the church.” Every day, without letup, for untold years every Synagogue has functioned as the sacred place where love and forgiveness have been recycled endlessly. That is what a marriage is; that is what a community does.

George Halas, owner of the Chicago Bears, worked well into his 80s. He was once asked, “George, at your age, what are you doing here working?”  Halas replied, “It’s only work if there’s someplace you’d rather be.”

Rabbi Akiva was right.  “God, Father of rich and poor alike wants His children to help each other. The Lord desires a world of love.”  This is our charter; to be there for one another as we have throughout all the past millennia.