Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Sermon for Yom Kippur Morning, Beth Israel Synagogue, 10 Tishrei 5778

Two years ago, when I gave a sermon about the passing of my beloved teacher, Rabbi Bernard Zlotowitz, I ended with one of the many funny stories he would regularly share with us in class. I would like to share another one this morning.

The story is one from his days as a rabbinical student at the Reform movement’s Hebrew Union College, HUC. His teacher walked into the class one morning and announced, “Boys,” - and here Rabbi Zlotowitz would add the observation that, in his day, HUC only admitted men - “Boys, I want you to know that when I woke up this morning, I felt the desire to put on tefillin. But I resisted!”

Now, if you don’t find that story funny, it might be that you lack one of two important pieces of information that it assumes you have. First, you might not be aware that, particularly at the time that Rabbi Zlotowitz was a student, the Reform Movement rejected all types of prayer dress including head coverings, tallitim and tefillin. Even today, one can walk into a classically Reform synagogue and see bare heads in abundance. The Reform movement would, in time, soften its stance on the use of these items, but Rabbi Zlotowitz’s teacher - who was likely Orthodox trained (as was, I might add, Rabbi Zlotowitz who had ordination both as an Orthodox and a Reform rabbi) - was playing with the idea that wearing tefillin was a form of heresy.

The second piece of information you might lack is - what exactly are tefillin? For that explanation you need to go back to Judaism’s most well known prayer, the שמע. That prayer refers to הַדְּבָרִים הָאֵלֶּה אֲשֶׁר אָנֹכִי מְצַוְּךָ הַיּוֹם - these words that I command you this day. Regarding these words we are told קְשַׁרְתָּם לְאוֹת עַל־יָדֶךָ וְהָיוּ לְטֹטָפֹת בֵּין עֵינֶיךָ - you shall bind them as a sign upon your hand and you will make them symbols between your eyes. Judaism takes these words literally and tefillin are the embodiment of that literalness. They consist of small, leather boxes into which are sealed pieces of parchment on which the words of the שמע have been written. These boxes are fitted out with leather straps that allow you to bind them and the words they contain onto your arm and your forehead.

Thus the wearing of tefillin is a mitzvah. It is one of the 248 positive mitzvot - to go along with the 365 negative mitzvot for a total of 613.

But what exactly is a mitzvah? This word is absolutely central to Judaism, and yet it is generally misunderstood by Jews. Ask virtually any Jew what a mitzvah is and she will tell you that its a good deed.

Such an understanding fits well with our general attitude toward religion: that it is, in a free country like ours, an association we enter into voluntarily for the purpose of community or history or, in the case of younger families, cultural and, maybe even perhaps, a little moral instruction. We see religion as playing a primarily pastoral role. Religion attempts to offer comfort during life’s crises, and it seeks to to solemnize life’s transitions. And for Jews, religion adds a touch of differentiation in our lives - a vague cultural and historical exoticism that sets us apart from our overwhelmingly Christian neighbors.

Contextualized thus, the idea of mitzvah as good deed fits well. By asserting that the central concept of Judaism is one that guides us toward good citizenship and neighborliness, we justify our religious practices and our decision to raise our kids as Jewish as a thoroughly modern and American thing to do. In saying that a mitzvah is a good deed, we assert that, though we identify with a particular religion, we are, in no way, fanatical or irrational or otherwise given to the craziness we often associate with those who wear their faith on their sleeve. We are simply good people, seeking to inculcate good habits in ourselves and our children. And we have extracted from our ancient faith that essential core of human morality, casting aside the superstitions, or consigning them to cultural color.

Against this modern perspective, I want to offer a contrasting view of the idea of mitzvah. It comes in the form of a story from the book Rebbe by Rabbi Joseph Telushkin. As the title suggests, it is a biography of Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson, the late leader of the Chabad-Lubavitch Chasidim, known to his followers simply as, The Rebbe. The story concerns a Londoner and devoted Chabad follower named Bernie Rader. Mr. Rader was on a business trip to Detroit and was having dinner with friends. A guest at dinner started asking him detailed questions about tefillin - their requirements as to shape and color. Mr. Rader understood that his interlocutor must be very familiar with tefillin in order to ask such questions. When he asked if the man put them on, he said no. But he said he would put on Mr. Rader’s tefillin if doing so was so important to him. Rader made arrangements to meet the man next morning where he expertly negotiated the rather complicated procedure of donning tefillin. Rader then suggested that the man should put on tefillin every day and the man agreed that he would - on the condition that Rader buy them for him. Rader said he would do just that - bringing the tefillin to him when he returned to Detroit six weeks hence.

On his way back to London, Bernie Rader stopped in New York where he briefed the Rebbe on his business dealings and his curious encounter with the man with the tefillin. He was looking forward to returning to London where, the next night, for the first time in his life, he would have his entire family - all his children and grandchildren - gathered together for Shabbat. But the Rebbe had other plans for him. “Do you think its right” he asked, “that a Jew who put on tefillin yesterday for perhaps the first time in twenty years should wait six weeks for you to bring him tefillin? He instructed Rader to buy the tefillin immediately and “(i)f you can get the tefillin to the man in Detroit so that he can put them on today, do so, but if not, you yourself should go back to Detroit and put the tefillin on him, even if this means you won’t get to be home with your family for Shabbat.” The Rebbe reckoned that such a display from Rader would impress upon the man the special importance the mitzvah of tefillin had to him.

For those of you familiar with the ways of Chabad, such zealotry over tefillin will come as no surprise. The group has created what they call Mitzvah Mobiles which they drive around various cities looking for Jewish looking men whom they urge into the van to put on tefillin. The first time I put on tefillin was under the guidance of one of the Rebbe’s שלוחים - emissaries - who came to my home for a so-called “Jewish family visit.”

Obviously we are dealing here with a very different sense of the meaning of mitzvah from that of good deed. Here each mitzvah is like a discrete act that has its own infinitesimal, but nevertheless, real impact on the universe. Each mitzvah performed moves the world one step closer to the time of the messiah and redemption. The aim, then is to multiply the number of mitzvot performed in order to hasten the coming of the messiah. In the case of Mr. Rader, both he and his family would observe Shabbat whether he was in London or Detroit. There is no net gain in the number of mitzvot performed by him being with his family. However, by delivering the tefillin, there is a net gain in mitzvot performed - perhaps as many as six per week if the man should put them on at all appropriate times. Plus, who knows how many other mitzvot will be performed as a result of the man doing this one? In this understanding, a Jew’s primary purpose in life is the performance of mitzvot and whatever personal gains he or she may derive from such performance are incidental to the cosmic gain of bringing the world a tiny step closer to redemption.

יהושע בן פרחיה taught that we are to דן לכף זכות - judge with an eye toward merit. So let me try to do that with these two very different ideas of mitzvah. First, the idea that a mitzvah is a good deed has the merit of keeping this central Jewish concept alive in the minds of millions of Jews who have little connection with their faith. It reinforces the correct notion that Judaism emphasizes behavior over belief, thus making it a religion focused on this world, rather than the next. This is very appealing to those of us who approach all religions with great skepticism. As the son of such a skeptic, and as someone who followed a slender thread of Jewish identity all the way to the rabbinate, I cherish those ideas that make Judaism’s eternal truths approachable to a broader Jewish public. Mitzvah as good deed is one such idea.

As to the idea of mitzvah as the path to redemption of the world, this too is one of great merit. It affirms the idea that, small though we may seem in our own eyes, our actions have consequences that impact the entire world. Amid the prevailing nihilism of our culture, such an attitude affirms the value and sanctity of each life and, for that matter, each drawn breath. And, in affirming a transcendent quality to the idea of mitzvah, it bears out that observation, often ascribed to the British geneticist J.B.S. Haldane who said that, in his own estimation, “the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, it is queerer than we can suppose.” For someone like myself who thinks himself fairly rational, a reminder of rationality’s limits is always a useful tonic.

That said, whatever merit these opposing concepts of mitzvah might have, they each suffer serious weaknesses. Reducing the concept of mitzvah to that of good deed effectively hollows Judaism out. It negates one of Judaism’s central insights: that the ethical and the ritual are inextricably linked to one another. To lose one is, in fact, to lose the other; that without the ritual, the ethical will quickly degenerate into the popular or the emotional. By the same token, the idea of mitzvah as vehicle for world redemption dehumanizes this most intimate source of contact between us and our companions, and between a Jew and his God. In the example I cited, it takes a man from his family, not even for the sake of the stranger, but for the sake of the slenderest of hopes.

I believe that we need a different concept of mitzvah; a concept that affirms both its centrality to Judaism, and its role in shaping the character of individual Jews.

Such a concept must begin with the meaning of the word. A mitzvah is a commandment. It is what God wants us to do. At any given moment in our lives when a mitzvah can be performed, we face the choice between doing what we want to do and doing what God wants us to do. It is a mitzvah, for instance, to be mindful of our neighbor’s property. So if we are driving down the street on a windy day and we see that our neighbor’s trash can has been blown over, we should stop and turn it back upright. Now it may be that we like our neighbor or we take pride in our neighborhood or we’re just considerate folk and so we want to stop and turn the can upright anyway. None of that matters. We do not turn the can upright because it is a good deed, but because God wants us to do it. We do not turn the can upright because doing so will hasten the messiah, but because God wants us to do it. A mitzvah is a commandment and we do them because God tells us to. And we do what God tells us to because we want to be close to God; because we want to be holy.

The decision, then, to take on a mitzvah is a highly personal one. It reflects where we are in our own journey as Jews. We do not live in a shtetl where the community’s will can impose itself on us, nor in a politically oppressive state where our freedoms are curtailed on account of our religion. Each of us has been raised to be largely free agents in our lives. The restrictions we have placed on our freedom through the associations and commitments we have made have been those of personal choice.

The restriction Judaism asks us to place upon ourselves is greater by far than any other commitment we might make. It is לקבל על מלכות שמים - to take upon ourselves the yoke of the kingdom of heaven. The rewards it offers too are greater: an element of transcendence; the possibility of holiness; the chance to feel near to God. I believe there is only one way to take on such a commitment: slowly, thoughtfully, step-by-step, one mitzvah at a time.

How do we begin? My suggestion: start with the fallen trash can. Or a visit to a sick friend. Or a morning spent cooking at a soup kitchen. Or any of the other hundreds of actions that the rest of the world thinks of as good deeds. Only, don’t tell yourself its a good deed. Say instead, ברוך אתה יי אלהינו מלך העולם אשר קדשנו במצותיו וצונו Blessed are You, Lord our God, Sovereign of the universe, who makes our lives holy through Your commandments and has commanded us to do this thing.

I will not tell you that from there, the adoption of new mitzvoth becomes easy, because it doesn’t. Each mitzvah that one takes on makes one’s path steeper and more trying. But I will say that from the adoption of one single mitzvah, the next becomes more natural. Each mitzvah we take on changes us; it pushes us emotionally, intellectually and spiritually forward. It becomes the next step in our striving toward union with the divine image in which we are created. And it is this striving that I believe is the true substance of holiness. Indeed, I believe that if a mitzvah has the power to bring on the messiah, it does so by making us strivers after holiness. For this reason, I believe that anyone who has taken on a single mitzvah and is sincerely striving toward the next, stands as close to God as the most pious among us.

As for me, I have of late felt the desire to put on tefillin, and I have not resisted. Not every day; maybe once or twice a week. It adds a few minutes to my prayer time and they are not particularly comfortable to wear. They are also easier to put on in the summer when one is wearing short sleeves, so whether this practice will survive the coming colder weather is anyone’s guess. But they are, for me, the latest chapter in my own, personal struggle to do God’s will. However this particular chapter will play out, I am grateful for the struggle and the striving and the hope for the transcendence and holiness and redemption that they bring.


Sermon for Yom Kippur Evening, Beth Israel Synagogue, 10 Tishrei 5778

Three weeks from today, we will read פרשת נח, the second of the weekly readings of the Torah.  At the end of that פרשה is a brief story with which everyone is familiar.  But at the risk of sounding unqualified as a rabbi, I must admit that it has taken me a long time to understand it.  It took a rather silly situation comedy on Netflix to explain it to me.  But I will get to that in a moment.

The story is that of the Tower of Babel.  In it we are told that the entire earth was of one language and one purpose.  Rashi tells us that one language was לשון הקודש - the Holy Tongue, that is to say, Hebrew.  The people decide to use their skills at brick making to build a city with a tower whose top would be in the heavens.  They do so to נַעֲשֶׂה־לָּנוּ שֵׁם פֶּן־נָפוּץ עַל־פְּנֵי כָל־הָאָרֶץ: - make for ourselves a name, lest we be scattered over the face of the earth.  God comes down to check on the construction and is appalled.  Says God, הֵן עַם אֶחָד וְשָׂפָה אַחַת לְכֻלָּם וְזֶה הַחִלָּם לַעֲשׂוֹת - Look! They are one people and one language and this is what they begin to do!  God confuses their language so they can no longer understand one another and scatters them across the face of the earth.  Their actions, in other words, are the very cause of the thing they were trying to prevent.

Now the prejudice we bring to any biblical story is that God’s actions are right and good and just.  But I, for one, find it hard to understand why God acts as He does in this case.  Isn’t unity of human purpose something we all pray for?  As we bring tonight’s service to an end, will we not all sing together of our hope for the great day on which, יִהְיֶה יְיָ אֶחָד, וּשְמוֹ אֶחָד God will be one and God’s name one?  In this story, at least, God does not seem to share that hope. 

The rabbis are at pains to explain what great sin was afoot in the building of the tower to warrant such a response from God.  Rabbi Jeremiah ben Eliezer in the Talmud suggests that some of the builders wished to use the tower to wage war against God.  Rabbi Nathan says they were all bent on idolatry.  The 15th Century Portuguese philosopher and commentator Abravanel believed that the process of building the tower incited hatred and envy among the workers as they vied to lay the first brick in each new level.  And his Italian contemporary Ovadia Sforno believed that having but a single language and a single mode of thought would crush dissension and freedom.

But for me there is one explanation of why God did what he did to the builders of the Tower of Babel - and through them to all mankind - that is more compelling then all the rest.  It’s one I have known for a long time, but whose true significance only came to me a few months back while watching the Netflix comedy series Grace & Frankie.

For those of you unfamiliar with this show, Grace & Frankie follows the same premise as that 70’s sit-com, The Odd Couple.  As some of you will remember, that premise was offered in the voice-over to its opening credits: “Can two divorced men share an apartment without driving each other crazy?”  Grace & Frankie asks the equally compelling question, “Can two divorced women share a beach house without driving each other crazy?”  The show’s modern twist is that the two women - played by Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin - are divorced because their respective ex-husbands have fallen in love with, and have gotten married to each other. 

In one particular episode, a beloved friend has moved back next door after years of traveling through all the world’s most exotic places.  She enlists Frankie’s help in throwing a big party for all her friends, at the end of which she intends to commit suicide.  The cancer is back, she tells Frankie, and it has spread all over.  She wants Frankie to serve her poison laced butterscotch pudding.  After a couple of scenes of soul-searching, Frankie decides she is all-in on the project.  The problem is Grace who says that death is not her friend’s choice to make.  Replies Frankie, “Of course it is.  Her life, her death, her choice.”   But Grace is stubborn:  “Its not right,” she says.  “Only God can make that decision.”  And while I can think of absolutely nothing about either the character Grace or the actress Jane Fonda that is even vaguely Jewish, in this case she is arguing the side of the rabbis.

Many of you have asked me questions that begin with the words “What does Judaism say about …”  To your frustration, my answer, virtually every time, begins with the sentence “That depends on whom you ask.”  The differences are not only among Judaism’s various movements, but just as often within them.   But this is one of those instances where Judaism speaks with one voice: euthanasia, suicide, or assisting another in committing suicide is prohibited under Jewish law.  In many instances, such actions constitute murder.  Quite simply, our bodies do not belong to ourselves but to God - lent to us with the expectation that we will care for and preserve them.  Harming them, let alone destroying them, is not allowed.  Jewish law is absolute on this subject.  Says the Mishnah, והמעמץ עם יציאת נפש. הרי זה שופך דמים - one who closes the eyes of someone at the time his soul is departing from him, this is the spilling of blood - that is to say, murder.   The Talmud tells us that one whose soul is departing is like a guttering candle; the slightest touch will extinguish it.  Nothing should be done to extinguish that life even a moment before God’s time for it.   Every human life, regardless of its condition, is considered in Judaism to be of infinite value.  The last breath of one who is dying and the first breath of a new born are of equal worth.

That said, Judaism is sensitive to the pain that often accompanies our departure from this life.  The Talmud records the final sufferings of Judah Ha-Nasi, known simply in our tradition as Rabbi.  Rabbi’s students gathered around his bed and prayed incessantly that he would stay among them, thus drawing out his suffering.  His maid, seeing the pain he was in, threw a jar from the roof of Rabbis house and it shattered on the ground.  The sound caused Rabbi’s students to cease their prayers momentarily and in that moment he died.

Thus the state of Jewish law on treating the dying as universally accepted throughout the world and across the movements: one may remove impediments to dying - such as the prayers of Rabbi’s students - but one may not take any actions to hasten one’s dying - such as the closing of the eyes.

The active debate in Jewish law is over where the line is drawn between removing obstacles to dying and hastening death.  Can one, for instance, administer pain relieving medicine even to the point that it suppresses heart and respiratory function?  Some say yes, others, no.   Is intravenous nutrition and hydration an impediment to dying?  Some say it is, others, it is not.  All of these decision, however, are reserved for life’s final days.  They are a very far cry from the self-administration of life ending drugs that the various states’ physician assisted suicide laws contemplate.  The workings of those laws is what is depicted in my aforementioned episode of Grace & Frankie.

I watched this episode with no expectation that the characters would honor Jewish law and turn away from this act of self-destruction.  But what troubled me enough to turn it into a sermon was how quickly Grace's objections melt away.  At first she refuses to attend the pre-suicide party.  But ultimately she is convinced that the demands of friendship trump any qualms she might have over the morality of her friend’s behavior.  And indeed we can sympathize with her dilemma.  It cannot be easy to hold to a moral position that might mean physical and emotional pain for another.  She attends the party.  And when Frankie hesitates at serving her friend the poisoned pudding, Grace tells her that Frankie’s own beliefs and her bonds of friendship require her to do so.

What I find so troubling about all of this is the sense that this episode represents - if not where we are as a society with regard to suicide and the sanctity of life - then at least the direction in which we are heading.  We live at a time when palliative and hospice care is more available and better than it has ever been.  Professional counseling and pharmaceutical anti-depressants and anxiety medications offer more options to deal with the emotional pain of life’s end.  New therapies and powerful analgesics precisely administered can deal with much of the physical pain.  You would think the call for suicidal options would be diminishing in such circumstances, but the opposite is occurring.   In the past four years, three states plus the District of Columbia have passed Physician Assisted Suicide laws, bringing the total to six states where this is legal.  Seven more states have considered such legislation in recent years, including Connecticut where the legislature held hearings on the matter in 2013, ‘14 and ‘15.  Grassroots institutions working under the banner of “Death with Dignity” are cropping up all over the country and indeed all over the world.  And in the meantime, shows like Grace & Frankie and even an Israeli film entitled מיתה טובה - mistranslated into English as The Farewell Party - celebrates suicide as the ultimate expression of human autonomy and even a kind of triumph over death.

What all this says to me is that we are in the process of redefining life not as a divinely granted gift, or even as a happy accident of blind nature, but as the canvas of personal utility.  We live our lives for the utility we find in doing so, however we define that.  And whenever we feel we have worn out that utility, we, exercising our autonomy, end them.

Yet there is something very dangerous in defining life by its utility, and the reason why Jewish thinking across the movements is in near total agreement is because all realize that our law is pointing us away from that danger.  In saying that our bodies belong to God, we are saying that there is something inviolable about our lives - inviolable by others, inviolable by the state, even inviolable by ourselves.  In that sense, suicide is not the ultimate expression of human autonomy.  In fact, it destroys that autonomy by taking away its source.  And once that autonomy is gone, and our lives are defined strictly by their utility, well then there is no depredation to which we cannot be subjected.

And this brings me back to the Tower of Babel and to the midrash that has helped me to understand this strange story.  It comes from the possibly eighth century text known as פרקי דרבי אליעזר.  Here it is:

Rabbi Pinchas said, “There were no stones there wherewith to build the city and the tower.  What did they do?  They baked bricks and burnt them like a builder until they had built it seven miles high and it had ascents on its east and west.  The laborers who took up the bricks went up on the eastern ascent and down on the western.  If a man fell and died, they paid no heed to him, but if a brick fell, they sat down and wept and said: ‘Woe is us!  When will another one come in its stead?’”

The midrash speaks of our propensity to turn the work of our hands into our gods.  We take pride in our skill and our accomplishment.  We see in our workmanship a reflection of our own creativity and individuality.  And ultimately, we come prize it beyond all other things.  This is what the tower becomes to its builders.   And this is moment when the value of the individual human becomes measured by the number of bricks she can carry.  This is the moment when life is measured by its utility rather than its God given value.  In the Grace & Frankie episode, it is the moment when the friend announces that if she cannot live life on her own terms, then she will live it not at all.  And it is also the moment when Grace, who senses that life must mean more than this, shrugs her shoulders and says, “who am I to judge.”

Today is the most beautiful day of the year.  Its premise is that life is a gift whose value transcends our understanding of it at any given moment.  Its promise is that, through self-denial, through confrontation with our faults, and through reflection on our deeds, we can change in ways that make us worthy of this gift.  Growing and changing in this way, we can indeed achieve that sense of meaning that tells us that each breath we draw is as precious as the last; and indeed as precious as the first.  For we are not the mere sum of our utility.  We are instead the weakest and most transient of creatures in whose ear God nevertheless whispers the words, “Choose life that you and your children may live.”