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September 8, 2010

New machzor tries for accessibility and inspiration

This Rosh Hashanah, worshipers in Conservative congregations across North America will find themselves using a new machzor.

More than 150,000 copies of the High Holy Days prayer book, Mahzor Lev Shalem, have been presold, representing orders from nearly 130 of some 650 affiliated congregations.

The strong interest might stem from “dissatisfaction with all previous machzors,” said Rabbi Stuart Kelman of Berkeley, a member of the committee that produced the prayer book.

Lev Shalem is in one sense a response to two oft-heard criticisms of the Conservative movement: that it is too elitist and too intellectual.

For starters, the entire Hebrew text is translated into English, and parts that might be said aloud are transliterated to allow those without Hebrew knowledge to participate in group call and response.

“It’s a great expression of the tremendous desire of the Conservative rabbinate to share the tradition we are so steeped in with people wherever they are, and not to wait for them to become scholars to appreciate it,” said Rabbi Julie Schonfeld, president of the Rabbinical Assembly, the Conservative body that produced the book.

For experienced worshippers who want a Hebrew text unencumbered by directions indicating where one should stand and sit, subtle signals like the icon of a bowing man offer what Conservative leaders hope will be a rich, free-flowing davening experience.

Commentary and exposition fills the right side of each double-page spread. The left side is for poems, meditations and alternative readings.

Ten rabbis and cantors spent 12 years putting together the machzor, meeting twice a month for more than a decade.

Each of 10 regular contributors took one or two assignments, and the entire group read and commented on each other’s work. Kelman wrote the commentaries for the evening and morning Shema and its blessings, for example, while Rabbi Leonard Gordon of the Germantown Jewish Centre outside Philadelphia wrote the commentary for Kol Nidrei and the Torah and Haftarah readings.

The groups also translated the Hebrew text into English and read it aloud to make sure it flowed, so those who cannot “feel” the meaning of the Hebrew can use the English for real prayer.

Some who saw early versions of the machzor, which was tested in six congregations, say it answers a need articulated by Conservative laypeople as well as clergy.

“There is a cadre of congregants that is really looking for spiritual connection,” said one Conservative rabbi, Geoffrey Haber of Congregation Mishkan Tefila in Chestnut Hill, Mass., in a YouTube video that is being used in an unusual PR campaign to promote the prayer book. “Oftentimes our movement can be focused on the intellectual rather than the spiritual, and people are really thirsting for that. I think this machzor speaks to that.”

Along with the content modifications, Lev Shalem is aesthetically pleasing. It weighs less than 2 pounds, is printed on fine paper and uses a typeface that has been specially designed and copyrighted.

Like a new daily and Shabbat prayer book released concurrently by the Israeli Masorti movement, Lev Shalem is being presented as a prayer book for all Jews rather than as a Conservative text.

“We’ve got everyone from [the late Israeli poet] Yehuda Amichai to the Lubavitcher rebbe,” said committee chair Rabbi Edward Feld of Northampton, Mass., senior editor of the project. “It does not represent any single theological perspective.”

Feld spent weeks poring through the rare-book room at the Jewish Theological Seminary (JTS), mining more than 60 old prayer books for long-forgotten piyyutim, or liturgical poems, to include along with modern meditations.

On one page is an 11th century poem on the new year by Joseph Ibn Abitur of Spain. On another is “For the Sin of Destroying God’s Creation,” JTS Dean Daniel Nevins’ environmentally sensitive version of the Al-Chet, the traditional confessional list of sins recited during Yom Kippur services.

The way the texts are put together is in keeping with Conservative values, Feld said.

“We include myriad Jewish voices, allowing them to be in conversation with each other,” Feld said. “In that sense, it’s a deeply Conservative text because the movement at its best is about the conversations that can take place between tradition and a 21st century sensibility.”

The entire traditional text is included, with a few modifications. The matriarchs are included as an option on the same page as the traditional Amidah prayer that refers only to the patriarchs. Kelman says that’s progress from the most recent Conservative prayer book, which relegates the matriarchs to a separate page.

The Conservative leadership hopes the new machzor will help worshipers deepen their synagogue experience. Those who produced it, however, have less lofty expectations of their first encounter with the book from the other side of the pulpit.

“In all likelihood,” Kelman said, “I’ll be looking for mistakes.”

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Central Casting: A tashlich meditation

My shoes slip off, my feet sink into soft sand and then approach the sea, where they submerge and are washed. But even freshly emerged from water, they remind me that just because you’ve washed something doesn’t mean it’s truly clean.

Rosh Hashanah marks the world’s birth — a new year, a new circle of Jewish holidays about to begin. The 10 days of repentance, which create the structure for apologies to self, neighbor and to God. Tashlich, the ritual in which bread is cast as sin and then cast out of us and into the water, is part of the preparation for Yom Kippur. It is Tashlich, this opportunity to make physical the act of rejecting iniquity, that draws me to the edge of the Pacific Ocean, steps away from the frivolity and fun of the Santa Monica Pier.

This year, I am even more self-reflective than usual. I’ve tried to do what’s right, but so seldom is any account of events objectively true. Any judge worth his salt (and let’s face it, God deals salt in pillars) would — having considered the evidence against me, and against everyone else — have to return a verdict of guilty.

That’s the point, isn’t it? That behind our blogs and sunglasses and screenplay optioning and convertibles, we’re all, always, guilty. Every year. It would be disappointing if it weren’t so remarkably, and perhaps impressively, consistent: This treadmill of a year provides a very convincing illusion of progress, but, 12 months later, we’re back at the shores of our own regret, pondering reward and punishment, right and wrong, apologies and repentance. And in every “afterward” of a heartfelt return to what is right and just, our feet bear the mark of the immersive instant — the proof of penance attempted, but also of the missteps of intervening months.

How fitting, in this age and in this city, to cast bread in the role of seasonal villain. In the spring, it represents ownerless dust that we are forbidden to own, let alone consume; but now, in the fall, central casting has determined it to be sin personified. My Tashlich carb-of-choice is no chemically altered Wonder bread — it’s complex, hard-to-digest, insoluble fiber. I imbue it with the burden of all my misdeeds and cast it out into the water. It should sink, but there are no cement shoes on my sins: those suckers float straight to the top, taunting me as they dance weightlessly over the waves.

I stare at the bread that remains, try to parse the grains one from another. I think of the grains as words within a conversational whole, the paragraphs and pages of words I’ve spoken and written about other people, and try to cast them in some different light. Maybe that sentence wasn’t really slander; maybe those words didn’t really do any significant damage. Little things get complicated when you don’t stop to think about them individually. Not by bread alone do human beings live, but in the nuanced complexity of carbohydrates, writ in the Book of Life.

The birds swoop down, scavengers of actual and metaphorical shores, greedy for my sins. They don’t seem to get that those morsels of perceived nutrition are poison, toxins I have cast out and rejected.

In delving into self and sinking into sand, we have to be ever vigilant, making sure that what fuels us is not someone else’s toxic refuse. We can glean inspiration from the waves — constant and reliable in their approach, but individually distinct. We might watch our sins, hoping to see them vanish from our vision, and be disappointed as they bob stubbornly along, reminding us of what we’ve done. And even as we turn our backs on the shore of the New Year, we may feel cleansed, but don’t cast our glances downward. If we did, we’d see that, despite our immersion, a residue remains on the surface of our skin.

But, in its repetition, what this annual process asserts is that those first steps are important, even if they are the same ones every year, even if there is backsliding. At the water’s edge, the undertow can seduce us, but it’s up to us to step back from the void, grip the sand with our toes and keep ourselves centered and rooted, as those individual grains that used to be parts of us are swept out to sea.

Esther D. Kustanowitz is a writer and consultant living in Los Angeles.

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Why pray? Answers to our annual conundrum

As a congregational rabbi, I dreaded High Holy Day services. The regular attendees who join in the singing, know their way around a service and like to pray, are suddenly a minority. Why do “once-a-year Jews” find their way to Rosh Hashanah services? My guess is a sense of loyalty to the Jewish people, which I admire and applaud. But I doubt that they are there because of the prayers; they are there despite them.

The reasons are well known: a lack of Hebrew fluency, a culture that prefers TV to poetry, a failure of theology. God, if God exists, doesn’t answer prayer, so why bother?

But I believe that there is much more to the story. For starters, people have misguided expectations about prayer. For my new book, “Making Prayer Real” (Jewish Lights), I interviewed 50 soulful Jews on the difficulties and joys of prayer. Almost no one expected God to answer “yes” or “no” to a specific request, including those who believed it possible and desirable. 

If the primary goal, then, isn’t to change a Divine Mind, what is it?

One purpose of prayer is to directly experience transcendence.

When my voice is joining with 20 other people’s voices, chanting the Amidah, I experience God through that moment. I’m not praying to God for something to happen.

— Rabbi Jamie Korngold

Another goal is to change our selves.

I like the Leona Medina image. If you saw somebody pulling a boat to the shore and were mistaken about mechanics and motion, you might think that he was pulling the shore to the boat. And that’s what prayer is like. You think that you’re pulling God to you, but, in fact, if you pray well, you pull yourself to God.

— Rabbi David J. Wolpe

The reason for drawing close to God is to attune or align oneself with the Divine intent.  Prayer becomes a means for affecting the heart.

I’m not trying to understand the words. I’m trying to be the words.

— Rabbi Shefa Gold

According to this understanding, a prayer for peace, for example, is prayed well when it first instills peace within us. From there, our prayers to God for peace in the world are more likely to be sincere and heartfelt.

I discovered that those who feel successful at prayer do not confuse the means with the end.  Specifically, they do not identify a prayer book with prayer. The interviewees repeated this point over and over. The prayer book is meant to be a launching pad, not a prison. Anytime we are moved to do so, we should feel free to take a break from the communal prayers to reflect or meditate on a striking phrase or take a moment for personal prayer.

For many, just the thought of personal prayer pushes a multitude of theological buttons.  Here we would be wise to remember words attributed to Rabbi Zalman Schachter-Shalomi: “I never let theology get in the way of my spiritual life.” He continues, “Theology is the afterthought of the believer.” 

I find this insight critical.  I have never met anyone who got God by reading a book in a library. Rather, if we experience a transcendent moment or find a spiritual practice that works, we’ll figure out the theology afterward. If we have no “God moments,” what does theology matter?

Spontaneous prayer can be the bridge to transcendence, whether we think of God in traditional terms or not. The key is honesty.

Prayer brought me back to reality. Prayer brought me back to myself, to the inner chamber of my soul. Prayer introduced me to the life that I was actually leading, rather than the life I thought I was supposed to lead.

— Rabbi Aryeh Ben David

We are all psychologically aware these days. We know that we subconsciously adopt various defense mechanisms to protect ourselves from emotional pain and heartache. While there may have been good reason for them at some stage of life, our habitual responses may well be holding us back today. We know we should change. This is exactly what we are meant to do on Yom Kippur. But so often we would rather live in denial than take the risk of leaving our comfort zone and exposing ourselves to the unknown. For Rabbi Ben David, prayer is the antidote to denial.

Why do I cry out (to God)? … Will I receive answers? …

Maybe, maybe not.

But this is not really the goal. I call out because I need to call out.  I need to encounter and express my vulnerabilities, my failures, my shortcomings, my worries. I do not want to lead a fake life. …

With whom can I express the fragility of my life? With my friends? When they ask, “How are you doing?” can I reply, “I think I have failed one of my children, my body is showing worrisome signs, my wife and I seem to be missing each other, and I have an overall feeling of dread”? Will my friends ever ask me again?

With my wife? I have been married for almost 30 years. My wife is one of the world’s great listeners, nonjudgmental and loving. Yet when and how can I bare my soul without qualification or second thought? How often? Is she ready to hear me at precisely the moment I need to unburden myself?…

I have a relationship with God, a personal relationship. God knows where I am…

There is no embarrassment — God already knows. There is no shame — God already knows.

Whether we address our wishes to the universe, to the Mystery or to the God of Israel as traditionally understood, a few words of genuine prayer can transform one’s very being —during High Holy Day services, and after.

Excerpts quoted here are from Rabbi Comins’ book “Making Prayer Real: Leading Jewish Spiritual Voices on Why Prayer Is Difficult and What to Do About It” (2010). Permission granted by Jewish Lights Publishing (jewishlights.com).

Rabbi Mike Comins is the founder of TorahTrek: The Center for Jewish Wilderness Spirituality (TorahTrek.org) and the MPR Distance Learning Program (MakingPrayerReal.com).

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Hamas threatens strike on PA

Hamas said it would strike the Palestinian Authority if the PA does not stop arresting its West Bank followers.

In an announcement released Wednesday and reported by Israel Radio, Hamas threatened the Palestinian Authority.

“You know that the hands that have reached the heart of the occupier can reach you too,” the announcement said, and adding that Hamas can strike anytime and anywhere it wants.

The announcement by the terrorist group came after PA President Mahmoud Abbas’ security forces arrested at least six Hamas suspects in two attacks on Israelis driving in the West Bank last week. Four Israelis were killed in a shooting attack near Hebron on Aug. 31, and two were injured in a similar attack near Ramallah the next day.

Hamas stepped up its attacks on Israeli targets following last week’s launch of direct peace negotiations between Israel and the Palestinian Authority.

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An orthodox high School goes online … sort of

At Yeshivas Ohev Shalom, an all-boys Orthodox high school on Fairfax Avenue, students receive something more than an experimental general studies education — and something less than the universally accepted form of classroom learning.

Unlike at other yeshivas, where rabbis teach Jewish studies and secular instructors teach general studies subjects like chemistry or English, Yeshivas Ohev Shalom students take their general studies classes online.

The students remain on site in the yeshiva’s single classroom, where they sit in front of laptops sent over by a state-recognized online program run by the Kaplan Academy of California and chartered with the Lynwood Unified School District.

In short, they learn individually with online education software.

Rabbi Chaim Tropper, principal of Yeshivas Ohev Shalom, describes this hybrid model of education as “revolutionary.” The aim, Tropper said, is to reduce student tuition fees while maintaining a high standard of general studies education.

Indeed, compared to the approximately $25,000 to $30,000 that local yeshivas typically charge for annual tuition, students at Yeshivas Ohev Shalom will pay $7,500 for the next school year — or even less because the school offers scholarships, Tropper said. The school, which opened in August 2009, started its second year Sept. 1.

Yeshivas Ohev Shalom is the only known Orthodox high school to incorporate online secular education into the classroom. But that may change, said Rabbi Saul Zucker, director of day school and education services of the Orthodox Union. Zucker said that administrators at Orthodox day schools are increasingly open to finding innovative ways to adjust to today’s rough economy.

Of the hybrid model, “It’s a new idea,” Zucker said, noting that there are other yeshivas outside of California that are also experimenting with it. “Schools that are doing it to whatever degree are getting attention,” he said.

On a regular school day last year, extension cords ran across the floor of Yeshivas Ohev Shalom’s classroom, powering up laptops. One student wore soft, bulky headphones, listening to an art history video lecture playing on his laptop. Another student sat in front of his laptop, balancing chemistry equations in a Word document. Seeing that his chemistry teacher, whom he had never met in person, was online — indicated by her screen name popping up on his buddy list — he sent her an instant message, asking whether she had corrected one of his previous chemistry assignments.

The teacher wrote back immediately, saying she had corrected it and that it should be in his e-mail in-box, adding that she had also just e-mailed him a duplicate.

Nothing in the student’s demeanor or expression indicated that he saw anything unusual about this exchange; for high school students nowadays, apparently it isn’t unusual to know someone’s personality only to the extent that it translates through IMs and e-mails, even if this person is a teacher. The student simply typed his response thanking his teacher and clicked “send.”

“NP” — no problem — the teacher wrote back.

Thus, the students of Yeshivas Ohev Shalom, after hours of traditional Torah study, immerse themselves in drop-down menus and sidebars, online quizzes and interactive exercises for their general studies subjects. When they log in to their personal accounts and click on one of the courses, a syllabus and announcements for the day appear on their screens. There is a tab they can click on — “Gradebook” — to find out their grades for assignments, quizzes and exams. Sidebars list every section of each course or subject. Students complete one section (or unit) per week.

Because the students take their laptops home — and giving the Internet to an Orthodox high school student is like giving him “a loaded gun,” Tropper said — Tropper takes care to monitor the students’ online activity with a program called LogMeIn.

“The use of the Internet is 100 percent supervised,” said Rabbi Dovid Tropper (Chaim Tropper’s father), who runs the synagogue attached to the school and helps teach Jewish studies. He added that they are “more than cautious” in monitoring the students’ Web use.

Jessica Anderson, principal of Kaplan Academy of California, explained how a state-funded charter school can be used in a religious private school like Yeshivas Ohev Shalom. For purposes of their general studies, Anderson said, “they’re public school students. We’re not teaching religion. We’re providing a public education. … We’re not connected to Ohev Shalom, other than that we share some students that are enrolled in both schools.”

This year, the students will increase time spent on general studies, Chaim Tropper said. They will work within the Kaplan school program from 2 to 6 p.m. Monday through Thursday, for one hour and 45 minutes on Fridays, and again for four hours on Sunday — thus, essentially a 10-hour school day.

The general studies portion follows several hours of Jewish learning. The boys daven together for morning prayers at 8 a.m. and then split up into two tracks for the Jewish studies — a regular track that offers in-depth study of Talmud, halachah and Chumash, and a remedial track that focuses on Mishnayot, the book of Prophets, Chumash and discussions about religion.

Offering two tracks is also what sets Yeshivas Ohev Shalom apart from other yeshivas, Tropper said. The boys reconvene for afternoon prayers around 1:30 p.m., he said.

From November through April, when the students finish their general studies portion of their day, they have the nighttime prayers at 6:05 p.m. On Thursday nights, the students continue Torah studies after a dinner break. Last year, they did this twice a week, but with increased secular load, it’s harder for them to stay and do Torah studies. More time has to be allotted for online education, Tropper said.

Moshe Brownstein, a Yeshivas Ohev Shalom student who just started 12th grade, explained why he likes the online model of education.

“It’s as good as you’re going to get in most programs,” Brownstein said. “It’s the state giving you everything. And you can work at your own pace.”

Still, Tropper said, this type of learning “doesn’t work for everyone.” He explained that a couple of the students, who “learn better in a classroom setting,” did not return this year.

So, in an effort to make the setting feel more like a traditional learning environment, this year Yeshivas Ohev Shalom hired one teacher to come in every day to aid in the online learning. As of press time, the school had 12 students enrolled. Tropper hopes to increase that number to 15 and, eventually, to grow the school to 35 students.

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Web site for the childless to come together

Anna Olswanger is 56 and childless, but she doesn’t want to sit around being sad about it. A few weeks ago, Olswanger, a New York-based literary agent and children’s book author, started yerusha.com, a Web site with resources, forums and support for Jews who don’t have children.

“I just want us to find our worth and to know that we do have something to contribute, even if we have been led to believe, or have convinced ourselves, that we don’t have anything to contribute to the Jewish people because we’re childless,” said Olswanger, who married for the first time at 55.

Yerusha means legacy, and part of Olswanger’s mission is to help childless Jews leave a legacy without having children.

On her site, she has created a page of notable people without children, who’ve left an imprint on the Jewish world: Rabbi Akiva of the Mishna, Hadassah founder Henrietta Szold, Bais Yaakov girls schools founder Sarah Schenirer, scholar Nechama Leibowitz, and Lubavitcher Rebbe Menachem Mendel Schneerson.

Olswanger chose to write children’s books in part to carry on her family’s traditions. “Shlemiel Crooks,” selected as a PJ Library book and honored by the Jewish Library Association, tells the story of when her great-grandfather’s St. Louis saloon was held up in 1919.

The Web site is only a few weeks old and already has gotten thousands of hits, but so far only a few have posted on the forums page. Olswanger thinks it’s because of the pain and shame many feel for not having children.

“We’ve gotten so public about so many things that used to be very personal, but maybe it will take time for people to feel comfortable talking about this,” she said.

Olswanger hopes the site will spawn in-person groups around the country. “I don’t want to stop with, ‘Aren’t we sad.’ I want to go on to the next step.”

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Vista Del Mar breaks ground for new special-ed center

Vista Del Mar Child and Family Services recently broke ground for a new education center on the campus of its special-education Vista School.

Founded as a Jewish orphanage in 1908, Vista Del Mar is now one of the nation’s largest comprehensive care facilities for children and adolescents experiencing social, behavioral, emotional, or developmental challenges. Its 45 programs serve about 6,000 children and families annually.

Al and Hedi Azus donated $1.3 million toward construction of the new building that will bear their name and established a $500,000 Vista Del Mar children’s fund.

Al Azus, who has been on the board for more than 25 years, was a client at Vista decades ago. Unable to stay afloat financially, he brought his two children to Vista, where they were placed in foster care while he searched tirelessly for employment.

Today he is the founder and president of Alna Envelope Company in Los Angeles.

“Like so many of us you have always placed a priority on education, and we have every reason to believe that Vista can become the best private, special-education school in California,” Vista Del Mar’s Board Chairman Carol Katzman told the Azus family during a groundbreaking ceremony last month. “Your gift provides a facility for children with special needs to learn and thrive, enabling them to leave Vista with the capacity and desire to succeed in the world.”

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Mishkon Tephilo’s members look to shul’s future

In the early 1960s, when Jewish delis, kosher butchers and bakeries lined the Venice boardwalk, Temple Mishkon Tephilo was Aliza Wine’s neighborhood social hub.

Wine and her Hebrew school friends would take drama classes and plan their Rosh Hashanah outfits together. The local Jewish tailor was a fellow congregant. Every week, it seemed, she would run into peers, family friends and former babysitters in the synagogue’s seaside social hall.

Today, Mishkon’s winding stairwells and airy, domed sanctuary exude a timeworn quality congregants tenderly dub “shabby chic.”

The neighborhood has changed; the paint and carpets have faded, but Mishkon members’ desire to preserve the spirit of the nearly century-old temple has not.

In June, the synagogue — the oldest still operating on the Westside — held a 90th anniversary party featuring a catered dinner, period music performed by the Palisades String Ensemble, speeches and trivia games. Organizers erected a “memory wall” of artifacts and photos, some from the Mishkon archives, others submitted by longtime congregants.

The occasion for the fete, however, was somewhat of a misnomer. Sure, Mishkon Tephilo is at least 90, but congregants know the synagogue is actually “90-something.”

Mishkon Tephilo might have been founded in 1914, when records show a group of Ocean Park Jews got together for the first time to hold High Holy Days services. But it could have been 1917, when the congregation’s Articles of Incorporation are dated. Or maybe it was 1918, the year the first recorded board meeting was held.

“This sort of thing is difficult to pinpoint,” said Marvin Wolf, Mishkon’s treasurer and informal historian. “It may have started with a minyan meeting casually in someone’s living room, getting together to daven.”

The pieces of history that are known for sure are as colorful as the pastel storefronts populating the synagogue’s Main Street location.

Mishkon’s first facility was built in 1922 a couple of blocks from the old Fraser Pier. At early High Holy Days services, when all the chairs were filled up, young men in the congregation would carry in benches from the beach to seat all the worshipers.

During Prohibition, Mishkon allegedly had a rabbi who was investigated by the feds for selling wine, which religious institutions were allowed to keep on hand for rituals.

In 1940, the growing congregation raised funds and began excavating to build a bigger facility. But as World War II intensified, construction materials were diverted to the war effort and the project halted. The hole in the ground yawned open for years.

When the war ended, congregants were keen to resume building, but hiring an architect would be costly. So the synagogue’s then-president asked his stepson, a returning Navy veteran, to take over the job. The young engineer had been a Seabee in the South Pacific, part of a construction battalion charged with building military bases to house the U.S. invasion forces. Could building a synagogue be so different?

Turns out not — the Seabee dug through his old blueprints from the war and, with a few modifications, drew up a Spartan but functional plan. Today, to a military veteran like Wolf, Mishkon’s downstairs social hall is easily recognizable as a standard mess hall and the sanctuary above it as a military base theater.

The congregation dedicated its new quarters in 1948. Founded as an Orthodox community, Mishkon joined the Conservative movement in 1952. It became the first Conservative synagogue in the Western United States to be led by a female rabbi when the congregation hired Rabbi Naomi Levy in 1989. She served until 1996.

Walking through the sanctuary and narrow halls now, history seems to hover in every corner.

“It feels like my grandfather could have davened here,” Mishkon vice president Debbie Berenbach said. “It feels timeless.”

In the 1950s and ’60s, the synagogue served as many as 1,000 local families. Venice was then a haven for Jewish retirees and families, who flocked to the beachside district colloquially known as “the Coney Island of the West.” But as the Jewish population in Ocean Park declined, so did Mishkon’s membership. Now, most of the synagogue’s 170 member families drive in from neighboring Mar Vista, Santa Monica and Marina del Rey.

Not that any of this has diminished Mishkon’s sense of community.

Asked what it’s like to lead the congregation, Rabbi Dan Shevitz said, “You’re really asking what it’s like to be with your family. Most of the time it’s exhilarating; sometimes it’s challenging.”

The atmosphere at Mishkon is “fiercely participatory,” said Shevitz, who has been at the synagogue for 15 years. “People feel enough ownership to pause in the service to ask questions or share an anecdote or explanation with one another. Sometimes the smartest thing I can do is just step back and let the magic happen.”

Shevitz is known around his congregation as a somewhat larger-than-life character. He is president of the Southern California Community Bet Din, a Talmud professor at the Ziegler Rabbinical School of American Jewish University (AJU), a licensed private pilot and motorcyclist, and the principal percussionist in the Palisades Symphony orchestra, where his wife, Amy Hill Shevitz, plays violin. On Fridays, he can be found with his accordion, entertaining the children at thesynagogue’s Susan Sims Bodenstein Preschool.

Usually, about 75 to 125 people attend Shabbat services. The sanctuary, whose pale blue walls rise toward an arcing ceiling, seats more than 700 beneath stained glass windows that, for lack of air conditioning, are usually open to the salty ocean air.

The turquoise stretch of the Pacific is visible from the steps leading up to the building’s column-lined entrance. In fact, a plaque on the lobby’s West-facing wall implores visitors to recite a Hebrew blessing that reads: “Blessed be the holy one who gave us the great sea.”

Congregants’ memories of Mishkon over the years are as textured as they are poignant: bar and bat mitzvahs, standout sermons, Purim costumes, the old mural of Jewish slaves leaving Egypt that decades ago adorned the wall near the bimah and now lies under more than 20 coats of paint.

One nugget of history that Mishkon revisits weekly can be found in the synagogue’s ark: a Sefer Torah that survived the Holocaust. The scroll once served the synagogue in Mezokovacshaza, Hungary, where Louis Sneh grew up and had his bar mitzvah before the war. In 1944, Nazis destroyed the town and sent its 900 residents to death camps. Sneh was one of the 17 who survived.

When Sneh, now a Mishkon congregant, learned that the Torah had been salvaged from the war, he traveled to Hungary with his family in 2003 to claim it. The scroll, which is thought to be more than 300 years old, was restored at Mishkon and is now used regularly at services.

Next on the congregation’s list of items to restore is its aging structure. The synagogue doesn’t have a parking lot (few locals drove cars when the structure was built), and years of deferred maintenance have taken a toll.

Lay leaders three years ago held a contest in which they invited architectural firms across the country to submit design ideas that would preserve the historic site’s character. Committee members chose a design by Michael Lehrer of Lehrer Architects in Silver Lake and are now determining costs and preparing to raise the necessary funds.

Aliza Wine hopes the renovation keeps the banisters out front intact — she and her friends used to slide down them, as children, in their holiday clothes.

Now a vice president on the board, Wine still sits in the same “ancestral row” for services — row 21 on the left side — where her family has always sat. Descendents of the same families still sit in front and across from her, too. Her son Ezra, 17, is now a teacher’s assistant at the synagogue’s religious school.

“I feel more at home there than anywhere,” Wine said. “There’s a sense of continuity. People have known me since I was a kid. They’ve known my parents, and they know my son. I hope to be at Mishkon for a long time.”

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Letting go of the big lie: Parashat Ha’azinu (Deuteronomy 32:1-32:52)

One of the talents of our sages was their ability to simultaneously hold the text of the entire Torah in their minds. When they saw an unusual word or phrase in one week’s parasha, other appearances of that word or phrase, from elsewhere in the Torah, popped into their minds instantly. And the resultant swirl of contexts and usages ignited the great creative interpretive endeavor.

In our parasha, God commands Moshe to ascend Mount Nevo, to see the Promised Land, and then to die. In a striking departure from ordinary biblical usage, the command is not prefaced with the familiar “And God spoke to Moshe saying …”; rather, “And God spoke to Moshe in the midst of that day, saying … .” What does that unusual phrase connote?

The sages of the midrash point out to us that the phrase appears in exactly two other places in the Torah. In Genesis, Noah enters his ark “in the midst of that day,” and in the book of Exodus, the children of Israel leave Egypt “in the midst of that day.” What links these three events, the sages suggest, is that each one provoked great opposition and threats of the use of force, and for the safety of the actors involved it might have been safest for the actions to take place under the cover of darkness. But in each case, daring the opposition to carry out their threats, God acts “in the midst of the day,” and invariably God’s intention is fulfilled. For the sages, the unusual phrase connotes a purposeful demonstration of the power of the Divine will.

But we’d be cheating ourselves if we simply left the midrash here. There’s a premise the midrash lays down that is worthy of scrutiny. The midrash simply presumes that Noah’s neighbors would have been making noises about blocking his entry into the ark. And that the Egyptians would have been preparing themselves to obstruct the actual exodus. And that the Israelites would have been plotting among themselves to physically prevent Moshe from ascending the mountain. (You can see the fleshed-out descriptions of these presumptions in Rashi’s commentary to Deuteronomy 32:48.) But these presumptions can each be prima-facie challenged. Might not have Noah’s neighbors simply dismissed him as a nut? Why would they distract themselves from their pursuit of ill-gotten gain to stand between Noah and his landlocked boat? And hadn’t the Egyptians had enough by this point? Would they really have proceeded directly from burying their firstborns to attempt to once again block the people from leaving? And would the children of Israel have believed that they could exert any power against God’s determined decision to end Moshe’s career right here and now? Why do the sages ask us to presume these things?

But it is in uncovering the basis of their assumptions that we come to recognize the sages’ profound teaching here. What they are ultimately hoping we will take away from their homily is the primal difficulty that we and all people have in relinquishing a “big lie.” Big lies are the assertions that are widely held and that no one dares challenge, lest the very basis of the way we have chosen to live be undermined. The big lie that held sway in the generation of Noah was that the survival of the fittest was an acceptable organizational principle for a society. There was no collective social responsibility to protect the weak or to ensure their lives and property. Might was as good a principle as any. Only crazy Noah said differently. Which is the reason they would have been scheming to stop him from entering that crazy ark.

Egyptian might had literally been built upon the cultural assumption that some peoples have the God-given right to subjugate and enslave other peoples. The departure of the Israelites at God’s hand was not merely about the loss of labor. It was about the end of a mythology. Beaten and bruised as they were, they could have very well have been planning to make one last stand to preserve the big lie.

And the Israelites in the desert? What was the big lie that they were holding onto? The belief that there would always be Moshe. That they would never themselves need to actually enter a direct relationship with God. Throughout the journey in the desert they held on tightly to the presumption that there would always be someone to intercede on their behalf, to secure Divine favor and deflect Divine anger. They convinced themselves that they would never have to undertake the awesome responsibility of interpreting and applying God’s law. The big lie in the desert was that Moshe would always save them from direct, personal accountability to God. And who knows what they were contemplating doing to hold Moshe back?

In each of these three cases, God reinforced His will with a show of power, carrying out the dreaded activity “in the midst of that day.” Because history had to record and Israel needed to know that societies must protect the weak, that no people has the right to subjugate another, and that we stand collectively and individually directly before God.

Yosef Kanefsky is senior rabbi at B’nai David-Judea (bnaidavid.com), a Modern Orthodox congregation in the Pico-Robertson neighborhood.

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America, a mosque and me

When the planes flew into the World Trade Center in New York on Sept. 11, 2001, I was living in Seattle, on the other side of America. My brother and his wife were visiting me. We did not leave the house for two days because we were worried that Americans angry at Muslims would attack my sister-in-law, who wore a hijab.

On Sept. 13, 2001, one such angry American — Patrick Cunningham — tried to start a fire in my local mosque’s parking lot. When two Muslims coming out from night prayers tried to stop him, Cunningham — who was drunk — tried to shoot them; he missed, then jumped into his car and drove into a tree.

When we heard what had happened, we drove to the mosque and were moved to see flowers and messages of support already flooding its entrance. And from that night on and for weeks more, neighborhood men and women holding signs that read “Muslims Are Americans” stood on 24-hour guard outside the mosque.

Compassion was not one-sided. Issa Qandil, a Jordanian immigrant to the United States who was one of the two Muslim men Cunningham had tried to shoot, told authorities he forgave Cunningham and wanted to drop the charges.

The Seattle Weekly newspaper said that wasn’t possible but that Qandil’s attitude of forgiveness facilitated a plea bargain. Qandil visited Cunningham in jail and told him that he understood why he did what he did and that he forgave him. Qandil even testified at Cunningham’s sentencing hearing, saying that retribution was useless and asked the court to be lenient. Cunningham got 6 1/2 years instead of 75.

According to the newspaper, Cunningham wrote a four-page, handwritten apology to the mosque in which he referred to “the two brave men of your congregation.” The attempted attack on the mosque in Seattle ended without harm, but other attacks were successful.

The year after 9/11, I ended my marriage to the American I moved to the United States to be with. Up until that point, I hadn’t been alone with America. So when I signed my divorce papers, I got into my car for 18 days — just America and me. And paranoia: Just before I left, a group of Muslim men had been stopped on the highway. Apparently, a customer at a diner they’d just frequented had heard them speaking Arabic (not sure how she knew it was Arabic, as most Americans wouldn’t recognize it from Swahili, say) and called the police, saying they were acting “suspiciously.”

My 18 days alone with America were a pilgrimage of sorts. When I first moved from Egypt to the United States in the summer of 2000, I vowed I would not join any Muslim community in the U.S.; I wanted to find my own way as a Muslim in my new home.

Each of the cities I’ve lived in throughout my life has heralded a new stage in my faith. I became a feminist in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, when I realized that the Islam we practiced at home was so different from that outside, which so often discriminated against women. I became a liberal Muslim in Jerusalem, where I lived in 1998 and where my ultra-Orthodox Jewish neighbors reminded me of the ultra-conservative Muslims in Saudi Arabia. My journey toward liberal Islam required solitude in Seattle, communion between me and America on the road, and then resolution in New York.

Soon after the end of that road trip, I came across Muslim WakeUp! — a liberal Muslim Web site that led me to a community of like-minded Muslims. For the first time in my life, I felt comfortable sharing my ideas and values.

It is only in Cairo, my original hometown, and New York City — where I feel no self-consciousness about who I am, what I believe or what I look like — that I am perfectly at home.

I will not surrender that comfort as birds of a feather plan to flock to New York City for a hate fest to mark the ninth anniversary of 9/11. The right-wing group “Stop Islamization of America” will be hosting a rally against the proposed Islamic community center in lower Manhattan. Attending will be a who’s who of bigots — former speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives Newt Gingrich, former U.S. ambassador to the United Nations John Bolton, publisher Andrew Breitbart and, most notoriously, the far-right Dutch parliamentarian Geert Wilders, who has called my religion “the ideology of a retarded culture.”

There is talk of a counter-rally. I am sure my city — where I marched in two demonstrations against the invasion of Iraq — will tell the bigots what several New Yorkers said at those anti-war rallies: “Not in our name.”

This essay originally appeared in The Jerusalem Report. Reprinted with permission of the author.

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