fbpx

The Orchestra: Thoughts on the Last Shabbat of 5780

[additional-authors]
September 11, 2020
I have experienced a much-divided self lately as I have been thinking about the sovereignty of the Divine, the core theme of Rosh Hashanah. I have known too much evil and suffering to believe that the hand of God orchestrates history.
Somehow, though, the hand of God shapes us. The Divine Presence can shape our values if we do not push it away. I believe that we can establish communion with that Presence, that we can love God and experience the love of God. I believe we can be transformed by becoming present to the Divine. But does that Presence have a role in what happens between people, to people?
I find myself doubting my skepticism.
Certain things that happen to us, and certain people that come into our lives make us feel that a subtle Divine spirit wafts this way and that. Gifts are given us, gifts that we could not have imagined. We experience the universe as being generous to us in particular. Sometimes we realize that we ourselves act as the generosity of the Divine.
I witness many stories of the generosity of this gentle Divine shaping power, often at weddings. Most relationships are stories of people meeting, dating, loving, selecting and committing. Then there are stories of those who walk with a particular wound, whose bandage seems to be borne by only one person. And the souls bearing those unique wounds and bandages meet each other and bond their lives. Luck? Destiny? Divine providence?
If I put my official doubt about the hand of God in history aside for a moment and just think about my journey and the journey of those close to me, often I detect a mysterious presence pulling and pushing things in my life and theirs. A great deal of life is dealing with the troubles we face. But now and then there are people and moments of such radiance that we feel that we have been noticed and attended to.
When Meirav and I think of how our generous supporters and members, our talented musicians, our hard-working lay leaders and staff came our way, we feel wonder. All of us at Ohr HaTorah benefit from each other’s gifts and the gift of community we create with each other. Even in this odd time of distancing, we feel the bonds of community.
These thoughts take me far from the idea of the sovereignty of God, a term that sounds so austere, so heavy. Yes, values must reign supreme in my life, but we are much more than values-driven beings doing their duty. We are surrounded by the souls of others. Take a moment. That person over there has a soul, a God-formed beautiful soul, encased in a life that perhaps honors the soul within and perhaps does not. They are trying to find, sometimes so awkwardly, meaning and purpose, love and wellbeing. Can you bear that person a gift, can the Divine presence work through you?
Knowing of the suffering of humanity has made me decide that God does not orchestrate history. There seems to be a force out there, forces in history, that steamrolls individuals’ search for love, justice, truth and beauty. This sickens me. I want to fight against that steamroller. My values drive me, values rooted in God. Perhaps God acts against history, through us.
The values generated by God that drive us, however, often drive us through vistas filled with spaces, notes and chords that form a song if we listen carefully. Now and then we can be conscious of ourselves as being part of this divine melody, like angels singing to God. We each have our section, our harmony, our note, our instrument to play. We search for others with whom we can make music. The brutal, destructive forces are there. But so is the music.
God does not seem to orchestrate history. But we each have a seat in an orchestra that plays songs of human longing. Perhaps God is attempting to direct this “midnight choir,” filled with drunks and wayward souls, but a choir that now and again makes music that awes the angels into silence.
On this last Shabbat of the Jewish year, I look forward to a year in which we can see souls and hear melodies. The Chasidic tradition sees Rosh Hashanah as the
“fountain of transformation.” As we are renewed by that fountain, may the song that silences the angels flow through us.
Shabbat Shalom.

 

Did you enjoy this article?
You'll love our roundtable.

Editor's Picks

Latest Articles

Print Issue: Higher Ed Anxiety | Nov 29, 2024

Which colleges should you apply to? Which ones are the most welcoming to Jewish students? And how much should that even matter? A post Oct. 7 guide for anxious parents and students.

More news and opinions than at a
Shabbat dinner, right in your inbox.

More news and opinions than at a Shabbat dinner, right in your inbox.

More news and opinions than at a Shabbat dinner, right in your inbox.