Simchat Torah: A History in Four Acts
How, in an unfolding age of continuing pandemic, are we supposed to rise out of our chairs and dance?
How, in an unfolding age of continuing pandemic, are we supposed to rise out of our chairs and dance?
If the ultimate ideal in life is to create a better world and become better people, shouldn’t we work on preventing sinful and hurtful behavior throughout the year, even if we know we can count on that annual day of forgiveness?
A simchah is a Bar/Bat Mitzvah, a wedding, or even a circumcision. These are celebratory life cycle moments in people’s lives. But a celebration of our precious scroll and all that it contains, that is truly experienced only by a small percent of the Jewish community.
Last week, I was deeply moved by news of the wedding of a young woman named Tamar Fogel in Israel.
There is one structure that resides inside every Sukkah and transcends even the holiday of Sukkot. It’s a structure that sustains, in fact, all Jewish holidays, not to mention the Jewish tradition and the Jewish future.
Under a rising half-moon, 120 souls sat on tapestries laid out for them in between headstones, the marble stones and the names etched into them a visible reminder of where all of this ostensibly leads.
This time of year, I long for the temporary and deconstruct-able. I long for the space to doubt so that I have the space to appreciate the unknown and improvisational.
For a year-and-a-half, I’ve been privy to the pains of some friends as they’ve struggled with being married and raising children in a pandemic that, let’s face it, has the potential to bring out the worst in others.
This year, Yom Kippur, an ancient technology that leads us through an annual near-death experience, must be renewed.