Shabbat Matot-Masei
After the destruction
Rabbi Neil A. Tow©
2012/5772
A storm of violence and destruction has plagued our world
this past week. Perhaps the amount of
violence is no greater than any other week when things happen around the world
outside the eye of cameras and reporters.
On July 14, a driver killed Paramus college student Gabrielle Reuveni while
she was jogging in Pennsylvania during a family vacation. On the 18th anniversary of the
bombing of a Jewish center in Buenos Aires, a homicide bomber detonated on a
tourist bus in the Bulgarian city of Burgas on the Black Sea, killing 5 and
wounding many more. And last night a
shooter opened fire in a movie theater in Aurora Colorado near Denver in an
attack that reminds us of the fearful Columbine school attack that took place
some 30 miles south and west in another Denver suburb in April of 1999. The violence continues in Syria.
Waking up from these disasters we find ourselves now in the
nine days before Tisha Be’Av, the ninth of Av, the summer season of mourning
the way the Babylonians and the Romans destroyed our Holy Temples in Jerusalem,
the way that we were expelled from England in 1290 and Spain in 1492, the mass
deportation from the Warsaw Ghetto and more.
We are already in mourning, already in the darkest season of Jewish
time, and still we are not prepared for terrible events that impact both our
lantsmen and many, many more.
My reaction to all this is stunned silence, the same stunned
silence that is the reaction of Aaron when his sons Nadav and Avihu are
consumed by fire in front of the altar, the same silence that must consume
Moses when God condemns him to die so close to the borders of the land where he
has led the people since their liberation, the same silence that must fill the
people as Moses will soon open his parting words to the people in what the
great Rashi interprets as a rebuke for all their trespasses along the 40 year
route from slavery to the eastern banks of the Jordan.
And I turn to my community as well, to our kehilla, our holy
pastiche of people that represents a small but faithful figurative
reconstruction of the Temple in Jerusalem.
Surrounded by our fellow community members we can join as one in the
activity known as the ‘trust fall’, not literally, again in a figurative
way. I fall into, or lean on, my
community when passing through a period of time like today where I feel I am
stepping over so much rubble, where my soul feels bruised for all the gunshots,
for the blast of the bomb, for the faces of parents filled with screams, tears,
and shock.
As we enter this second day of the month of Av, we recall
the teaching of the Rabbis that when Av begins, we minimize our joys (as opposed
to when Adar, the month of Purim, enters we increase in joy.) We minimize joy – in a deliberate way we
identify with past, and present losses by assuming a state of mind that we
otherwise might wish to avoid. And here,
among the ashes, among the rubble, among the wounded, we lead each other gently
through the tortuous and frightening path, holding hands, lifting each other up
over the sharp edges of stones and broken glass, determined not to take
anything for granted, neither the helping hand, the presence of loved ones and
friends, nor the very breath that keeps us alive whether in our waking hours or
through the nights of, hopefully, restorative sleep when we place our sleeping selves
in God’s hand.