Friday, March 8, 2013

A Sacred Common Ground--Vayakhel


A Sacred Common Ground
D’var Torah for Parashat Vayakhel
By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman


One of the most influential books I read in high school was Lord of the Flies by William Golding.  The finely honed characters and well crafted story line totally captivated me.  It was with great excitement that I went to see the movie version (the first one, in black and white), which I found no less stimulating than the book.  (I now show the movie to our temple’s 9th grade class, and the discussions that follow it are always spirited.)

Of course, it isn’t only the story or characters that make this book so memorable.  Granted, Ralph, Simon, Jack and Piggy are unforgettable.  But what really elicits discussion is Golding’s philosophy, which holds that people are inherently evil, or at least malicious.  Piggy’s argument for a civilized society is ultimately rejected as chaos breaks out.

Jewish philosophy isn’t as pessimistic as Golding’s.  Yes, there is an evil urge (yetzer hara) in every human being, but there also is an equal measure of the good urge (yetzer ha-tov).  Each of us has the option of exercising the one or the other, and the outcome of our choice is what ultimately determines whether we are “good” or “bad” people. 

Society is regulated by the same rules as individuals, though as members of a larger group individuals are easily influenced by others.  Group mentality seems to dictate or at least direct our choices, and as we give in to fashions or trends, we become something less than unique individuals.  Proof in point is mass hysteria, or those terrifying grainy films showing the thousands and thousands of Germans at Nazi rallies cheering and raising their arm in the Nazi salute in unison.

As unique individuals yet also the social animals that we are, most of us strive to achieve a delicate balance between being true to ourselves and acting as part of a larger whole.  But how do we best achieve this balance?  How do we create a society that works together, that identifies itself as one nation or culture, yet which also manages to retain each member’s individuality and uniqueness?

That is Moses’ task in the book of Exodus, the second book of the Torah. As the Israelites leave Egypt, they are described as erev rav, “a mixed multitude.” Later, in the book of Numbers, they are described as asafsuf, a wonderful Hebrew word meaning “rabble,” “mob” or “crowd.”  Unruly, unmanageable, when they leave Egypt the Israelites are disorganized; they are more like escaped prisoners than an orderly and organized camp.

As Exodus comes to its close, however, (this week’s reading, Vayak’hel-P’kudei, is a double portion consisting of the last six chapters), the process of the Israelites’ change from rabble to people reaches its conclusion too.

As Moses convenes the entire congregation of the People of Israel—va-yak-hel Moshe et kol ‘adat b’nai Yisrael—he gives them one last and great gift.  One could say that the Israelites received many gifts as they left Egypt.  First there was all the gold and silver given them by their one-time masters, the Egyptians.  Then came the Ten Commandments, followed by innumerable further laws and commandments.  But none of these was as great as this one.  Yes, gold and silver enable us to live with greater comfort and (at times) fewer worries; but ultimately they weigh us down.  And Commandments, no matter how holy or good, are still orders.  Do this, observe that, don’t do the other.  That hardly qualifies as freedom, as any kid will attest.

So what is it that Moses gives the Israelites at this point?  He gives them meaning and purpose. 

At the command of God, Moses has the Israelites build a temple.  But even as they fashion a glorious dwelling place for God in their midst, one made of the richest and most opulent physical materials, they also create a holy spiritual space in their hearts and souls. 

Over and over, the instructions—given by God, transmitted by Moses—instruct the people to bring what they can.  Those that have gold bring that; those that have goats or sheep bring the wool for the weaving of thread; those who can weave, sew or embroider bring these special talents.  Key, however, is not only the material goods that the people offer to the common task.  It is their free will.

There are several ways to unite a group of individuals.  The scariest of these is through brain-washing.  Through constant repetition, thoughtless and automatic, individuals turn into cogs in a machine.  Losing their souls, they become no more than automatons, robots in the service of some ultimate master.

At no point does our God require the Israelites to give anything up—least of all any part of their humanity.  To the contrary, Moses defines humanity as our ability to transcend the animal in us, to reach for a higher standard of goodness, and he makes that our most treasured possession.  Helping those who need our help, assisting the weak and needy, raising the fallen, loving the unloved—that is Moses’s definition of holiness.  This tent that the people erect in their midst, no matter how magnificent and lavish, is merely symbolic of the highest and most magnificent sanctuary that each of us contains within ourselves.

It is this understanding of the divine presence within us that is Moses’s final gift, the one that unites Israel in time and space.  It is this which elevates us, which completes our makeover from slaves to free human beings.  True, each of us is only part of a larger whole.  Yet, blessed with unique ability, talent and gift, each one of us is also a meeting place, a Tabernacle where God and “I” meet, a sacred common ground where all creation intersects and becomes One.

Yes, we have the ability to choose to profane that which is sacred within us, to void it of beauty, meaning and sanctity.  We can even go further and choose to act upon our yetzer hara, our evil inclination.  But when we do that, we debase our humanity, our glory.

Yes, William Golding was right.  The beast truly is within us.  Yet it is also in our power to choose to be human, which is to say, divine.  Ultimately the choice is ours.



©2013 by Boaz D. Heilman


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