Friday, December 20, 2024

Vayeshev. 24: Joseph and his Brothers, Part One: A Fall from Glory

Joseph and his Brothers, Part One: A Fall from Glory

D’var Torah on Parashat Vayeshev

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

December 20, 2024


Few of the Torah’s stories are as moving and rich in structure and detail as the one of Joseph and his brothers. Consisting of almost a third of the entire book of Genesis, this magnificent story contains several motifs that help weave its many parts together: clothing, seeing, remembering (and forgetting), and recognition are but some of these. Yet along with all these elements, this famous story is also key to understanding the development and philosophy of Judaism. 

While the larger conflict in the story is between Joseph and Judah, they each need to learn some important lessons about themselves. Each will go through painful ordeals that will help them grow personally, even as they come to understand the role they are destined to play in the larger drama and history of our People. 

The title of this week's Torah portion (Vayeshev—"Jacob settled," Genesis 37:1—40:23) is vastly misleading. Despite the fact that his brother Esau returns to Edom without making any further claim on Jacob’s share of the Promised Land, and despite the fact that Jacob is finally back in his father’s land and perhaps initially even feeling “at home”, Jacob's new home-life is anything but settled. Not uncharacteristically, Jacob manages to ratchet up the tension that so far has been smoldering just below the surface within his own family. The storyline is familiar: Jacob loves Joseph more than his other sons and is not afraid (or perhaps is naïve enough) to put his preference out on full display. He presents Joseph with a multi-colored (or striped—there are various interpretations of the Hebrew word) tunic that represents both favoritism and power. Joseph meanwhile has his own visions of power and glory. He has dreams—first the one set in a field, in which his brothers' sheaves of wheat bow down to his; and then another, now set in the heavens, in which the sun, moon and eleven stars bow down to him personally. At this point, the jealousy that Joseph's brothers have been harboring from day one turns murderous. One day, as they herd their sheep at some distance from home, Jacob sends Joseph (again—brazenly or naively) to inquire after their welfare. Seeing him from afar, and undoubtedly recognizing his multi-colored coat, the brothers plot to kill Joseph. They seize the boy and are about to dispatch him but are dissuaded first by Reuben, who intends to return him to Jacob unharmed, and then by Judah—who views the possibility of selling Joseph into slavery as more advantageous ("He is [after all,] our brother and our flesh” (Gen. 37:27)). The brothers take his advice, and Joseph is sold to a caravan of spice and slave traders making their way down to Egypt. 

At this point the Torah turns its full attention to Judah. This part isn't always told in the more popular retellings of the story, but is essential to understanding Judah and the personal  transformation he will need to undertake--from a despicable villain to the person destined to become the leader of his people, indeed the Father of Judah-ism. This transformation will be brought about through the agency of Tamar, Judah's daughter-in-law. After the death of Tamar's husband—Judah's first born, Er—Judah gives her to his second son, Onan. In doing so, Judah is following the custom of levirate marriage—meant to provide livelihood and legal protection to a widow. Onan however refuses to fulfill his duty and is smitten by God. Judah has one remaining son, but he is now afraid for the boy's life and sends Tamar back to her own family, promising to take her back when the boy is fully grown. However, Judah soon forgets his promise.

Some time later, Tamar learns that her father-in-law is in the vicinity. Dressing as a harlot and positioning herself at a major crossroads, she manages to seduce Judah--who (what a louse he proves to be!) is unable to pay her right away. Tamar instead asks for his staff and signet ring (OK—so he's more than a louse, he's also very stupid; the staff and signet ring are symbols of his identity and authority). Three months later, Judah hears that Tamar is pregnant. He orders that she be burnt at the stake for her infidelity. However, at the last moment Tamar produces the evidence and announces that the father is the none else but the owner of the staff and ring. Judah is publicly humiliated, but for once in his life makes the right—and ethical—choice: he admits his wrongs. “She has been more righteous than I," he proclaims (Gen. 38:26). He still has a long way to go, but this admission of guilt is the first step towards Judah's redemption. 

Turning back to Joseph, we now learn that he's been sold to a wealthy Egyptian—Potiphar—who gives Joseph the run of the house. Potiphar's wife is smitten by Joseph's good looks and attempts to seduce him. Joseph however manages to repel her, but at one point flees in a panic, leaving his tunic in her hand. Raising a hue and a cry, Potiphar’s wife accuses Joseph of attempting to rape her. Enraged, Potiphar has Joseph thrown in prison. But even there Joseph proves successful in everything he does—and keeps up his reputation as diviner of dreams.

However, the portion ends with Joseph still languishing in the dungeon, forgotten and with little hope for redemption and freedom.

To be continued.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman


Friday, December 13, 2024

Jacob's Trail of Tears: Vayishlach.24

Jacob's Trail of Tears: Vayishlach

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

December 13, 2024


This week's Torah portion, Va-yishlach ("He sent messengers," Genesis 32:4--36:43), continues the tragic saga of Jacob, the third patriarch of the Jewish People. No longer pursued by Laban, his treacherous father-in-law, Jacob still has to face his first pursuer—his own twin brother, Esau. Jacob has left aspects of his past behind him several times. First, when he left his home (Genesis 28:10) to escape Esau's rage. A second time is his escape from Laban's house, where he had spent 20 years laboring for love and fortune. Now, however, as Jacob makes his way back to his homeland, he realizes that the past has no time limit. Esau is coming towards him along with 400 armed men. Jacob does all he can to protect himself and his family. He sends ahead messengers (mal’achim, the same word as “angels”) bearing lavish gifts along with the promise that more would be forthcoming. Then he divides his family and possessions into two camps, hoping that even if one is destroyed the other would still be safe. (Rachel and Joseph are in the latter camp of course, a gesture that no one in Jacob's family fails to notice and which will cause even more jealousy than already existed among them). Sending both camps ahead, Jacob remains alone on a mountaintop. 

There follows a mysterious encounter that turns into a wrestling match. The Torah first describes the confrontation as between Jacob and "a man," but then lets Jacob—and us—understand that this was a "divine being." Wrestling until the dawn breaks, Jacob is hurt, but not defeated. In return for releasing the angel, Jacob demands a blessing, which he receives along with a name change. Jacob now becomes Yisrael, meaning, "You have struggled with God and with men, and have prevailed" (Gen. 32:28 NKJV--it is verse 29 in the Hebrew version).  

Limping forward but heartened by the blessing, Jacob discovers within himself the courage to face Esau. Spoiler alert: The meeting between the two brothers goes well; Esau is appeased by Jacob's gifts and language--even if there was no actual apology in anything Jacob said. These are all the result of God's blessings, Jacob declares. Nothing has come to him from the (stolen) birthright blessings he had received from Isaac. Jacob's cleverness works once again, and Esau departs, letting Jacob proceed at his own pace to meet his own future. 

Sadly however, the future is anything but peaceful. Dina, the daughter born to Jacob and Leah, goes out "to see the daughters of the land" (Gen. 34:1). She is seized and raped by the prince of the city. Two of Jacob's sons, Shimon and Levi, are so enraged that they trick the men of the city into circumcising themselves. At night, as the men of Shechem are lying in agony, the two brothers fall upon them, slaughter all the men and seize their possessions. 

The tragedies continue: Deborah, Rebecca's nursemaid (who evidently joins Jacob's tribe, possibly to help with all the children), dies. Soon afterwards, in giving birth to Benjamin, the beloved Rachel dies too, and is buried along the way to Bethlehem. Step by tragic step, Jacob continues on his path home. When he finally gets there, he realizes that Rebecca, his mother, had died during the years he was away. He does manage to see his father, Isaac, but the Torah says nothing about this meeting, leaving it all up to our imagination.

On a somewhat hopeful note, when Isaac dies his two sons--Jacob AND Esau--come together to bury him. Peace, the Torah implies, even among sworn enemies, is possible when we recognize a mutual legacy. Fraught with errors and mistakes, our collective past is still what we have in common. Shalom--peace--is only possible when we join together broken pieces, fixing and making whole again that which was broken in the past.

It's a lesson that will be reinforced through the next story in the book of Genesis: the story of Joseph and his brothers.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman


Friday, December 6, 2024

Discovering Faith on the Path of Life: Va-Yeitzei.24

Discovering Faith on the Path of Life: Va-Yeitzei

D’var Torah by Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

December 5, 2024


My friend Reuven, a scholar, teacher and blogger whose wisdom and friendship have long enriched my life, likes to call the first book of the Torah, Genesis, "the book of beginnings." And of course he is right. Genesis is about the beginning of creation and civilization as we know them, as well as the beginning of the Jewish People and the Jewish way of life. With Abraham and Sarah, then Isaac and Rebecca, the book lays the foundation for Jewish belief. Now, as the story of Jacob and his wives Rachel and Leah begins, we learn of the origins of the Jewish People. 

All beginnings are chaotic. We start with raw material and then, hopefully, find inspiration, goal and direction. So it is also with Jacob, our third Patriarch. Va-Yeitzei, this week's Torah portion, Genesis 28:10—32:3, literally means “he set out,” and as the story begins, Jacob leaves his father's and mother's home, fleeing the murderous rage of his twin brother Esau. Young and naïve, not skilled with the hunter’s spear as his brother Esau, Jacob is filled with fear and dread. Even though God appears to him in a dream (the famous "Jacob's ladder" scene, Gen. 28:12-16) and promises protection along all his journeys, Jacob's faith is riddled with misgivings. When he arrives at his uncle Laban's house, his journey's goal, he is at first greeted with joy (and Rachel's love), but the joy proves fleeting. Cheating and conniving seem to run rampant in this family. Laban cheats Jacob several times over, and Jacob reciprocates by using magic to increase his wealth. At least that's what he thinks he is doing, though his later explanation of what exactly happened (Gen. 31:8-10) leaves us mystified--does he really believe his own story, or is he beginning to perceive God's hand in his success? Rachel--the beloved wife--and Leah, her unloved sister, compete for Jacob's love, and between them and their handmaidens give birth to eleven of the 12 sons who will become "B'nai Yisrael," the Children of Israel, aka the Jewish People. (There is also one daughter, Dina, whose tragic story and fate are part of next week’s portion). Meanwhile, with all the chaos, cheating and dishonesty in Laban’s household coming to a head, God appears to Jacob once again and commands him to return home. While keeping his father-in-law in the dark about his plans, Jacob gathers his family and all his accumulated wealth and possessions and--yet again--is forced to flee what has been his home for 20 years. Laban and his jealous, hate-filled sons (where have we heard this before??) give chase to the fugitives, but God warns them against causing any harm to Jacob or his family. As the portion ends, Jacob sees angels once again, reinforcing his growing understanding that God is not just some local deity, in conformity with other religious beliefs of the time and place, but rather is the One God whose sovereignty extends over all creation, the God of Israel.

Jacob is quite possibly the most "human" of the three Patriarchs, the one we can most relate to. Our journey in life, like Jacob's, is often dictated by forces outside our control, and we react as best as we can, using whatever talents and gifts we may possess. Our faith competes with reality until—sometimes sooner, sometimes later in life—we somehow find our way back to the beliefs of our ancestors and reclaim our roots. Like Jacob, perceiving the guiding hand of God in our life’s journey is a gradual process. It does not prevent or excuse us from making mistakes. These have to be corrected along the way, as we slowly come to see the story of our life unfold and reach its inevitable conclusion. Finding our way home is challenging, but it is not without rewards and blessings, if we but open our eyes and see God's angels accompanying us all along the way. 

May our path be less torturous and tragic than Jacob's.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman



Friday, November 29, 2024

Rebecca's Role: Toldot.24

Rebecca's Role

D’var Torah on Parashat Toldot

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

November 29, 2024


This week's Torah portion, Toldot, Genesis 25:19--28:9, continues the saga of the First Family of the Jewish People. With Abraham and Sarah gone, it's Isaac and Rebecca who now will determine the future both of the Jewish people and of Jewish belief. Rebecca gives birth to twins--Esau and Jacob--whose struggles for control start even before they are born and continue even to this day. Recognizing that Jacob--the younger of the two--is the one who must carry on the family's traditions, Rebecca tricks Isaac into giving Jacob the Covenantal blessing, arousing Esau's rage and eternal hatred. As the portion ends, Jacob is forced to leave his home in search of his own future--and God's role in it.

The idea that our lives are--at least to some extent--controlled by God (or the gods) is at the basis of every religion. Human beings have always done their best to curry favor with the gods and at the same time to ward off their wiles and excesses, whether through prayer or sacrifice. Though in the long history of religions, Judaism is still relatively young ("only" 3,600 years old), its revolutionary ideas have never ceased to amaze people, or to arouse their curiosity or rage. We already find the first of these in the stories of the Patriarch Abraham, the first ancestor of the Jewish People. Abraham comes to understand that prayer and sacrifice are not enough; sometimes we must take matters into our own hands. Sarah--the first matriarch of our people--will offer yet another example of this innovative idea, as she first urges Abraham to father a child through her slave, Hagar, then, after the birth of Isaac, demands that he send both Hagar and the child (Ishmael) away. Ferociously protective of Isaac, Sarah will not put up with any competition from anywhere or anyone. Despite Abraham's objections, God approves of Sarah's demands, enabling Isaac to be the sole bearer of the blessings of the Covenant with God. Still, as he grows older, Isaac remains a somewhat passive actor in the Biblical stories. It will be Rebecca, the wife chosen for him, who will take the next steps in ensuring the continuity of the First Family of Judaism. First, troubled by a difficult pregnancy, Rebecca "goes to inquire of God" (and is thus credited by the Rabbis as the first Jew to understand the real power of prayer, not only to ask for something but to also seek answers and understanding). As the story unfolds, Rebecca goes further than Abraham and Sarah: she not only takes matters into her own hands; she actually manipulates and tricks both Isaac, her husband, and Jacob, her favorite son, into carrying out what she believes is God's intent. Possibly aware of Rebecca's intentions and actions (the text is intentionally ambiguous), Isaac nonetheless passes the Covenant blessings to Jacob rather than Esau. 

From the start, we recognize in Rebecca a precocious child, one to be reckoned with. She is not only beautiful but also physically strong and of high principles. She is anything but passive. At this point in the story, she outdoes even herself. While setting up a struggle that will last forever, Rebecca also ensures that Jacob will receive God’s blessing and carry forward the future of the Jewish People. Not without her faults (who is?), Rebecca thus earns her place as the second Matriarch of the Jewish People.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman 


 

Friday, November 22, 2024

To Carry on the Legacy: Chayei Sarah.24


To Carry on the Legacy

D’var Torah on Parashat Chayei Sarah

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

November 22, 2024


(In recognition of the 62nd anniversary of my bar mitzvah and the 61st anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy)


61 years ago, on November 22 1963, the 35 President of the United States, John F. Kennedy, was assassinated. For some of us, it’s more than history: We remember precisely where we were when we heard it. Whether it was his youthful good looks and charm, his humor, or his idealism—JFK proved an inspiration to most of us. I remember how—on a Sabbath morning in 1962, as my family and I were walking to temple to celebrate a family friend’s bar mitzvah—the President’s motorcade passed us on one of the thoroughfares that ran through our neighborhood in Los Angeles. We saw him clearly, and he saw us and waved, a gesture that remains embedded in my memory.

President Kennedy served barely over 1000 days. Yet his legacy is profound and lasting. Granted, history hasn’t always been kind to him. The Bay of Pigs invasion, an attempt to remove Fidel Castro and the Communist Party from power in Cuba, was badly botched, and to this day remains a black stain on US foreign policy. His extra-marital affairs are still fodder for tabloids and media pundits. 

Yet there was something there that, at least at the time, moved and enthralled us. The young family that played on the White House Lawn; the beautiful wife who led tours of the White House and invited leading musicians to play concerts there; and of course his famous call as part of his Inaugural Address, “Ask not what your country can do for you–ask what you can do for your country.” These weren’t empty words. Two months into his Presidency, President Kennedy established the Peace Corps. Since its inception, more than 240,000 Americans have joined the Peace Corps and served in 142 countries. 

John F. Kennedy was groomed for power from his earliest days. He came from a rich and powerful family. He could have merely used his office to enrich himself further. Yet he didn’t. He took his position seriously and believed he could make a difference in the world. Kennedy’s biography, published by the White House Historical Association, reads in part, “His administration… saw the beginning of new hope for both the equal rights of Americans and the peace of the world.”  

Today these words may elicit ironic chuckles from some of us, more jaded than others. Yet one cannot doubt their truth. Kennedy made us believe that we could make the world better, starting with our own country.

We know that goals aren’t reached overnight, especially when there are hurdles in the way. And sometimes we experience setbacks that may be gloomy and discouraging. We certainly seem to be going through one of these periods today.

Yet, to remember is to hold a candle to something that once was, and which can be again.

It is said that President Kennedy’s favorite musical was Camelot, based on the wonderful retelling of the King Arthur legends by T. H. White, The Once and Future King. People—simple people as well as presidents and kings—live and die. But ideals never die. King Arthur, according to legend, is destined to come back, along with his vision of a world—round like his Round Table—with no borders, no frontiers and no wars. It sounds impossible, but it is a vision worth living—and sometimes fighting—for. We must never give up the hope or stop working towards the ideals expressed by the world’s greatest teachers and leaders. 

This week’s Torah portion is Chayei Sarah (“The Life of Sarah,” Genesis 23:1-25:18). The storyline of the portion, however, has very little to do with her life; it begins with her death. Realizing that this follows immediately in the footsteps of the Akeda—the story of the near sacrifice of Isaac by his father, Abraham—the Rabbis of the first century felt the need to fill in the gap in the story. The midrash tells that at the time that Abraham was lifting his knife to slay Isaac, Satan appeared to Sarah (who had stayed back home) and told her of her beloved’s son’s fate. He of course left out the part where Abraham’s hand is stayed by the hand of God. Sarah, perhaps in horror, perhaps in grief, perhaps in rage, utters a cry and dies, never knowing what happens next. It’s a tragic ending—she will never see Isaac again, and Isaac has lost both his mother and his previously innocent faith. But Chayei Sarah isn’t about her. It’s about Sarah’s legacy. It’s about her fierce love for her son and family, and about her selfless pursuit of justice and righteousness—from God as well as people. The moral of the rabbinic midrash is that we must not give in to the same kind of fury and hopelessness that Sarah did. We must not let despair overcome our hopes. If we, the Jewish People, did that, we wouldn’t exist at this point. But instead, we light more candles, we read more books, we increase knowledge, and we never let hope die. 

At the end of this Torah portion, Isaac marries Rebecca, who picks up where Sarah left off. Rebecca works hard and tirelessly to ensure that Sarah’s legacy will continue into the future. Her determination to see things turn out right, as they are meant to, is the answer to Sarah’s grief. We can do no less.

May this be the lesson we carry forward with us at this time, remembering those who inspired us in the past and those who carry the message forward today. May we be counted among them.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman


Friday, November 8, 2024

Abraham’s Faith: Lekh-Lekha.24

Abraham’s Faith

D’var Torah on Parashat Lekh Lekha

November 8, 2024

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman


Nearly three decades ago I fulfilled the requirement of delivering a “senior sermon” to the faculty and my fellow students at Hebrew Union College in New York City, where I received my rabbinic ordination the following year. The topic I was assigned was this week’s Torah portion, Lekh-Lekha (“Go forth,” Genesis 12:1—17:27). Preparing this sermon led me to question—and later, better to understand—Abraham’s faith. 

The title of this portion is part of God’s call to Abraham to leave his homeland and go forth to a land which “I [God] will show you.” These words mark the beginning not only of Abram’s travels (the “H” in his name will be added later in the portion), but also the beginning of the journey of the entire Jewish People through history. 

The motivating factor in both is Faith. But Abraham’s faith, unlike ours, his descendants and followers, was complete and unwavering. He is eager to follow God’s commands to the letter, with no delay. Even when told to offer his only beloved son, Isaac, as sacrifice to God, “Abraham rose early in the morning” (Gen. 22:3), not wanting to lose a moment in fulfilling God’s command. He does hesitate briefly however, when, due to a famine in Canaan, he is forced to go to Egypt, where food was plentiful, but which was also a place known for rampant immorality and abuse. “Tell them you are my sister,” Abraham asks Sarah, his wife, “so that I may live because of you. If the Egyptians see you, and think, ‘She is his wife,’ they will kill me and let you live. Please say that you are my sister, that it may go well with me because of you, and that I may remain alive thanks to you” (Gen. 12:12-13).

Naturally, as soon as Pharaoh sees Sarah he is smitten by her beauty and takes her to his palace, intending to make her his wife. Abraham must have had a premonition that this is exactly what would happen, and yet he went along with it. Pragmatic optimism, perhaps. 

But faith? Faith that somehow God would save Sarah? In Abraham’s case, the answer, of course, would have to be yes.

This was the extent Abraham’s faith. The same faith that led him to be willing to entrust his son Isaac to God’s will.

And yet, when Abraham’s nephew, Lot, was taken captive along with the entire population of Sodom, Abraham musters all his allies to chase the attackers who had captured them. Where was Abraham’s faith then, I asked in my sermon. Why did he not trust God to redeem Lot and the other captives? Why did he feel compelled to give pursuit and free them himself?

One answer could be that the Torah is teaching a moral lesson here: Freeing the captive is a time-bound mitzvah (a sacred commandment that must be fulfilled within a specific time frame). In the captives’ lives, time was of the essence. People were in imminent danger. Lives were at stake. It is as though God was telling Abraham (see also Mekhilta on Ex. 14:15), “This is not a time to pray. Now go forth and do what you must do!” 

Yet something continued to trouble me. At what point are we called upon to rely on our faith in God, and when does life compel us to rely instead on ourselves?

Why were Lot’s life and safety so much more pressing than Sarah’s and Isaac’s that Abraham was driven to action instead of prayer?

Perhaps Abraham, man of faith, also knew something about corruption and evil. Humanity was endowed with free choice to do both right and wrong, to do evil as well as to pursue justice. With some, however, evil becomes their pursuit, and they let nothing stand in their way. The Pharaoh in Abraham’s story was not the same Pharaoh as in Moses’s time. The latter “hardens his heart;” the former shows greater flexibility. He is not beyond redemption. He can still do the right thing, as long as he knows what that is. Abraham was taking a reasonable chance.

Moreover, the Zohar—the Book of Splendor, the ultimate text of Jewish mysticism—extols Sarah’s righteousness and its effect on Pharaoh: “Come and behold, the Shechinah [God’s Presence on earth] did not leave Sarah at all during that night. When Pharaoh approached her, an angel came and hit him. And whenever Sarah said, ‘Hit,’ he hit” (Zohar, Lech Lecha 13).

Abraham, praying throughout the night, knew how strong Sarah’s faith was, and he put his trust in that.

Similarly, Abraham must have been certain of Isaac’s faith. The short conversation between father and son (Gen. 22:7-8) as they walk together shows complete innocence, faith and trust. Abraham knew how strong the bond was between God and Isaac. He trusted his son’s faith enough to believe that it would match God’s faith. And so he didn’t argue, never said a word in reproach of a God who had promised that it would be through Isaac that the Covenant would be maintained (Gen. 17:21).

But Lot was another matter. Though raised in Abraham’s care, later on Lot preferred to live among the citizens of Sodom. Despite holding on to some of the values and traditions he picked up as a child, Lot’s faith in God was not whole, and Abraham was well aware of that. It would require more than prayer to save Lot.

From the first day that God commands Abraham to leave his homeland (and according to the Midrash, even earlier), Abraham’s faith is tested and proven. But then, so is God’s. The lesson we need to take from this portion is not only that Abraham had complete faith in God. We already knew that. What we learn in addition is about God’s faith in us. Faith is a two-way street, or if you will, a stream of energy and strength that we can depend on and become part of. 

Faith isn’t the same as certainty, but it does give us strength to overcome obstacles. Our faith may not be the same as Abraham’s; each of us creates a unique bond with our Creator, some stronger than others. We all hope however that God will hear our prayers and answer them. But sometimes, faith requires action as much—or even more than—merely faith.

It's up to each of us to determine how to move forward, how to proceed on our journey towards a better day and a promised land. One thing is certain though: What’s required is both faith and action, each in the right amount, each at the right place and time.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman

 

Friday, November 1, 2024

Between Too Much and Not Enough: Noah.24

 Between Too Much and Not Enough

D’var Torah on Parashat Noach

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman


Several years ago, a message board in front of a neighborhood church declared, “You haven’t done enough.” The message was striking enough that it’s lasted with me all this time—perhaps ringing a somewhat familiar guilt bell within my soul. I’ve been known at times to push myself—and others—to do more than originally expected. At the very least, the sign raised a couple of good questions: Does anyone ever do “enough?” And when is “good enough” good enough? 

I guess the answer depends on the context. We probably all believe we do more than enough at work, and maybe not so much at home. My guess, however—since the sign was posted in front of a house of worship— is that in this framework the meaning was in terms of good deeds. That which in Judaism we call mitzvot, or tikkun olam, the repair of the brokenness we see in the world. 

The world in which this week’s Torah portion, Noach (Genesis 6:9—11:32) is set, is filled with evil. The earth itself is said to have become corrupt, defiled by violence and bloodshed. A common belief held by many in those days was that a curse had been placed on all life, but that at some point, a person of great spiritual power, a messiah of sorts, would appear and reverse the curse. 

Noach was expected to be such a person. 

But there was another one before him. The seventh generation after Adam: Enoch.

The similarity between them begins with their names; then, they are both said to have “walked with God.” And finally, both failed in their expected mission. 

The Torah doesn’t tell us much about Enoch. Everything it has to say about him is contained in a total of four verses in Genesis chapter 5. The rest of his deeds are told in fanciful tales that never made it into the Bible but are found in other texts, most famously in The Book of Enoch. The only clues regarding Enoch’s life that appear in Genesis are: 1) that he was the seventh generation after Adam (the number 7 being symbolic of the presence of God’s holiness). Then, 2), in 5:24-25, we read: “All the days of Enoch came to 365 years. Enoch walked with God; then he was no more, for God took him.” The perfect number of his years on Earth—equal to the number of days in a year—is significant: Enoch evidently had reached some sort of state of perfection. And then finally comes 3), the clincher: Enoch doesn’t die a natural death—or, for that matter, any death at all. He is “taken by God.” Any further mention of his life or deeds is stricken from the Torah.

What did Enoch do to deserve this fate? Only one other human being in the Bible is described similarly—the prophet Elijah, whose fanatic zealotry is recognized by God, and who is consequently whisked up to heaven in a chariot of fire, never to suffer physical death but instead become transformed into a spiritual bearer of hope and good tidings. But unlike Enoch, the deeds of Elijah fill four entire chapters in the Bible. Elijah—Eliyahu Ha-Navi— struggles against the Israelite King Ahab and his wicked Phoenician wife Jezebel, who had forcefully imposed the worship of the bloodthirsty god Ba’al, whose rituals included child sacrifice. Through various miracles and wonders, Elijah succeeds in establishing instead the worship of Ha-Shem—the Jewish God—among the tribes of Northern Israel. But Enoch? His entire story takes the space of four verses. Not much to see here, folks; not much to tell. To be sure, stories about Enoch were popular and circulated widely in second-and-third-century Israel, mostly relating his struggles with angels, giants and other fantastical creatures. His feats have become part of the mystic tradition, some even appearing in the Zohar, the Book of Splendor. So why does the Torah suppress these? The answer may lie in the traditional focus of Judaism on a person’s deeds on earth, on what they do for other people, not so much what he or she does for God and heaven alone. They can’t only “walk with God.” Enoch was completely and exclusively concerned with spiritual, not human, matters. Unwilling or unable to fulfill his messianic expectations, Enoch had perfected and even transcended his humanity to become part of the Divine Circle. 

Perfection is a realm that lies beyond ordinary human experience. 

Noach—the tenth generation from the creation of Adam (another symbolic number)—does show a little improvement in this respect. He at least saves the animals, keeping alive a remnant of God’s Creation. But as far as humanity goes, he too fails. No interaction is recorded between him and his neighbors, no effort to admonish or correct their ways. Noah doesn’t question God’s decision to destroy all life. Instead, he follows God’s directions to the letter: so many feet to his triple-decker, football-field-size ark. So many animals, both kosher and non-kosher, to bring aboard. And of course, in the process, to save himself and his family. And that’s it. Noah doesn’t go beyond these parameters. He shows no compassion. It’s a lesson that he will learn during the one year onboard his ark. But at this point in the story he doesn’t hesitate; he has no moral compunctions. He shows no signs of a conscience. 

If Enoch tried too hard to achieve perfection—and succeeded—Noach just didn’t go far enough. And so they both failed to meet humanity’s expectations and hopes.

Somewhere between these two options is where most of us find ourselves. There are those who feel compelled to sacrifice their all for the sake of others. But then there are also the grifters, the victimizers, those who only take, whose only concern is for what benefits them. Most of us, however, vacillate, sometimes leaning towards selfless altruism, at other times driven more by self-interest and selfishness. Sometimes we find ourselves torn. And then, like Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree, there are times when we feel that we’ve given so much of ourselves that we’re all “given out.” And so we withdraw, risking the danger of letting depression, anger or resentment control our lives.

The dilemma of how much we’re expected to do—too much or not enough—is up to each of us to resolve. The Torah allows us to search our conscience, to do what we can, but also to set boundaries. In accepting donations from the Israelites for the building of the Mishkan, the Tabernacle in the Wilderness, Moses is instructed by God to, “Accept gifts for Me from every person whose heart is so moved” (Ex. 25:2). The gift, and the amount, are both voluntary, both dictated by the heart.

The prophet Isaiah, on the other hand, warns us of the pitfalls of excessive faith. In chapter 58 of the book that bears his name, (the haftarah designated for Yom Kippur), Isaiah chastens the people for observing more scrupulously the rituals of fasting than the commandments—the moral and ethical obligations—to pursue justice and provide for the needy. Yet to this he also adds, “Nor [must you] ignore your own flesh and blood” (Is. 58:7). It isn’t only the needs of others that we need to concern ourselves with, but also with our own needs, as well those of our family and community. Faith only goes so far, he seems to say. Your deeds, the love and understanding you show other human beings matter at least as much. And not least, we all deserve—we all need—a little bit of what psychologists call “healthy selfishness.” (I am grateful to my father, z”l, for introducing me to this phrase years ago).

Finding the balance between giving all of ourselves and doing nothing isn’t always easy. Sometimes it’s a struggle. But how we respond is a measure of our humanity. We walk not with God, as did Enoch and Noach, but with people. But we do let God’s light—embedded within our heart and conscience—show us the way forward, towards giving, not withdrawing; towards heaven but without losing sight of earth.

That is our task and mission in life. May we be more successful at it than Enoch or Noach.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman


Sunday, October 13, 2024

Rebuilding the Ruins: Yom Kippur. 24

 Rebuilding the Ruins

Sermon for Yom Kippur 2024

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman


As has been my custom for many years, on Yom Kippur I always speak about Israel. Last year, I focused on the 50th anniversary of the 1973 Yom Kippur War. It was an important anniversary, and I wanted to mark it by looking not only at the remarkable victory that it was, but also at what led up to it. 

I find myself in a similar position today, as I think about the October 7 War, just one year after that awful, dark Shabbat, a day that will forever be etched in our memory.

A few days ago I happened to hear the beautiful Joni Mitchell song “Both Sides Now.” The words “Well, something’s lost but something’s gained in living every day” have always been meaningful to me and, through the years, never lost their relevance for me. But as I was hearing the song for the umpteenth time just the other day, I couldn’t help but think about the past year—how much was lost, and what was gained since October 7, 2023. Some things just can’t be measured and maybe that’s the way it should be. But I know that this year something deep and fundamental within me has felt broken, and though I’ve been trying to rebuild, I find myself a lot less confident than I was before. In this terrible and challenging year we’ve all learned some valuable lessons about the Jewish People, the State of Israel, and about antisemitism, the oldest hatred in human history, and it has shaken us to the core.

Though the October 7 War isn’t over yet, we can probably be pretty certain of at least three things: First: Israel will win this war. It will win because it has no choice. Secondly: If we were ever in doubt, this past year has given us plenty of proof that Israel is still surrounded by enemies sworn to destroy it, and unless something drastic happens, will remain so—at least for the foreseeable future. And third: That antisemitism, the world’s longest and most violent hatred, which for a while seemed to have gone underground, is back, more virulent and widespread than ever. It never left us, and apparently, never will.


It began in the predawn hours with a horrendous massacre, a sickening crime against humanity, and specifically the Jewish People, so horrible and evil that it’s still impossible to describe it in words. The sheer numbers of the men, women, infants and the elderly who were kidnapped, brutalized and killed in the most horrific ways, say much in themselves; but the personal stories of their lives, encompass whole worlds. And still it continues. Hundreds of rockets and missiles still rain on Israel every day while worldwide, the finger-pointing and blame directed at Israel also continue unabated, both on the street level and from international bodies and governments.

What are the repercussions of all this for us, American Jews?

On Yom Kippur we speak of engaging in cheshbon ha-nefesh, an accounting of the soul. We assess not our possessions and material worth, but our spiritual wellness. Traditionally, this day is about us and our relationship to God. God asks us to account for our lives, and we must answer. Today, however, on this particular Yom Kippur, we too have some penetrating questions to ask—not only of ourselves, but also of God, and Israel.

Israel has always claimed that its most important purpose is to defend the Jewish People. On October 7th 2023, Israel failed to do that. Only days before the onslaught of terror, on Yom Kippur exactly one year ago, I said from this bimah, “Despite the current infighting within Israel itself, Israel’s political and military leaders have learned to cooperate more fully among themselves… Israel will never again be caught unprepared.” Well, I was wrong. In the months before October 7, 2023, political strife and social discord in Israel were at fever pitch. Demonstrations for and against the government were taking place almost daily. In the K’nesset—Israel’s parliament— harsh rhetoric over proposed legal reforms threatened to bring the government down, and only some pretty devious political machinations saved it, with the appointment of several arrogant and self-serving politicians to powerful cabinet positions for which they were, in an understatement, unqualified. The social, cultural and economic fissures in Israel’s society seemed wider and deeper than ever, and more than once turned violent. Distracted by all that was happening, Israel paid no attention to the gathering storm. It’s no wonder that Israel’s enemies saw this as a sign of weakness, and took advantage of it. 

A year ago I failed to see the obvious, and so did Israel.

Despite the lessons learned from the Yom Kippur War, Israel found itself unprepared for the October 7 attack. To be sure, there were signs, gathered for weeks in advance, both through direct visual observation and data analysis. But they were ignored, or as the government claimed, “misinterpreted.” We will never understand why, for example, the authorities permitted a mass dance party to take place when—even given some reasonable doubt—we knew that terrorists were gathering by the thousands a mere three miles away. We will also probably never know why emergency calls weren’t answered, and why it took the IDF hours to arrive on the scene of the party and at the kibbutzim that were also ravaged that morning. 

Today we see the heroism of the IDF soldiers. We witness daily evidence of their astounding courage, motivation and self-sacrifice. We marvel at the exploits of the Mossad, Israel’s intelligence agency, when thousands of pagers explode simultaneously in the hands of terrorists, and when terrorist leaders are pinpointed with absolute precision for attack and elimination. With deep appreciation and gratitude we also know exactly to what extent Israel was given life-saving support by President Biden and the United States. That will never be forgotten. 

Still, when this war is finally over, when the horror ends and the grief turns to rage, there will be some serious cheshbon ha-nefesh, with Israel having to answer and account for its earlier failures. 


And the time will also come when we, American Jews, will have to ask ourselves some difficult questions. Jews have always been divided in our views about Israel. There was a time when Reform Judaism abrogated altogether the two-thousand-year-old Zionist principle of a return to Israel, and, in at least one infamous case, expelled from its ranks three rabbis who dared to express their opinion that Zionism was a valid form of Jewish self-expression. Today, we need to ask ourselves where we stand on this issue. 76 years after the historic establishment of the State of Israel, at a time when Israel’s very existence is questioned and attacked, what should our response be? Shall we hide? Pretend we aren’t affected? Or stand up for the only Jewish state in the world, for the only country that—as a nation—upholds the same ideals and principles that we do? 

When we hold up signs and banners that say “Never Again,” what exactly do we mean? Is it a theoretical postulate or a call to action? We Jews have always prided ourselves on our idealism, on our commitment to the highest values of humanitarianism. Yet when we see the tragedies unfolding daily in our own, historical, ancient homeland, do we turn a blind eye? Where do we stand when it comes to self-defense?

Ironically, the Oct. 7 War has failed to draw Israelis together. Strident rallies and demonstrations are still taking place; dividing lines are still clear and obvious. On the first anniversary of the war’s outbreak only a few days ago, there were actually TWO memorial services in Israel, one organized by the government, the other by its opponents. Still, maybe because we are such a small people; maybe because of our common history and fate; and maybe because we realize the seriousness of the existential threat that Israel is facing, Israelis today are more determined than ever. Along with the slogan Am Yisrael Chai, “the People of Israel lives,” the most common and frequently heard theme in Israel today is ביחד ננצח, “together we will win.” This call for unity is found in popular songs, in art, in memes and even on stickers you can order online.

Whether we, Diaspora Jews, uphold the same ideal, ביחד—together—alongside our brothers and sisters in Israel is a question that all of us need to ask ourselves today. When the war is over—and God willing, may that be soon! — will we be there for Israel, as Israel until now, has been there for us? Today Israel needs us more than ever. It needs us for moral support. It’s in desperate need of our loving embrace and understanding of what it has been going through every day for more than a year now. And even without considering the tragic loss in life; the broken lives, families and homes; the missing hostages; the empty seats around the holiday and Shabbat tables, when this war is over Israel will need our help to rebuild. Israel’s prosperous economy has taken a huge hit. Tourism, one of Israel’s chief industries, is basically non-existent at this point. With ordinary civilians mobilizing in huge numbers in response to the tzav sh’mone—the call to military duty—that they’ve received, factories, restaurants and stores have had to shut down. Homes, neighborhoods, kibbutzim and other settlements that were destroyed by missiles and fires will have to be rebuilt. Fields and orchards will have to be replanted. Physical and emotional care for the returning fighters will take years—and millions of dollars, not to mention the blessed work provided by doctors, nurses and other caretakers who are critically overburdened at this point as is. Will we be there to help Israel recuperate and get on its feet again? 

The answer has to be clear and obvious to all of us. Hineni—here I am.


And then, with all that in mind, there’s still one question we need an answer for, one cheshbon—account—to settle. This one is with God. Every year on Yom Kippur we hear God’s call for us to return, and year after year, we obey. Today a call comes from deep within us. עד מתי? How long, O God? When will the hate and persecution end? How many more lives will it take? 

I guess I won’t hold my breath for this one. Bigger, better and smarter people than I have been asking this same question for millennia now. And the answer is always the same. It’s either, “What do you know—or expect to know—about Me and My plans?” Or: “I’ve given you all the tools you need; now go and make it happen yourselves.”

The first answer is almost useless to me. I don’t know what’s in God’s mind; I won’t pretend that I do. We do, however, have all the tools we need. We just have to learn how to use them. 


“Well, something’s gained and something’s lost in living every day.


It’s been one year since the Oct. 7 onslaught of terror, 370 days to be exact. 51 years since the Yom Kippur War; 79 years since the Shoah. And now what? What have we learned?

Only the future will tell, a future we can help shape and form by the choices we make today.

Am Yisrael chai—the People of Israel lives. Adonai oz l’amo yiten; Adonai y’varech et amo bashalom: May God give us strength; may God also bless us with peace. Ken y’hi ratzon—may this be God’s will.

L’shana tova tikavevu t’teichateimu—may we all be inscribed and sealed in the Book of Life for a year of health, strength, love and peace.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman









Friday, October 4, 2024

The Strength Within Us: Rosh Hashanah sermon.24

The Strength Within Us

Sermon for Rosh HaShanah 5785

October 3, 2024

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman


Flying into Israel has always been an exciting and emotional event. In the last half hour or so of the flight, conversation among the passengers slowly ceases. Everyone is immersed in their own thoughts and feelings. Once you get closer, at night, the shoreline is easy to detect, outlined with bright yellow lights from north to south; in the day, fog or low clouds sometimes obscure the view until you are almost on top of it. From above, ironically, Tel Aviv seems so orderly and organized—the epitome of what Theodore Herzl thought of when he wrote about the rebirth of a Jewish state in our ancestral homeland. Sometimes the plane descends directly into Ben Gurion airport. Other times it flies further east, over the Judea Mountains, and circles back for the landing. By now the silence in the plane is complete. Then, as the plane touches down, applause breaks out spontaneously throughout the cabin.

The applause discloses relief at the safe landing after a long flight. But it also comes from somewhere deeper, inside one’s heart and soul. It’s a surge of joy combined with tears, the indescribable feeling one gets when hope and ancient prayers are fulfilled. Elie Wiesel wrote, “One doesn’t go to Jerusalem, one returns to it.” Whether it’s one’s first trip to Israel or one hundredth, it’s always a homecoming.

For me, of course, flying to Israel has always been a homecoming. Israel always was, and always will be, my home. I was born there, I lived there, I served in the IDF, and even after many years in the US, returning to Israel meant seeing my family.

But things were different when I was there in May. My mother, z”l, wasn’t waiting for me at the airport. My trip this time would be short—ten days instead of the usual month or so. There was a special purpose to this particular trip: my grand-nephew’s bar mitzvah. Ours is a small family. The Shoah left only a small fraction of what had once been—and now was no more. And so we, the remnants, have been there for each other at almost every event—joyous or sad. This time the trip held mixed emotions for me.

This time there was no applause as the plane landed. I’m sure we all felt the usual relief, but mixed in with all our other emotions was the sad—and frightening—knowledge that Israel was at war. The heaviness was palpable.

By that time the war had lasted already seven months. Of course, we couldn’t know that, as of today, almost exactly one year since the war began, it would still be going on.

Nothing could have prepared us for the shock and brutality with which this war started, the October 7 attack from Gaza; or the pain and tragedies of the hostages and their families; or the suffering among the innocent Gaza civilians whom Hamas uses as human shields. Only those living day after day, week after week, month after month, through these horrors can understand the tragedy and scale of this terrible war. 

What none of us, anywhere in the world, could foresee, was not the almost-immediate worldwide condemnation of Israel defending itself—that we’re pretty much used to by now—but rather the extent and virulence of the antisemitism that erupted shortly after the war began.

Only a few days ago the FBI released a report registering a 21% rise in anti-Jewish hate crimes over last year. Since October 7, 67% of all reported religiously motivated hate crimes were directed against Jews—a people that in the US numbers less than 2.4% of the general population.

Directly or indirectly, consciously or not, we are all affected by the poisonous character of this hatred that we witness on college campuses, in the news, over the internet, and at political rallies and demonstrations. Even in K-12 schools, Jewish students—our children, grandchildren, our future! —have been harassed and attacked.

Since October 7, we have seen synagogues torched; businesses trashed and vandalized; Jews wearing kippot or Jewish stars, or speaking Hebrew, physically assaulted. While some of the perpetrators claimed to be moved by pro-Palestinian or pro-Gaza sentiments, many blatantly expressed antisemitic tropes, modern-day variants of the blood libel.

Jews have long been wary of right-wing antisemitism. The evidence there is abounding. But what—for me at least—has been the most shocking revelation of all is the surge of this most ancient hatred among liberals, the “woke” and the so-called “progressives.” 

Historically, Jews have been among the most active supporters of liberal causes. All of a sudden, we find ourselves ostracized and even locked out by groups that in the past we’ve lived—and died—for: Black Lives Matter; LGBTQ; climate activists, and feminist movements that remained notoriously silent for the longest time, even in the face of hard evidence, of the horrifying, gender-based violence perpetrated against Jewish women and men by the Hamas terrorists on October 7.

While we are seeing some corrective measures in some city governments and on some colleges (definitely not all), there’s still a long way to go before we return to a more “normal” situation. However, until then, we cannot remain silent. There’s much we need to do to counter this dangerous trend.

First of all, we need to discover the strength that lies within us. Physically, emotionally and spiritually, we need to be there, as strong and resilient as possible, both for ourselves and for our families. 

For our own sake and for our children’s benefit, we need to study the facts, to learn about the history of Zionism and how the State of Israel came to be. We need to know what to say when confronted by haters, and be able to answer the false, and evil, accusations of Israeli apartheid and genocide. 

And we also need to be there for—and with—the rest of our community. Since our earliest days as a people we’ve recognized our uniqueness among the nations: “A people dwelling alone, not reckoning itself among the nations” (Num. 23:9, NKJV). History has shown this to be true. We go by many names that identify us as members of any other nations and traditions. We call ourselves American Jews, French Jews, Iraqi Jews, and so many more. Here we are “JewishColorado.” Throughout our history, our rights may have been taken away, trampled, constrained, or restored again. The one marker we never lost however, is our identity as Jews—embedded in our souls, stamped into our passports, clothes and even our skin. At a time like today, we must turn to one another for support. We may have our political and cultural differences. We may call ourselves religionists, atheists or agnostic. We even argue about the right way of cooking traditional foods. Yet one thing is indisputable: We are Jews, members of an ancient people going back more than 3600 years. One of the chief goals of antisemitism is the erasure of Jewish identity and history. For us, cancel culture is as dangerous as any ghetto or edict of intolerance. We must never again allow that to happen. Our congregations and synagogues must be more than only houses of worship. In Hebrew, they are call batei k’nesset, essentially community centers, where we can not only pray, but also study and celebrate our rich heritage, where we can safely gather and discuss our concerns and fears, and learn how best to handle them.

We must never again allow ourselves to hide or cower in fear. Today, thankfully, we have law-enforcement agencies that can help us stand up to the dangers and threats. The FBI and CIA work closely with Jewish organizations such as the ADL, the AJC—American Jewish Committee—and the Secure Community Network, the official security and safety institution of the Jewish community in North America. Sharp-as-a-tack organizations such as StandWithUs help fight antisemitism on a more local and even personal level, in schools and the workplace. Hillel and Faculty Against Antisemitism are among several groups that address antisemitism and anti-Zionism on college campuses. Additionally, various media-watch groups scrutinize the Internet and other news outlets, calling for corrections whenever and wherever misleading and erroneous information is found.

Of course we can also counter the lies and misinformation ourselves, by becoming active in local government and by serving on school boards, where decisions are made about which textbooks to use and whose “narrative” to teach. 

Today the Jewish community in the United States and elsewhere around the world is at an important historical juncture. Every one of us needs to make difficult decisions as we weigh our traditional social and political alliances against the need to remain proud, visible and valued members of society. While holding on to our ideals, it’s crucial that we support groups and individuals that support us, and call out those that oppose us. 

Israel has been at war for an entire year now. As Jews we’ve been defining and defending our Jewish identity for almost 4000 years. We will overcome the current outbreak of Jew-hatred too. The question is, where will our help come from. The truth is, it will come from many sources. Traditionally, our strength has always come from God and our faith. Thankfully, we also have many friends and allies around the globe and across the political spectrum. But for the first time in almost 2000 years, we—you and I—are privileged to have a say in it too. Our strength comes from inside each of us: In our determination to defend our heritage and identity, and in our resolve to stand up to those who wish to destroy us and and our historic national homeland.  

Thousands of years ago, the prophet Jeremiah proclaimed, "Do not fear, O My servant Jacob… nor be dismayed, O Israel; for behold, I [Adonai] will save you from afar, and your seed from the land of their captivity" (Jer. 30:10, NKJV). Today, more than three and a half thousand years after these words were written, we know this to be a truth. 

So, chazak chazak v’nit’chazek—be strong, be of good courage, and together we shall be strengthened. Am Yisrael Chai—the People of Israel yet lives!

L’shana tova, may 5785 be a year of growth, health, love and peace, and may God bless us all.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman


Thursday, October 3, 2024

To Be a Blessing: Rosh Hashana Eve Sermon.24

To Be a Blessing

Erev Rosh Ha-Shanah Sermon

Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

September 2, 2024


At a certain rehab facility, two men were assigned to the same room, and they soon became friends. After all, when your eyes are bandaged or your heart works erratically at best, when life’s distractions are kept far outside your door, when the TV only gives you football and world news and the only visitors you get are doctors and nurses who check on you periodically, poke you, sponge bathe you and administer your meds, there’s not a whole lot else to do but get to know your neighbor better. 

Every morning the man whose eyes were bandaged would ask his neighbor what he saw outside the window at his bedside. “It’s raining,” the other would answer, or “the mountains are particularly clear today.” He would describe the traffic outside the facility, and even what the campus across the highway looked like on any particular day. “Must be homecoming,” he said one day as he related the crowded presence of students and parents in the main quad. The sound of the band practicing on the football field wafted in, and they both agreed that it would be so good to be out there, mingling with the crowd, enjoying the cool fall temps after the long, hot summer.

But one day, the description from the man who lay across the room stopped. The man with the bandaged eyes called out his name, but there was no answer. When the nurse came in, he asked about the man and why he didn’t answer. “Oh,” came the answer, “he passed away.”

“Oh!” the bandaged man cried out in obvious pain. “That is so sad! We became friends. He would tell me every morning what he saw outside his window—the weather, the traffic, everything!”

“He did??” asked the nurse incredulously. 

“I can’t see anymore, and he was my connection to the outside.”

“But…” the nurse stammered, “he couldn’t have!”

“Why not?”

“Because there is no window at his bedside. Just a wall.”

Taking this information in, the blind man lay there in silence for a few minutes. Not long after, the family of the man who had died came in to collect his belongings. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said to them. “But why did he lie to me?”

“He didn’t lie,” they responded. “You see, he was blind too, just like you. He was blinded in a work accident years ago. But he never let that stop him from imagining. In his mind he saw everything that he remembered from his past, and he made it live again. And then he would relate it to anyone who would listen. He rebuilt his own beautiful past from memory, and kept all of it alive in his mind. And that way, he gave all of us, too, hope and purpose. He inspired us, and often asked us to help him in his efforts to rebuild. And so we did. We donated to the city’s parks and recreation department. We helped build a playground in the park across from us and planted trees around it. We supported the college he went to, and always took him to the homecoming game. It was his way of telling us never to give up hope, to continue making the world better.”

The blind man lay quietly. “He turned his memories into blessings,” he said after a few moments. “He did,” the family agreed. Then they collected their father’s belongings and left, promising to come visit soon and often again.

I’ve always been struck with this story (and I am sorry--I cannot find its source, I hope they will forgive my using it in this sermon). No matter how many times I read it, it has never failed to move me. 

And through the years, it has helped me chart and understand the many ways we use the word blessing. Sometimes we fall into the trap of using it almost casually, as when life, a coincidence or some random event works in our favor. In a more secular setting, when we say of a particular project that it had “the blessing of the authorities,” what we are actually saying is that it got the approval of the individual or committee in charge. 

In Hebrew, the word b’racha always carries religious overtones. Judaism teaches that blessings are the bridge that connects us with God. In fact, the ancient Rabbis instruct that we should say a minimum of 100 blessings every day, reminding us that we should take nothing for granted. And so we say a blessing when we rise in the morning and when we go to bed at night, and at every moment in between. It isn’t only God Who sanctifies us—we sanctify God in return through the blessings we say and the gratitude we express.

With some blessings we actually participate, and in a small way even become partners with God. While fruit can be easily plucked from a tree, and the blessing is therefore simple and direct, the prayer we say when we break bread, Ha-motzi lechem min ha-aretz, (“who brings bread forth from the ground”) is much more complex. Ha-motzi, as we know it, comprises not only our gratitude for the wheat, that does grow from the ground (no small miracle in itself), but additionally this b’racha also recognizes our role in this process—the work involved in sowing and harvesting, milling, grinding and finally baking the flour into bread.

Blessings bring holiness—and a measure of eternity—into our lives. They are like a river, with a source and a goal. The mightiest river may start as a trickle, but along its path it gathers power and strength. We can cross or navigate it. But we’ve also learned to control a river’s force and channel its course. And we can use it for any number of purposes—to provide water for ourselves or our animals; to irrigate fields and crops; to produce electricity; or even just to refresh and restore ourselves physically, emotionally or spiritually. Without water, nothing would live, and the earth would shrink into nothingness. So too with blessings.

The Torah gives us an example of the highest form that a blessing can take. In parashat Lech L’cha (“Go forth”), one of the early portions in the first book of the Torah, Genesis, God commands Abram to leave his homeland and go to a new land, which God will show him. There, God promises, “I will make you a great nation and you shall be a blessing.” Rashi, the great Jewish-French commentator of the 11th century, explains this verse as follows: “You shall be a blessing: Blessings are entrusted to you; until now they were in My power—I blessed Adam and Noah—but from now on you shall bless whomsoever you wish.” 

God empowers Abram—and us, Abraham’s followers—to become, if not a source, then at least conduits of blessings.

When we take upon ourselves the mitzvot—the commandments—of pursuing justice; of teaching our children or students ethics and morality; when we say a kind word or extend a helping hand, we follow Abraham’s lead. There’s even a blessing we say when we comfort the bereaved, “May the memory of your loved one be a blessing,” by which we share our faith and hope that grief at some point will turn to gratitude. In time we learn to draw inspiration from our loved one’s victories and even from their failures. Through the memories left to us, we become better people, and we inspire others to follow us. The memories indeed become a blessing.

An Israeli sculptor who recently posted pictures of his work online evoked this reaction from one of his followers: “The soul of an artist never ceases to amaze me—to see what some would call junk and, through your artist eyes, to see what it can and must be: that moves me more than anything else.” 

To see what is, and then imagine and create what it can and must be, that is the real message of Rosh Ha-Shanah. 

A greeting for the New Year, found in a piyyut—a religious poem—that is recited in many congregations on Rosh Ha-Shanah Eve is, “May this year and its curses end soon, may the new year bring us blessings instead.” This saying is particularly relevant tonight. The past year presented us, individually and collectively, with tremendous challenges. What we must find now, in the year that begins tonight, is the strength to turn these challenges into successes. The curses into blessings. 

We do so by following the teaching and law that we took upon ourselves thousands of years ago: to be a blessing. If not a source of blessing, recognition reserved to only a handful of the most righteous among us every few generations, then at least a participant in its course, something each of us is capable of being. Blessings and mitzvot—the sacred commandments—are more than a way of connecting with God. They help make the world better, especially during dark times. Each kind word or good deed brings light in, no matter how small and insignificant it seems to us at the moment. Like a river, the blessings grow and flourish.

In this new year, may recognition of the many gifts in our lives stir us to speak words of gratitude. May the world’s brokenness inspire us to participate in tikkun olam—repair and redemption. May we continue our sacred work of making the dreams and visions of our prophets come real. And may we, like Abraham, be a blessing for all that was, is, and that can yet be. 

L’shanah tova tikatevu—may our deeds and words be inscribed in the Book of Life, and may we be remembered and blessed for a sweet, happy and healthy New Year. Amen.




© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman


Friday, September 6, 2024

Six Murdered Hostages

Six Murdered Hostages

Reflections by Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

September 6, 2024


This week has been one of the saddest and most difficult weeks of the past year, and until now I had no words with which to express the many emotions within me. The following will have to do. For now.

We woke up Monday morning only to be reminded of the cruelty and evil that still surround us, filling our days and nights with anger and frustration as well as heartbreak and grief. Since then we have come to know almost personally the six hostages--six among the 251 men, women, children and elderly people abducted by Hamas 11 months ago--who were murdered in cold blood only hours before the IDF could rescue them. The names of Carmel Gat, Eden Yerushalmi, Hersh Goldberg-Polin, Alexander Lobanov, Almog Sarusi and Master Sgt. Ori Danino at this point are so much more than just labels. They have come to represent the horrors unleashed on October 7 on the State of Israel and the entire Jewish People. 

Each of the six victims of Hamas terror had not only a name. They had families—now broken physically as well as emotionally. They had dreams and ambitions that now will never be fulfilled.

The parents of Israeli-American Hersh Goldberg-Polin, Jon and Rachel, spoke at the Democratic National Convention last month, and a video of Rachel calling out to him on a loudspeaker circulated widely on the Internet just a day or two before his body was discovered. President Biden reminded us all that during the attack, Hersh "lost his arm while helping friends and strangers during Hamas' savage massacre." 

Carmel Gat was visiting her parents at their home in Kibbutz Be'eri on that dark Saturday morning. The terrorists murdered Carmel's elderly mother, Kinneret, on the spot and abducted Carmel. Yet even in captivity, inside the cavernous tunnels where Hamas held and continue to hold their victims, Carmel helped other hostages and kept them by her side when darkness and terror loomed ahead. 

Master Sgt. Ori Danino had already saved some of those who were attacked in the early morning massacre and went back to help others when he himself was kidnapped. 

Alexander Lobanov is survived by his two-year-old child and five-month-old children, the youngest having been born while he was in captivity in Gaza.

Almog Sarusi and his sister were at the Nova music festival. Almog was kidnapped even as he was helping his sister, Shahar, who was wounded in the attack and did not survive. Almog was described on the Hostages and Missing Families Forum’s Instagram page as “A vibrant, positive person who loved traveling around Israel in his white jeep with his guitar. 

Like so many of those who were murdered or kidnapped from the music festival, Eden Yerushalmi was only in her 20’s. She spent her 24th birthday in captivity. Eden was a Tel Avivian who loved going to the beach, and whose plans included becoming a Pilates instructor.

A day after the bodies were recovered, Hamas released a series of videos showing the hostages delivering what became their final messages to their families. "I barely recognized her," Eden Yerushalmi's aunt told Israeli media. "She looked extinguished." “I am strong,” Carmel Gat says; “I hope I have a family to return to.” The six hostages had not been able to take a shower in weeks or months, and their bodies showed proof of ill-treatment and neglect. 


That is the face of evil. Lest we forget. At this time of heartbreak and rage, even as we hold the families of these murdered young men and women close to our heart, we must always remember the difference between love and hate, between goodness and evil. 

And as we pray for the safety, health and strength of the remaining 101hostages still held in captivity in Gaza, we send our heartfelt condolences to all the hurting families. May God’s Presence bring you comfort and consolation. May your loved ones’ memories be a blessing.


Friday, August 2, 2024

Matot-Massei: Tribes, Travels and Tribulations

Tribes, Travels and Tribulations

D’var Torah for Parashat Matot-Massei

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

August 2, 2024


With this week’s Torah reading (actually a double portion, Matot -Mass’ei—"Tribes and Travels,” Numbers 30:2—36:13) we conclude the fourth book of the Torah, Numbers. As is true for so much of the rest of the Torah, the topics covered in these portions are still relevant today. First addressed here is the issue of women’s rights (a follow-up to the story of the Daughters of Zelofehad, who argued for the right to inherit their father’s property). The specific topic this time is vows, promises we make—to ourselves, to others and to God—that are so important that breaking them entails harsh penalties (though we are still given the right to revoke them through an elaborate ritual). The question that comes up in Num. 30 is whether vows made by women are valid, and if so, who has the right to revoke them.

The answer—at least by our modern sensibilities—is incomplete. Yes, vows made by women are valid; but no, they do not have the right to revoke them unless the particular woman is divorced or widowed. Married women and those who still live with their families need to rely on the male head of the household to undo their vow. 

While we may think that this is unfair—and of course we would be right—let us remember that in modern-day America women did not have the right to open a credit card in their own names until half a century ago, and that later this month, on August 26, we will be marking the 104th anniversary of the ratification of 19th amendment, granting women the right to vote. And still today, some of the most divisive issues facing us as a nation, have to do with women’s rights.

The Torah’s law regarding breaking a vow is a what today we would call a split decision, and while unsatisfactory—again, by contemporary standards—it does open the door to reconsideration of women’s legal status, a long process that begins in the Torah but unfortunately is still incomplete.

The second major event covered in these chapters is the request by the tribes of Reuben and Gad and half the tribe of Menashe to settle on the eastern shore of the Jordan River, specifically in the area that today constitutes the Golan Heights. Moses at first is enraged by this request. Why, he asks, did we have to go through all the trouble to get here, if you decide not to enter the Promised Land? Why are you cutting yourselves off from the rest of the People?

The tribes’ response actually reassures Moses: They will remain loyal to the Covenant with God and will come to the assistance of the other tribes in times of trouble and/or wars. Only once this vow is declared does Moses acquiesce and allow them to settle in the fertile lands of the Golan.

Jews have resided in lands all over the world since the beginning of our history. Our connection to our ancestral homeland, however, was never in doubt. Still, the question of coming to the aid of other Jewish individuals and communities must have been a contentious one for centuries. In the 12th century already, Maimonides, to this day still considered the most important compiler of Jewish Law, ruled that “It is a mitzvah for all Jews who are able to come and help defend their brethren to do so, and it is forbidden to delay their coming until after Shabbat” (Mishne Torah, “Laws of Shabbat” 2:23). 

In this ruling, Moses Maimonides follows the precedent established by the Prophet Moses, while also adding to it the rabbinic injunction (BT Eruvin 45a) that it is even permissible to break the Sabbath in order to fulfill this most important commandment.

Finally, as the Book of Numbers concludes, we have a recap of our travels and tribulations in the Sinai Wilderness, 40 years in total from the Exodus to the point where the Israelites are poised to enter the Promised Land. 

As we reflect on our long and rich history, both ancient and more modern, we realize how relevant the Torah is still today. The long list of encampments enumerated in the final two portions of Numbers help us remember the long history of the Jewish People. Our journeys have taken us to just about every corner of the world. We all have our stories, told and retold by our parents, grandparents, or going even further into the past. Some stations along the way were like oases in the desert; others were bitter experiences. 

And yet, we still adhere to the ancient vows taken by our ancestors so long ago. And while our relationship to the modern State of Israel is questioned, debated—and fought over—both among the nations of the world and even among ourselves, the rejoinder offered by Moses more than three thousand years ago, and its development as reviewed and ruled upon by Maimonides 800 years ago, remind us of the seriousness of the obligation we took upon ourselves then, and which still binds us today. One people, one God, one land.

We are one. Yet our culture is multilayered and varied, and our traditions reflect our interaction with the many peoples among whom we’ve lived. Yet we are still bound by the same vows we took thousands of years ago, following the same rituals and laws commanded us by God and Moses. How we adapt them to our lives is a matter of personal reflection and decision; yet we still always carry our past with us, even as we look toward the future. Our Covenant still governs our identity as Jews; the Commandments still direct our everyday behavior. And our deep attachment to our homeland, Israel, is still at the foundation of our relationship with God and our people.

We may argue and debate just about every issue under the sun. Yet the laws given us thousands of years ago still give inform our lives today. ‘Od Avinu chai—our ancestors still live, through us and our children. Am Yisrael Chai—the People of Israel still lives. 

Chazak chazak v’nit-chazek: Let us be strong and of good courage, let us strengthen one another and together we shall be strengthened. These words are traditionally spoken as we conclude reading each book of the Torah. At the same time, they also are the lights that guide us toward the future. May they continue to shine brightly through our words, thoughts and deeds.



© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman


Saturday, July 13, 2024

The Inevitable Law of Life and Death: Chukat.24

 

The Inevitable Law of Life and Death

D’var Torah for Parashat Chukat

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

July 13, 2024


Life and death, both fused into one image: A perfectly red heifer. This is the first topic that appears in this week’s Torah portion, Chukat ("Law," Numbers 19:1—22:1). 

The ritual of the Red Heifer (parah aduma) has puzzled commentators for centuries and has come to represent the ultimate unknown and unexplainable. Probably going back to the earliest days of humanity, the concept embodied by the red heifer is baffling in itself. The very name of the animal (parah—the Hebrew word for cow) means alive and fruitful. Conversely, adumah—the color red—represents both blood, the life stream of all that is alive, as well as all that is evil. Adom (the color red in Hebrew) is the thread that connects us both to the best and worst within us: Adam is not only the first human being, but also the father of all humanity; adama is the Earth itself. Adom stands not only for life and love, but also for hate and lust. In folklore and superstition, a crimson thread is often used to ward off evil. In the Torah, Edom, a word derived from the same root, is cited as one of the names of Esau and his descendants. Esau, as we might recall, is the twin brother of Jacob, born to Isaac and Rebecca. As a result of Jacob’s stealing the birthright (a harsh word for what actually transpired, but seen that way by Esau), Esau takes an oath to kill Jacob. For the early Rabbis, Esau’s name became synonymous first with the Greeks and Romans, and ultimately with all others intent on killing Jews and obliterating Judaism. 

In the Torah, the ritual of the red heifer is the most extraordinary of all sacrifices. Most unusually, it was not performed at the altar, but rather outside the Israelite settlement. Additionally, unlike all other sacrifices—which were performed either by the High Priest (on Yom Kippur) or by other priests (on all other occasions)—the killing and burning of the red heifer were carried out by a non-priest. A priest, however, was to add hyssop, cedar wood and crimson yarn to the fire. The ashes were then mixed with water and set aside “in a pure place outside the camp.” The mixture had one specific purpose: to purify a person who had come in immediate or even casual contact with death. 

Finally, every officiant in this ritual was deemed ritually “impure,” unable to participate in religious and social events for the rest of the day.

In every respect, this complicated ritual fuses elements of the holy and profane. Well into the first millennium BCE, death was seen not only as the end of life, but also as the limit and extent of God’s Presence. In other ancient religions, Death was the realm of another deity. The living had no access to the dead, and the dead had no recourse to the Divine. In Psalms 6:6 (in English translations, 6:5) we read: “For in death there is no remembrance of You; in the grave who will give You thanks?” Likewise in Ps. 115:17: “The dead do not praise [Adonai], nor any who go down into silence” (NKJV).  

In I Samuel we read of King Saul—with the help of the Witch of Endor—evoking the spirit of the dead prophet Samuel. This fits into the belief of the time that the spirits of the dead resided in a nether region of the world, unreachable except by magic powers. However, as Jewish philosophy expanded beyond pagan beliefs so did Judaism broaden the realm of God’s Presence.

All that, however, is conjecture. Anything beyond reason and ration, anything that could not be explained, was up to speculation and philosophy. Yet death was—and is—real. The grief, shock and all other emotions that it raises in us are real and lasting. These can be devastating and debilitating, but just as powerful is the realistic need to move on, to carry on with life alongside all its obligations and responsibilities, as well as its blessings and joys.

With the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem the sacrifice system ended. The need to recuperate and rise from mourning and grief, however, did not cease. Jewish tradition evolved into the process we follow today—shiv’a (the first seven days of intense grief), sh’loshim (the first month, a time of transitioning back to “regular” life), followed by yahrzeit, the annual commemoration of the anniversary of the passing. Grief specialists may be called on to help those who are unable to let go of their grief even after this process.

Such is the depth and extent of grief, which places an individual outside and apart from their community; an emotion that one is often incapable of surmounting alone, that necessitates rituals and the consolation offered by an outside source—be it priest or layman, an individual and/or the community.

Humanity is a blend of the holy and profane. The ritual of the Red Heifer reflects this complexity. Life and death, love and hate, lust and repulsion, all were merged together in order to create a path forward, to enable us to affirm life alongside all its paradoxes and contradictions.  


© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman


Friday, July 5, 2024

The Day After July Fourth 2024: America at the Crossroads

The Day After July Fourth 2024: America at the Crossroads

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

July 5, 2024


Freedom comes with a price tag.

When we hear these words we usually think of those who paid the highest price, who gave their lives in the service of our country. We salute them, we place flags at their graves, and then, with hearts made heavier by our memories, we walk on. We move on; we live our lives to the fullest. And that is as it should be.

But what we don’t always think about is the price that we, the ordinary citizens, must pay for our freedoms. 

Nothing in life is free. We know that. Life owes no one anything. All that we can hope for is—hopefully—the outcome of the love and work we put into what we do. And yet we see freedom as a gift, our inheritance and legacy, even a human right. 

We Americans flaunt our political freedoms: We get to choose our leaders; the system allows for more than one party—in fact in a vibrant democracy like Israel there can be a dozen or more political parties—and we don’t have to choose between voting for the official Party or losing our jobs. In fact, we are free to host a candidate of our liking for an in-house meeting, join the party that best represents our interests, or even run for office ourselves.

But as with every choice we make, there are always consequences. We’ve seen before how a leader elected by large popular vote can turn into a dictator. A general can crown himself emperor; a “Chairman” or “Secretary” can turn into a blood-thirsty maniac. The Founding Fathers thought of these prospects as they wrote the Constitution, envisioning not a perfect government, but rather one that would best serve the majority, yet without shunning or restricting the rights of others. 

Yet throughout American history, equality could not be taken for granted. For the first two hundred years of independence, the right of women and Blacks to vote were restricted or even outright denied. Winning these basic human rights has not been easy. Ideologues, extremists and bigots escalate the struggle for power and turn it into a shouting, and sometimes violent, match. 

As with other minorities, Jews were also not always welcome in American public life. Well into the 1950’s, Jews were excluded from certain schools and country clubs, even from living in certain areas of town. All that despite the fact that America’s first President, George Washington, in a letter dated 18 August 1790 and addressed to the Hebrew Congregation in Newport, Rhode Island (the Touro Synagogue), wrote: “May the Children of the Stock of Abraham, who dwell in this land, continue to merit and enjoy the good will of the other Inhabitants; while every one shall sit in safety under his own vine and figtree , and there shall be none to make him afraid.” This letter gave direction to what eventually (and however slowly) became the official policy of the United States towards Jews.

And yet present events have shown that we are still not there. Jews are not unafraid today. We are again, and still, finding ourselves excluded from various groups, institutions and, often, public discourse.

Historically, there is precedence to this phenomenon. It’s called anti-Semitism. Deeply rooted in religion, culture and philosophy, anti-Semitism is a recurrent experience which periodically bursts through conventional niceties. It’s supported by bigots and extremists, and taken advantage of by corrupt, power-hungry individuals who, at times of uncertainty, see the anger and frustration around them as a perfect opportunity to advance themselves.

But while dangerous in itself, anti-Semitism is symptomatic of an even greater peril: Historically, anti-Semitism has often been a precursor to the disintegration and downfall of entire countries and empires.

In this week’s Torah portion, Korach (Numbers 16:1—18:32) we find an example of the kind of power struggle that can lead to disaster. Some of us may remember the story of Korach from the 1956 movie The Ten Commandments, where it is retold in stunning visuals, forming the conclusion of the movie, right before the epitaph that then declares: “So it is written, so it shall be done.” 

But whereas the movie emphasizes the religious aspect of Korach’s rebellion—the dire consequences of rebelling against God and God’s chosen leaders—the message of this portion is actually much broader. As with so much of the Torah, the lesson here is also about us human beings, and how easily we can be led us astray by our passions and by corrupt leaders.

Korach is greedy and manipulative. While supposedly advocating for the rights of all people, he lists among his grievances the undue power and authority supposedly grabbed for themselves by Moses and Aaron: “You take too much upon yourselves, for all the congregation is holy, every one of them, and [the Eternal] is among them. Why then do you exalt yourselves above the assembly of [the Eternal]?” (Num. 16:3, NKJV). 

Korach is in a good place to claim a portion of this power for himself. He is privileged, a member of the Kohathites, the family of Levites to which Moses, Aaron and Miriam also belong. He feels unjustly relegated to a secondary role. And at a time when the Israelites are uncertain of their own faith, leadership and direction, Korach stirs their feelings of anger and frustration to the boiling point, hoping to become the new leader of the people himself. 

We face a similar situation in America today. Contesting religions and philosophies are striving for dominance; extremists sway undue power over government officials and leaders, and even in educational institutions. Politicians are often too afraid of numbers and polls, of losing money and influence, to stand up for law and civility. The difference between the Korach story and our own is that, unfortunately for us today, there doesn’t seem to be a visionary such as Moses, who will redirect us to our common—and vital—goals. 

The story of Korach isn’t only about a rebellion against God. It’s about realpolitik. It’s a cautionary tale about losing our way in the wilderness and the dangers of placing corrupt, divisive and manipulative groups and individuals in powerful positions.

In the Torah, it takes Divine intervention (and a shining example of human bravery and courage on the part of Aaron, the High Priest) to stop the rebellion and the ensuing conflagration. We however can’t afford to wait for this to happen—nor would we want to. What we call “acts of God” are actually notoriously destructive. What we need today is to find the courage within ourselves to stand up for what is right. In a democracy, it’s sometimes up to the us, the “We, the people,” the constituents who elected our officials: to rise against hatred and violence; to teach and to explain; to support those individuals and organizations that support us; to expect law agencies to enforce the law; and to demand that balance and reason become part of the public discourse again.

This is the lesson I take from this week’s study of Korach, coinciding this year with the Fourth of July 2024. Participation in our institutions, in our body politic, sometimes through donations of money and other times with time and effort, is the price we pay for our freedom. It’s our choice to sit back, do nothing and let divisiveness and hatred define the new us. Or we can take it upon ourselves to work even harder towards the goal of justice and equality for all. 

America is at a moral and even existential crossroads today. What it will be tomorrow is up to each and every one of us today.




© 2024 by Boaz D. Heilman