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The Ties That Bind (RH 5768)

Wednesday, 19 September 2007

Growing up, I always felt uncomfortable with the Binding of Isaac. After all, as a child, I had the distinctive experience of sitting in the front pew and listening to my own father read the story of another father who felt called to sacrifice his beloved son. A selection that oddly enough is one of his favourites. The mere concept that a parent would be willing to tie up his or her child with the intent of sacrifice chilled me to the core. Certainly there might have been occasions where it would have been no true sacrifice on the part of my parents to offer me up to the heavens; my behaviour calling for drastic actions. On a more serious note, I could not understand why Isaac would not have said anything as his father Abraham was raising his hand against him. Why didn’t he struggle? Why didn’t he question his father more intensely? And why is Sarah’s voice missing from the text?

For the longest time, I had assumed that once I became a parent, I would feel these emotions more keenly. I thought that once I had given birth, I would be repulsed by Abraham’s actions. That I would not be able to understand how he could have come so close to destroying his favourite son, the one whom he loved. And I never understood how Sarah, the one who had yearned to keenly to become a mother, could stand by while her husband played Russian roulette with the life of her child. Where did she think Abraham was taking Isaac? On a little camping trip?? And I was perplexed by Abraham’s silence, having been used to an Abraham who was quick to question God’s judgment in the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. Where were Abraham’s questions now?

The practice of human sacrifice was well known to our Biblical ancestors, as it was a common cultic rite amongst their neighbours. Perhaps due to the framework of his time and experience, Abraham considered the command to sacrifice his beloved son to be legitimate. What other explanation might be given for his lack of protest? After all, this was the same man who had fought so insistently for the lives of strangers in Sodom and Gomorrah, and yet he did not appear to question God’s request to sacrifice his own son. A closer look at the text seems to support this idea. The command to sacrifice Isaac is made by Elohim, which is a generic term for God or gods. As mentioned, the command to sacrifice one’s child is one that other gods could and regularly did make. However, it is Abraham’s God, Adonai, who stays the hand of Abraham just as he is about to take the life of his son. It isn’t that Adonai doesn’t ask for complete devotion. Rather, Adonai never asks for devotion to take this abhorrent form.

This entire chapter seems to be in direct conflict with God’s earlier promise to Abraham regarding the promise of descendants being as numerous as the stars in the sky. Other issues seem to be at hand such as Israel’s rejection of the local practice of child sacrifice. Ironically placed just one chapter after the birth of the long-awaited son, the true horror of this story might be seen in the marked contradiction of what occurred immediately before.

The most noticeable aspect of the story, however, is Abraham’s silence. Not only does he mutely accept God’s command, he seems to approach the task with energy, as the text points out with verbs such as: arising, saddling, taking, hurrying, going. Nowhere do we read of sleepless nights or any attempts at bargaining with God for the life of his son. Dr. Richard Elliot Friedman (Commentary on the Torah, pp. 75-76.) points out that Abraham’s silence is consistent with any personal action he was called to do by God. Anything commanded by God, he will obey without question. Leave your land. Leave your birthplace. Leave your father’s house. Circumcise yourself. Even if he is commanded to sacrifice his beloved child, he will do it without question or argument. In the case of Sodom and Gomorroah, however, Abraham is not commanded to do anything. God shares the information with him in order to clear the way for Abraham to object. When it comes to commands, there is no room for discussion.

There was silence. Deafening silence. Where were the cries of the child who had struggled towards life? “What’s his name?” someone asked. I mutely shook my head, fearing that he would be snatched from us if I uttered his name aloud. The NICU team moved with calm determination in some sort of painstakingly exquisite dance. And all I kept thinking was “I am supposed to be planning a bris. I have to enter my son into the covenant. I am not supposed to be planning a funeral. O God, how can I plan his funeral?” The team continued their work and a few moments later, I heard the sweetest sound; the whimper of my son.

The cry is a basic non-verbal method of communication. It can also be the most raw and most real form of emotional expression, coming from our deepest, simplest, most human place. Not unlike the call of the shofar. According to Rabbi Shimon Felix (Executive Director of the Bronfman Youth Fellowships in Israel) , the shofar sound comes from a pre-verbal, deeper place, in our being. With the moan of the shofar we simplify, and strip down to essentials. According to the Midrash (Pirkei D’Rabbi Eliezer, Chapter 31) , when Sarah learns what Abraham had done, she began to cry, and moan the sound of three wails, which correspond to the three blasts of the shofar, and her soul burst forth from her and she died. How fitting, then, that today is know in the Torah not as Rosh Hashanah (the beginning of the year), but as Yom T’ruah – the day of groaning or wailing.

I had been through this before, nearly seven years earlier when we brought our first son Beernut into the covenant on his 8th day. This time, it was different. As Dr. P. began the preliminary preparations, I tried to explain to my almost 7 year old son – in an age-appropriate fashion – what was about to happen to his little brother:

Today will be one of the most important days in your brother’s life – just as it was one of the most important days of your life. Today we will welcome Peach into the Jewish people the same way that God has commanded we welcome all of our sons since the time He spoke to Abraham. We do this because it is what God wants us to do.

There are few rituals that bind us so intrinsically to our ancient past. In a time when we feel far from hearing God’s voice, fulfilling the act of brit milah brings us that much closer to the Divine.

Just as Abraham prepared Isaac for sacrifice, I too rose early to prepare my son. Arising,
taking, hurrying, going. Dressing him in a gown prepared by his great-grandmother, and binding him, not with harsh leather bindings but with the silkiness of his wimple, Peach was ready to meet his God. Unlike Abraham, I knew with certainty that my son would not be physically harmed by God’s Call. I knew that our experience would transform him as a Jew and transform us as a family.

The events of Genesis, Chapter 22, have come to be known by the shorthand term, the Akedah, which means ‘binding.’ It comes from the verb form akad, meaning “to bind with thongs,” like verse 9, which reads: “Abraham bound his son Isaac.” A word not used elsewhere in the Torah but reserved for this unique narrative. How interesting that this was the term used to identify this scene. It just have easily could have been called the Sacrifice of Isaac, the Ordeal of Isaac, or the Deliverance of Isaac. Or, it could have been known as the Test of Abraham. And yet, the tradition of referring to this narrative as the Binding of Isaac is at once a brilliant and complex act of interpretation.

On the pshat, or simple, level, Abraham actually bound his son up on the altar, where he (Abraham) was actually prepared to sacrifice him. The binding refers to the leather strips with which Isaac was held still. It is impossible to imagine how a father could bind his son without the closeness of touch. There is a physical intimacy involved in the binding of another human being, an intimacy which we witness when we come in contact with this story.

The English word “binding” has numerous meanings which the Hebrew term “akedah” does not. The English allows for that which binds us to make our bonds. In being bound by his father, Isaac is bonded both with Abraham as well as the Israelite nation. Just as with circumcision, a new bond is forged between the baby and his parents as well as the baby and his community. What we did as a family, formally bound us together with our community and our heritage. What we did as a family, bound our son to God.

As he looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, I was overcome with waves of true love and devotion. Though he cannot yet speak, Peach is able to communicate volumes with his eyes. As he gazes at me, I see that he has utter trust in me. He knows that I will always care for him, feed him, clothe him, protect him, shield him from harm. That was the way he looked at me on his 8th day. Gazing up at me, Peach was saying, “I trust you with all of my being. I know that you would never let harm come my way.” Isaac too must have gazed up from the altar at his father in just the same way. With complete trust and utter devotion, knowing that his father would never allow harm to come to him. Akedat Yitzchak is thought to be a story of faith – Abraham’s faith in God. It is clear to me that we are to understand this story as one of Isaac’s faith in his father.

As I was preparing Peach, he began to whimper. Not from any pain, but because he was cold and a little uncomfortable being bound is his wimple. Reacting to his cry with “Here I am. Mommy’s here,” I was keenly aware that Abraham too responded to his son with the same phrase. Hineini b’ni – Here I am, my son.

According to the Brown, Driver, and Briggs lexicon, hineini is understood as a “response to a call, indicating the readiness of the person addressed to listen or obey.” It is the classic response of Biblical heroes, uttered by others such as Jacob during one of his dreams about God and Moses when God first addressed him through the Burning Bush.

Abraham does not wait for instructions. Rather, he shows his willingness to follow God’s command even before he know what God will ask of him. Hineini can be rendered to reflect this interpersonal relationship, as noted by Rabbi Norman Cohen, who teaches that hineini can be understood as “being ready to respond within the context of relationship, regardless of the nature of the request. Hineini can teach us about the very essence of relationship; about our relationships, not only with God, but with other human beings.”

Abraham uses this term in response to Isaac during their ascent up the mountain. He responds with the same word he used in response to God – hineini, here I am for You. We learn from this that when we respond to those we love, it is equally as important as responding to the Divine Call. And it does not matter what the request is to which we must respond. With Abraham, there is little that he can do for Isaac other than reassuring him of this constant presence.

In the stillness of the night, I am awakened for the umpteenth time by the cries of my son. Hineini b’ni – here I am for you, my son. For five months (five months this very day), I have staggered through my daily activities. Hineini b’ni – here I am for you, my son. I am blessed to have the opportunity to respond to his call. I have spoken often of the many opportunities I have had to respond to the calls of others as well as my own personal calling to do God’s Holy work. And as a parent, I do the same for a little one who has put his faith in me that his cries will not go unanswered.

May we learn to heed the calls of those who have put their faith in us and respond as quickly to them as we pray God responds to us on this Rosh HaShannah.

Keyn y’hi ratzon – May this be God’s Will!

Is that a frog in your throat or are you just happy to see me?

Monday, 17 September 2007

Well, I survived RH. Barely.

Last Monday, as I was falling asleep, I felt a funny, little tickle in the back of my throat. Thought nothing of it. Until…

I awoke on Tuesday in possession of a raspy, contralto voice. No problem — except that I am a soprano. I hoped that no one would notice. Not likely. My amazing uber-accompanist caught wind right away of my emerging problem. She and I worked for hours to lower all keys just in case.

And then my boss sent me home.

Really.

Good thing too ’cause if he hadn’t, my doctor would have.

Back on antitiotics I go. And back to bed I went.

On Wednesday, PC awoke to a bass beside him. Rather shocking, I must say!

So I took a day of vocal rest and pushed liquids.

And I cancelled my pre-holiday mani/pedi (the proof that I was really, really sick!)

End result: managed to survive. Voice didn’t sound so great, but that’s the way it goes sometimes.

Still a bit raspy, but hopeful that I will shake most of this by YK 😉

This is actually my life

Wednesday, 5 September 2007

4:20am — Miss Poppyseed appears by the side of my bed.

I’m thirsty. I need some cold, fresh water.

Bleary-eyed, I stumble across the house in order to refill her sippy cup.
Bleary-eyed, I manage to slice my hand…on a piece of ice.

No, you did not misread that…

Beware the 21st Elul!

Monday, 3 September 2007

OK so it doesn’t have quite the same ring as the Ides of March. But the 21st of Elul means that there is just over one week until the 1st of Tishrei — and you know what that means!! That’s right — Rosh Hashannah! The Jewish New Year is almost upon us.

And as usual, I am behind.

Woefully behind!

In fact, not one thing is actually ready at this point in time.

My sermon? Not done. Started. Definitely started. Nearly completed, actually. But not yet done so I don’t get to check it off my list.

Music prep? Not done. Started. Definitely started. Several more hours of rehearsals left with my uber-fabulous accompanist. Then I will be done and I get to check that off my list.

Service prep? Not even started!

Outfits? Not a clue. Ugh — that will have to wait until next week! And I need to get clothes for the kids — ay yi yi…

Mikvah? Appointment made. Finally, something I can check off of my list.

Sephora? Not until the week of RH.

I’m certain that I’m forgetting something…

At Last

Thursday, 23 August 2007

Looking back, I realize now how lucky I was to have had several strong and wonderful female influences in my life. My mom, of course, and a grandmother with whom I am especially close. I also had not one but two tantes. What image is conjured up by this antiquated, foreign word for ‘aunt’? Is she squat and rotund? Long grey hair in a bun? Funny Yiddish accent? My tantes were none of those things, though come to think of it, one did have shiny, silver hair and the other wore her long honey-coloured tresses in a bun.

My tantes were like my fairy godmothers. They lived in the city (Los Angeles) and loved me just for being me.

My mother and grandmother loved me for being me too…but it just isn’t the same. Mothers and grandmothers are responsible for loving and disciplining. Tantes are just for loving. As a child, we need both but yearn for only the loving.

On July 30, my lifelong dream of being a tante was fulfilled. Syl was safely delivered (albeit 3 weeks early!) of a healthy and very beautiful daughter — to be known hereafter as Sunflower.

Sunflower is not my first niece. PC’s sister has the honour of presenting me with the child who first made me an aunt and I cherish that little girl very much.

And yet…

I am not certain I would agree with Shakespeare when he wrote “that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” I love being an aunt. However, I have never felt any attachment to the name ‘aunt.’ Perhaps it is because we did not use that term in my family. The term ‘tante’ is imbued with all sorts of warm, fuzzy feelings.

Now I am the tante. Tante Frume Sarah. I like the sound of that!

And in approximately 55 hours, Tante Frume Sarah will meet little Sunflower for the first time.

And she can hardly wait…

Drowning

Wednesday, 22 August 2007

I am still here!! But drowning in the month of Elul. It’s the same every year. Summer begins to wind down, school is about to start, and much to prepare before the Holy Days.

Please be patient…

I really do have lots of things to say. But I feel guilty blogging when I should be sermonizing 😉

A quick recap of my life:

Our wonderful nanny left us about 10 days ago. We are very sad and have been scrambling. However, our new nanny starts next week. With God’s Help, she will be with us for a long, long time.

I am back at work…which I love. However, the hours have been very long and I haven’t seen my kids much the past few weeks. Peach wakes up more at night in order to have some quality time with his Momma. Which is sweet. Although I am pretty darn tired and not much of a conversationalist at midnight…2 am…4:23 am… etc.

I have a few things to do but hope to write about the new baby in the family later today.

And thanks to Hilary for giving me the kick I needed 😉

Logophile

Thursday, 26 July 2007

So if Frume Sarah was an ancient language, what would she be??


Your Score: Akkadian


You scored



You are Akkadian, a blend of the incomprehensible symbols of the Sumerians with the unwritable sounds of the early Semitic peoples. However, the writing just doesn’t suit the words and doesn’t represent everything needed, so you end up a schizoid mess. Invented in Babylon, you’re probably to blame for that tower story. However, crazy as you are, you’re much loved and appreciated, and remain actively in use by records keepers long after schools have switched to other languages.

Link: The Which Ancient Language Are You Test written by imipak on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

My goodness — that’s Frume Sarah to a tee 😉

Au Revoir!

Wednesday, 25 July 2007

600 French Jews have just landed in Israel. Amazing. What does it say about the climate in France that such a large number have fled? Is it possible that the country that introduced the concept of emancipation to western civilization is no longer a hospitable home for Jews??

The 10th of Av

Wednesday, 25 July 2007

Today is the 10th of Av which means that yesterday was the 9th of Av. This is signficant if you are one of the millions of Jews who observes Tisha b’Av. As a staunch Reform Jew, I follow the practice of our Movement not to mark this day in any official capacity. Our Movement certainly does not deny the existence or significance of the Temple. However, we do not actively seek its restoration. Nor do we view ourselves as living in Exile, praying fervently for the return to the land. There was a time that the Reform movement so completely rejected any theology connected with the Temple that that some Reform Jews, as did 19th century Rabbi David Einhorn, actually observed Tisha b’ Av as a celebratory festival, crediting the destruction of the Temple and the subsequent exile of the Jews with enabling the Jewish people to survive and become “a light unto the nations,” as prophesied in the Book of Isaiah (42:6 and 49:6). The Movement clearly does not take this approach in current times.

I remain conflicted. For one thing, our rejection of this somber day is just one more element that separates us from the rest of the community. Furthermore, I increasingly struggle with my own sense of exile and wonder if rearing my children in a completely Jewish society would prevent them from feeling this sense of separateness that I so often feel. And so there are times that I believe that we ought to be praying for a return to our homeland.

I was not brought up marking the 9th of Av in any fashion. In fact, the only time I have observed this communal day of mourning is the year that I lived in Jerusalem. Although I was attending “Reform school” and our movement does not officially recognize this day, there is something about living in Jerusalem that makes this day seem so much more meaningful. It somehow made a great deal of sense as we sat in the courtyard of our school, reciting Eicha with the warm breeze carrying the Muslim call to prayer through the stone corridors.

I guess it isn’t so much that I believe that everyone should observe this day. At the very least, however, I think that all Jews should know its history and be aware of its significance to others. One of my friends reminded me of an incident that occurred three summers ago at our local JCC on the 17th of Tammuz — another fast day that Reform Jews do not observe. . Unable to convince the JCC to close the Cafe, the mashgiach made us put a sign up on Tammuz 17 saying “Beware – this is a FAST DAY ” as if that would have stopped anyone from eating!! My friend (Hi C!!) suggested that I make this a teachable moment and I placed table tents on all the tables with an explanation of the day. In no way implying that anyone should change their behaviour. Just as a way of teaching more about Jewish life.

So it is the 10th of Av. Tisha b’Av 5767 has come and gone. But perhaps you might consider how it can impact your religious life when it rolls around next year — starting at sundown, August 9, 2008.

Still Reading…

Tuesday, 24 July 2007

I’m about 28 chapters into HP7 so I’d better get reading.

I’ll post tomorrow…