First Sermon in Elgin. Rosh Hodesh Elul

Hineini. I am here. Today I stand before you humbled. You have chosen me to be your rabbi. It is a humbling feeling. I pray that I am worthy of your respect.

Today is Rosh Hodesh Elul. A mere month to Rosh Hashanah, the Rosh Hodesh of Rosh Hodeshes, the head of the year. Now I am beginning to think that G0d has a sense of humor. The last time that I gave a d’var Torah here, back in March, it was Rosh Hodesh Nisan, just before Passover. Both are about preparing. Both are about a new year. Passover is the anniversary of the exodus from Egypt, and about spring, rebirth, renewal and a new agricultural planning. Nisan has come to be about preparing our homes and ridding them of hamatz. It is physically demanding. And while people have tried to write a spiritual layer into it about how ridding ourselves of hamatz is like getting rid of the puffed upness, tell that to someone who is in the middle of moving the refrigerator to clean under it or up in the attic trying to bring down the Passover dishes. Moving to Elgin has seemed like Passover cleaning on steroids. It was physically demanding and exhausting. I am looking forward to a Shabbat afternoon nap. But there were special moments along the way. For instance when we were drivng here this week we saw an Elgin truck and the Elgin furniture company somewhere along Interstate 90. That made this move seem beshert, destined. Even more so through this process people have done such very nice things for the Kleins, old, long time friends in Chelmsford and new friends here in Elgin.

Today is Rosh Hodesh Elul, again about preparing. This preparation is more of a spiritual preparation so that we are ready to meet the new year. It is one of reviewing the past year and committing to make changes in the new. It is about doing “teshuva”, repentance, returning. It is about repairing relationships, with ourselves, with our friends, famly and community and with G-d. It too is hard work and that is why the calendar gives us 40 days until Yom Kippur. We’ll talk more about this in the weeks to come.

Today our Torah portion comes from Deuteronomy. This is Moses’s farewell address. He knows he is not going into the Promised Land and he is recapping what the Israelites have to do. It outlines the covenant between the Israelites and G-d. A covenant is a contract. If you do X then I will do Y. If the Israelites do X then G-d will be their G-d, go with them, give them rest, protect them, bring them rain in its season, and bring them into the land of Israel that G-d promised to their ancestors Abraham Isaac and Jacob.to

Today’s parsha teaches us that we should not add anything to the law nor subtract from it. This is a congregation that through its visioning process is a congregation in transition. Some members are excited about this process and some are worried. Where is the rock that they have stood on for so many years, even for thousands of years. This parsha reprises all of the laws of kashrut, something this congregation has reaffirmed as part of its vision process. This rabbi has not come to town to change all that, but rather to build on the solid foundation that is already here.

Hiring a rabbi is a lot like having a covenant. A covenant is like a contract, legally binding. If you do X then I will do Y. The nitty gritty of that is in the formal contract, elegantly negotiated by Malcolm, Mark and Dale. But there is more to a rabbi’s contract than the financial terms and job descriptions.

So here is my proposed covenant with Congregation Kneseth Israel.
If
I promise:
To be patient and compassionate. To be slow to anger.
To approach the task of being a rabbi with joy and enthusiasm.
To laugh at my mistakes and have a sense of humor
To be present. To listen attentively
To guide you and meet people where they are
I promise to make halachic decisions carefully and thoughtfully with the knowledge and understanding of 5000 years of tradition
I promise to continue to learn
I promise to create, together with you a place where people feel welcomed, a safe non-judgmental space where people can explore their Judaism in all of its myriad facets
I promise to be visible to the Elgin community and to promote Congregation Kneseth Israel, to be a good role model for our kids
I promise to teach and to learn, to preach and lead discussions that are meaningful and enable us all to grown.
I promise to do Tikkun Olam, gathering the sparks together, in myself, with our community and the wider world so that the world will be a better place.

What I want from you is similar
To listen openly, attentively and honestly
To laugh at my mistakes and help me correct them
To be patient, especially as I and my family settle in
To create community where people feel welcomed, cared for and loved in a safe, non-judgmental space.
To become life long learners
To create meaningful observance, rituals and celebrations
To be willing to share deeply from yourselves to enrich all of us emotionally, spiritually and physically.

Then we will have created a partnership, a covenant, like G-d and the people of Israel.

Will there be glitches along the way? Probably. We are all human. I promise to try and resolve misunderstandings quickly so that feelings don’t fester. I promise to own my mistakes and apologize when necessary. I promise to

The words of the Hininini prayer that our cantorial soloist will sing in just a short month are particularly apt today. This is Rabbi Rachel Barenblatt, the Velveteen Rabbi’s translation with my emendations.

Here I stand painfully aware of my flaws 
quaking in my shoes and in my heart.
I’m here on behalf of this holy kahal, congregation, assembly of kneseth Israel 
even though the part of me that’s quick to judge myself says I’m not worthy to lead them.
All creation was nurtured 
in Your compassionate womb! God of our ancestors, help me as I call upon your mercy.
Don’t blame this community for the places where I miss the mark in my actions or my heart, in my thoughts or in our davening.
Each of us is responsible for her own teshuvah. Help us remember that 
without recriminations.
Accept my prayer
as though I were exactly the leader
this community needs in this moment, as though my voice never faltered.
Free me from my own baggage
that might get in the way.
See us through the rose-colored glasses
of Your mercy.
Transform our suffering into gladness.
Dear One, may my prayer reach You
wherever You are
for Your name’s sake.
All praise is due to You, Dear One
Who hears the prayers of our hearts

May it be so and may this be a season of growth, renewal, smooth transitions, reconciliations and teshuva. Then when we enter the new year in a month it will indeed be a sweet new year for each of us and for the community.
Ken yehi ratzon.

Houses

I am very grateful. Relieved. We rented a house this weekend in our new community. It is light, bright, airy. It had everything we wanted, and then some. It is in safe neighborhood with nice neighbors. It has a backyard that abuts wetlands. It is very pretty. It wasn’t easy to find this gem. What this means is we are very fortunate, probably even lucky. We are in better shape than most people in the world. Continue reading

Tisha B’av and Hope

Today is Tisha B’av. The saddest day on the Jewish calendar. Tradition teaches us that today both the First and Second Temple were destroyed.

Friday night, as is traditional for Shabbat, we took a break from mourning. We celebrated, we laughed and we cried. Temple Emanuel of the Merrimack Valley hosted a potluck dairy dinner and Shabbat service in honor of my husband Simon, my daughter Sarah, and me. We led the service, we shared memories, we ate yummy food. We have called Temple Emanuel an improbable community. That was evident on Friday. In the middle of the summer, over 80 people showed up. Jews from five or six congregations and differing levels of practice and observance, Catholics, Protestants, Muslims. Continue reading

Tomatoes

Every now and then I am struck by a little, simple moment. This week it was a tomato, fresh picked from the CSA. The house is a mess. Filled with boxes. A friend was over to pack. We ordered a pizza and made a salad. There is nothing like that first bite of a summer tomato. It drips with juice. It oozes flavor enhanced with just a pinch of salt. You can taste the sun and the earth. There is nothing quite like it and words do not do it justice. We paused. In the middle of packing and recited the Shehecheyanu—the prayer that thanks G-d for sustaining us and enabling us to reach this moment. Ah. Continue reading

Rosh Hodesh Av: More tears

This Shabbat we mark Rosh Hodesh Av, the first of the new month of Av. It also marks the beginning of Ramadan this year. To my Muslim friends I say Mubarak Ramadan. May Ramadan be for a blessing. Both Muslims and Jews use this fasting to enrich their observances. Jews fast on Tisha B’av for 24 hours. Muslims fast each day from sunrise to sunset. Both Muslims and Jews say, “Whoever saves a life, it is considered as if he saved an entire world.” Continue reading

Two Weddings

This past weekend we were privileged to attend two weddings. When I perform a wedding, I have the best view in the house, because I get to watch the couples’ smiles, their nervous laughter, and their deep love as they look into each others eyes. There is so much hope and optimism. It is one of the best parts of being a rabbi.

This weekend was no exception. Both brides looked beautiful, radiant. Both mothers had made handcrafted items, the first one the bride’s dress, the second one quilted centerpieces. Both ceremonies featured “Unity Candles”. Both used the same reading from the Ba’al Shem Tov, about light and couples coming together. Continue reading

A few tears

Candles and flowersI knew there would be tears. I just didn’t know when. This past Friday night we celebrated perhaps the last Kabbalat Shabbat in our house. Our daughter has been gifting herself with flowers on Friday since she returned from New York. The table was set with beautiful pink roses she chose in Energizer Rabbi pink, and a white tablecloth. We were using beeswax candles that she had made Continue reading

My father, the scientist

July 7th was my father’s birthday. He died in 1996 at age 63, far too young. I have been thinking about him all week. I wondered if he would be pleased that I am going back to Illinois to be a rabbi. I wondered what he would think about the new announcement from the physics world about finally seeing Higgs-Boson.

I remember fondly going with him to Northwestern Medical School to feed the sea urchins that were part of his research on olfactory. We would Continue reading

Courage


This week we read a portion from Numbers that included the scouts going into the land of Israel and coming back with a report. Ten of the scouts, sometimes called spies, made the land seem impossible. They were afraid. They said it couldn’t be done. The Israelites are murmuring. Maybe it would be better to go back to Egypt. Only two—Joshua and Caleb—thought otherwise; it was a good land, a land flowing with milk and honey. They had the courage to speak out. Continue reading