Monday, October 20, 2008

High Holidays

Happy New Year's 5769 everybody!

High Holidays this year kicked off in a fashion with Selichot Sept. 20. "But," ye well-informed protest, "Rosh Hashanah wasn't until Oct. 1, why the extra week?" Normally, Selichot would come on the Shabbat before Rosh Hashanah, it's true; but this year that would not have left enough time to prepare to repair and repent to God and on earth. So this year, when even the folks who were fired because they wouldn't stop saying "Merry Christmas" at Kmart were scratching their heads and saying "Mid-September Selichot?", candles were being lit and passed and professions of sins sung and chanted across the world. Here, we had the first go-around of the ashamnu, my favorite song from the machzor, singing: "Who are we? We're light and truth/ And infinite wisdom, eternal goodness/ Yet we've abused, we've betrayed/ We've been cruel, yes, we've destroyed...Wipe it out! Clean it out!/ Yes, throw it all out!" It's like the Jewish Renewal movement managed to combine the Catholic acknowledgement of guilt with the Unitarian forgiveness and acceptance...um, and then travel back in time hundreds of years to claim them in their own rituals.

By Rosh Hashanah (if you are reading this out loud, you get style points for putting the emphasis on the last syllable in most cases with the Hebrew words), the observant folks have a big jump on the "twice-a-year Jews" who don't start coming until the Erev or day of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. However, "twice-a-year" Jews are a different breed than their Christian counterparts. Aside from, in most cases, having to give up a day at work to come to synagogue, we are talking about marathon worship services complete with dancing, singing and fasting. If you show up early and stay late to help, you can get in as many hours on those two days as people in many denominations rack up in six months; throw in the Erev services and you've got a year's worth of summer-skipping Unitarian attendance lined up there. I remember as a child sitting in church and looking at Mom's watch so I could think to myself, "Sweet, only fifteen minutes to go until I can listen to the Pats pregame show" (for more on this check out Things Bucky Didn't Put on His Divinity School Application, Volume XII: When Spirit and Sports Collide.) Now, I go to church and mistake the Postlude for a landmark that there's only 10 hours left until the potluck.

About 3/4 of the way through Kol Nidre/Erev Yom Kippur (or 11/4 of my original estimation of the time), Rabbi Lerner followed my favorite machzor song, "To Dwell in the House of the Lord", with an explanation that to acknowledge our sins and ask for forgiveness was the true meaning of living in the Lord's house. He preached that not just a general prayer of atonement, but rather in-depth, specific contemplation of ways to be better people in our communities and our lives was what it meant to come closer to God (whatever one's conception Thereof may be). He enjoined each of us present to spend the time before sundown the next day praying in a very specific manner of examining our shortcomings and planning ways to do better by those around us. And to help those of us who get that "who, me?!" look every time sin is brought up, there was a list of things we as a community could atone for. These ranged from "for not helping singles we know to navigate the marketplace of relationships" (Will and I, in charge of passing out the forms, took a highlighter to this one in advance and wrote down his and Dan's phone numbers next to it), to "for not speaking out against the continued occupation of Iraq as effectively as we could have" (ditto- gotta cover all your bases).

Will and I finally stumbled home in the wee hours, he burdened with enough left-over salad greens to cleanse the collective GI tracts of the greater Milwaukee area, I with the beginnings of an upper respiratory infection. Still to come, however, was the Sukkot. Marvin, the Beyt Tikkun carpenter and guitarist, and others put together the outdoor dwelling, roofed with tree branches to let in the rain and a clear view of the sky, and hung with fruits and vegetables representing the harvest and the myriad ways that God provides. Ironically, the one day during which you are not supposed to come together in it during the week-long celebration is Shabbat, right when we did it; however, that injunction is based on the assumption that people will be carrying their esrogs to the Sukkot (carrying is one of the forms of work prohibited on Shabbat), and since Rabbi Lerner was clever enough to know none was actually going to bring an esrog we went ahead with it anyways (I mean, they're basically lemons that can cost up to $60, come on!)

But next year ought to be easier- High Holidays start yet another week earlier, so there will be less to atone for.

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