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God philosophy

G-d does not want to be believed in,to be debated and defended by us, but simply to be realized through us. ~Martin Buber

How’s your summer been? I’ve had an amazing summer filled with lots of learning and new songs, not to mention the fabulous weather here in New Jersey. I attended Ruach Ha-aretz and studied philosophy with Rabbi Laura Duhan Kaplan. Reb Laura is among the most skilled teachers I’ve met, and studying with her was absolute joy. We studied God concepts of medieval philosophies of various faiths, notably Ibn Gabirol, Aristotle & Plato, Saint Anthony, Maimonides among others. It turns out that every of these philosophers despised anthropomorphic representations of G-d! God is just something really different from this. Following the Middle Ages, Reb Laura taught, some faiths got busy honing down a creed of what their folks should believe about God. This didn’t happen in Judaism, possibly due to lack of center after Jerusalem destroyed. So is it better to leave the question of G!d’s nature unspoken and unexplored? I find this to often be the case in synagogues. This is not a good thing. The assumption is that when I say G!d, I mean the big guy with the white beard (and white skin) in the sky. The pediatric, incredibly anthropomorphic, white, male-centered myth that some folks believe in, (or so I’m told). Reb Zalman z”l in Jewish with Feeling said “that G-d that you don’t believe in, I don’t believe in either!” It’s so important to try, to struggle with the concept of God to to even begin any sort of spiritual conversation. At the end of the week in philosophy class, each student wrote down a personal concept of God, three of which were chosen (by one of us) to act out a God panel. We grilled one “God” who was “beyond understanding” and that actor replied in ways we could not understand! It was so much fun, so cathartic. I asked Reb. Laura “can we do this in real life?” and she replied, “don’t we?”
So I am taking the time to express my understanding of the inexpressible, undefinable, which is God. Now, I realize my concept may differ from yours, which is OK. But to shy from the attempt and the struggle is not OK, and to strive is perhaps quite ennobling: after all, it was the obsession of all those philosophers.
God is the Relational, Creative Power of the Universe.
I know this because:
in science, it is simple fact that when components of any system (creature, atom, etc) come into proper relationship, new levels of existence appear. One Biology text I use terms this “emergent properties”, which makes it appear not to be the total and complete magic that it is. There simply is a “thing” in the universe, which is creative, but only operates when things are interacting with one another properly.
So that hamster which died a moment ago has all the same organs, tissues, cells, DNA, proteins, etc as it did before, but they are no longer interacting as they were. And so the feature “life” is no longer present. Wow. Life is what happens in the space between. And all existence. Yes, the entropy inexorably  pulls on it, until the hamster dies, but its life was an incredibly unlikely, outrageous event in the first place. As is consciousness, and family and community and love.
And what is Torah if not an expounding of what is proper relationship? Sometimes it’s a lesson in what not to do, a cautionary tale.  But “all its paths are peace”, as my teacher, Eleanor Epstein reminded me: you’re just interpreting incorrectly if the path leads elsewhere. So what is this relationship that Torah instructs us in?  Always it is love. Between humans, between humans and creation, between humans and this creative thread that runs through the universe we call God.
You cannot see love, or relationship, or interaction between parts. But you can experience these things, and know that existence depends upon it, and, as the second half of Adon Olam tells us, resonate with God and be strengthened by the connection. The whole universe is within us: in our materials, in our energy, and in the potential to be loving and creative as God is.  Without this the universe is unrelieved entropy, which is the thing that makes time move only forward, and forests burn, and the glass shatter into a thousand pieces, and hearts as well.
So, for me, God has been the Relational, Creative Power of the Universe.
I could abbreviate it RCPU. But I’ll just call it God. (or Love?)

What’s your concept or code word for God?



Have you heard the news? I woke up this morning! Oh, you too? I imagine you’re calling me daft or a Polyanna right about now. Can you even imagine David Letterman’s retort: “so congrats, you have awakened to a world and a life full of troubles”.  I saw a news clip about Letterman Monday night: apparently it’s nine years since he survived a quintuple bi-pass. To mark the anniversary, he brought his wife and absolutely beautiful 5 year old son to the studio. “I think my life was spared so I could be a part of this little guy’s life,” he said of his son. Wow, from the king of sarcasm himself. It’s true that when we survive something like that we are more intensely aware and grateful for life’s small gifts. That’s the essence of the Modeh ani prayer, the one we say upon waking. Yes, life’s sweeter from attitude of gratitude as you open your eyes and reach for that cup of tea, and your child’s hand. Our tradition understands the fragility of life, each day an unlikely gift. But this prayer has a surprise ending: that our life’s been spared, gifted to us today because God believes in me and you and in the tasks we’ve awakened to do. To be a part of a child’s life, to smile and to help and to love. God believes in us with a great faith – Raba emunatecha – the proof is that, as unlikely as it seems, you’ve awakened. What if you awoke each morning to this mantra of gratitude, how it could transform!
Adapted from Todd Herzog’s Tov L’hodot
Alarm clock in the morning gets me out of bed
As I wake to face another hectic day
no time for hesitation, too much work ahead
but in the midst of all the chaos & the strife
I must learn to count the blessings in my life
Modah ani, I won’t take these gifts for granted
Modah ani, now I see the world anew
Modah ani, friends and family bring laughter to my soul
and my life would have no meaning without You

Sunset on the mountain, a simple melody
The freedom that I have to make my way
A newfound inspiration, a different way to see
now Your kindness warms me in the morning light
and I am shielded from the darkness of the night
The world around me opens up and lets me in
like a mystery I finally understand
So I raise up my voice and sing out to the skies
when I realize how fortunate I am!


What are the very first memories in your life?  One of my earliest memories is getting lost as a toddler. I had crossed the street, apparently, and that side was completely unfamiliar, I was terrified, disoriented. But then, out of nowhere, my Dad rescued me, he was wearing a colored polo shirt. I remember how relieved I felt.  He’s gone now, but that memory connects me to my younger self, and to him.

What do I remember? Who am I?  Perhaps these are two questions are really one in the same. It’s not my physical being that’s constant in the “me” throughout the years.  All my atoms and molecules are daily exchanged with those of my surroundings. My skin’s surface renews every six weeks, my blood cells every hundred days or so, skeleton every three years. I’m  not my job, or my home town,… though I might describe myself that way, they might change tomorrow. So what am I? More than anything it is my memories that tie me to all my yesterdays going all the way back to my  childhood, to all the people I’ve know, the values I cherish, the dreams I’ve had.   David Wilcox nails this link of identity and memory in The Farthest Shore

There is a rare group of individuals with super-memory ability. They can remember most of the hours of each day of their life, as I found out from Sixty Minutes last week   Some enjoyed this super memory as a blessing, but some found it a burden: reliving the emotion of difficult memory, of being different from everyone else. Most of us are very choosy in the moments we remember.Check out National Geographic’s Brain Games on Memory for some fun activities and insights. But how does our brain decide which moments, which sensory inputs to archive in memory? It turns out that our memory decider, the hippocampus, is part of the Limbic system, our emotional brain. In other words, emotional content of an experience decides whether the event becomes archived. Which makes a lot of sense from a survival perspective, so we can avoid the terrifying bear in that cave down the road! What does it mean to learn or remember? Memory means strengthening connections between neurons until the pathway’s automatic and guaranteed, given the correct prompt or access.
Access: I always say I can’t remember my dreams, but if I write it down and peek when I wake up, I’ll say “oh yeah” and it comes flooding back. So both access and emotional import are needed for memory
An adorable, lovely song which illustrates how emotion and memory are linked : Why Can’t I forget

Among the most troubling aspects of emotion and memory is PTSD. An intensely emotional event is seared into memory so that a trauma is relived. Memory becomes more real than now, with the power to steal the life of the present. But sometimes normally I live in memory and day dreams.

The opposite problem of forgetting is even more devastating, from the amnesia of brain injury to the soul stealing plague of dementia and Alzheimer’s disease. This disease takes away the ability to make new memories, and further, the brain tissue in which our memories are stored is progressively destroyed. We forget our self, our family, the meaning of …everything. I think it’s safe to say, we simply are our memories.

Finally, memory is wrapped up in time itself! Perhaps moments are eternal, as Einstein suggests: there simply is a fabric of space-time.  But since we can no longer experience these moments, their only proof is in our memory, and they way those moments continue to impact us today. “Teach us to number our days” says the psalmist, to grow wise in heart. Perhaps archiving our days deepens their meaning, and our connections.

“What’s love got to do with it?” Sang Tina Turner
“What’s love but a second hand emotion?..
What’s love but a sweet old fashioned notion”
There’s a new club on campus, just a handful of kids, who are dissatisfied with their learning bundled into neat little courses, and seek the wisdom of looking at the spaces between the disciplines. The kid who started the club was my student last term, one of those brilliant, curious, inspiring young people it’s just an honor to meet! Anyway the topic he wants to explore is a classic:  “Love”. Originally for Valentine’s Day week, it’s been postponed to now, early April because their life “stuff” got in the way of the planned schedule. But now it’s spring, a time we traditionally read from Song of Songs, and it seems just perfect timing.
I’m one of the two presenters, and I am hoping that because of the interdisciplinary theme, they won’t mind if I merge the science with music and a children’s book!
Back to Tina Turner:
Love’s definitely a first hand emotion, strongly controlled by several hormones, for the various types of love
Oxytocin: released by the pituitary commands a new mom to fall helplessly in love with her newborn, and facilitates breast feeding.
Sex hormones for eros, of course.
Dopamine for the type of love which is addictive, that spurs uncontrollable desire.
Definitely a first hand emotion.
As for the “sweet old fashioned notion” which praises lust and belittles love in Tina’s song, consider this: Many animals, Tigers, for example, mate and separate, leading a solitary lives, but lone humans and our infants are helpless. Humans are very social, and our young require an enormous time commitment compared to other mammals, the kind that requires love and altruism for family and group survival.

In a song called “Love will show the way” Dave Wilcox presents a fabulous argument that love is far more than a sweet old fashioned notion.

You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason to believe
that the world could ever change, you say that love is foolish to believe in, ’cause there’ll always be some crazy, with an army or a knife, to take away your daydream, put the fear back in your life…” Then David riffs off of Macbeth: all the world’s a stage…
“It is love that mixed the mortar and it’s love that stacked these stones, and it’s love that built the stage here, though it looks like we’re alone. In this scene set all in shadows, like the night is here to stay, there is evil cast around us, but it’s love that wrote the play, and in this darkness love will show the way”

And David’s right – love has built us. It may seem inadequate at times, but it did get us here!
And love is one of those things that exists in the space between, more than the sum of its parts, right up the alley of this club.  In a sweet children’s story, the Velveteen rabbit, the love of a child turns a beloved stuffed bunny real. The bunny becomes shabby from use, and is finally consumed in flame because it’s a mass of scarlet fever germs. It only then becomes real. Life consumes us too. Perhaps love’s the more powerful reality which transcends our “flash in the pan” lives. Though insubstantial, it can make our lives real with meaning.
Finally, the musical “Rent” is playing on campus this week. In Rent’s most famous song, Seasons of Love “how do measure a year in the life? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, in inches, in miles in laughter in strife, in, 525,600 minutes, how do you measure a year in the life? How about love?” Suggests Larson. A good question!300px-The_Velveteen_Rabbit_pg_1

Goodbye Papa Jacob. Vayechi

Papa, Can You Hear Me? , sang Barbara Streisand in the movie Yentl, after her father dies. I remember everything you taught me, every book I ever read,…Papa how I love you,… miss you, she sings. And so her father is very much with her, in spirit and influence, though he is gone. Her Papa’s willingness to educate his daughter, imparting learning, and the love of learning changes everything for Yentl.   And so it is with, not only our fathers, but those teachers who have changed our lives. Which brings us to this week’s Torah portion, Vayechi, which means “and he lived”, but is really about the end of Jacob’s life and his death.
It is also the end of an era, the end of Genesis. Never again will there be Patriarchs. The foundation of the nation of Israel has been set in human flesh and family and will become the stuff of legend. The twelve tribes are set in the heavens as the twelve signs of the zodiac. I visited the Synagogue near Beit She-an and saw the mosaics of the twelve tribes – each with its symbol: Judah is the lion, perhaps Leo. This astrology is controversial, but primal, symbolic images will prevail as papa Jacob/Israel blesses his sons.
But Jacob’s death is also personal, it is our papa Jacob who dies: we are his children, the children of Israel
And his grandchildren – for the first time Grandparent/grandchild interaction happens in Torah, in this incredibly moving encounter between Jacob with Joseph’s sons Ephraim and Menasseh.
This final part of the saga begins as Jacob, who has come to Egypt and met with Pharoah, and lived her 17 years, is sick. This is first mention of illness ever. According to Talmud, (Baba Metzia 87a) Jacob actually prays that illness should come before death. Joseph is told “your father is ill, you need to go to him. And so Joseph goes and brings his boys . They are announced, and Jacob pulls his strength together, sits up on the bed, and begins to speak of the old times. God appeared to me in Luz, in Canaan and blessed me saying I would become a Kahal of people and that this land would belong to my descendants. As for me, I miss my Rachel, your mamma, I loved her so, but she died on me. Ah, who are these children?
“They are my sons, my Abba, whom God has given me:” And Jacob’s eyes are heavy with age, and he cannot see.. I never even prayed to see your face again, and now God has let me see not just you, but your children also.
Did you notice something mysterious here? How can Jacob see them, “he cannot see”! Obviously with Grandpa-eyes.

And Joseph released his sons and bowed to the ground. And Grandpa Jacob Sent out (Yishlach) his hand to the boys to change family history
This “sending out” to touch is going to connect these two generations in a powerful way. Once before a Father “Yishlach” sent out, his hand, but that was Abraham on the verge of slaughtering his son.
Now a grandfather is sending out his hand to bless and he’s going to cross his hands on purpose (sikel et yadav – with wisdom in his hands) to bless the younger with the favored right hand over the left. Joseph thinks it’s a mistake, and tries to correct his Dad: “I know, my son, I know” Jacob repeats. And in one motion reverses a mistake of three generations. Always the younger battled and fought to gather blessings that belonged to the elder. But these boys will not fight. They will be blessed only because they are treasured Grandsons. It’s Ok Joseph, the older will be great too, but this younger one will be better. And always will my name live in Israel, and that of my fathers, Abe and Isaac, and they will bless their sons saying May you be like Ephraim and Menasseh. And we do, Always bless the children!
In a way the crossing of the hands is a distraction to the real truth, which is: we always bless our children, all of them, not just the elder, so they know, we love them because they are our beautiful children.
Oh, by the way, do they have to look beautiful physically? (See Grandpa eyes above)
Jacob has taught his children and grandchildren – in his actions, in an action that carries down in tradition today. Jacob will continue to give advice to all his sons as the portion continue. Perhaps he also blessed Dina, but his daughter’s blessing is lost to history.  And Jacob asks to be buried in Canaan, as will Joseph, (and no others).  The funeral takes weeks to march the body down. I imagine the sons looking up at the desert night air, looking for their papa’s star, as Yentl does.
I touch the future, I teach, the immortal Krista MacCauliff wrote,
Whether we have biological children or not, the ripples of our teaching reach into future lives and ensures that a part of us can not die. Yakov, is every Grandpa and teacher, but also fixer of mistakes of the past generations, sending out a hand to the next generation to heal.
As I look at the night sky, I remember always my beautiful grandparents, my father, and those others who’ve taught me so much. “The stars that light up the darkest nights, are the lights that guide us, “ wrote Channah senesh. (Yeish Kochavim)

It is customary upon completing a book of the Torah to chant Chazak, “be strong, be strong, and strengthen one another”  In Dan Nichol’s Chazak, another connection: Torah strengthens by teaching us just as Papa Jacob and Yentl’s papa strengthen by teaching.
Rafael Ramos died last week, father of two boys – who look just like their Dad. I dedicate this effort to them. Rafael was studying for the chaplaincy in the NYPD, and his name means “God heals”, and may God indeed heal the boys’ hearts.  May all our fathers’ and teachers’ memories be for blessing. CHAZAKChimera_(PSF)


Did you ever have to do this: to muster the courage to stand and speak and plead your case? I was once a VERY nervous (now just a little nervous) public speaker. I watch people really suffer to stand up to be seen and heard.  Now kick it up one step: imagine drawing up close to some powerful world leader to offer your words and perhaps your life.

The Torah portion begins with the key word as Judah “draws near” to Joseph: Vayigash – to approach or draw near. This word is repeated five times in the parashah, and repeated more with the grandchildren next week.
What does is really mean to draw near, as you come nose to nose with someone, what’s going through your head and heart?
The Talmud also asks about the full meaning of “vayigash” And three points of view are stated. you approach to fight, to reconcile or to pray. Rabbi Eleazar says all three are happening here with Judah. The approach is everything. This approach begins the climactic scene of the Joseph saga and one could argue all of Genesis.

Picture the scene; You are Judah in the royal court of a guy named Tzapenath panea, the most powerful Egyptian in the Empire. You are facing the starvation of your children, so you’ve come to buy food, and now you face the enslavement of a Brother. And not just any brother: Rachel’s other son, Dad’s other favorite. If anything happens to him, it will kill Dad. It’s dejavu, all over again. You’re scott free if you walk away, if you turn your back on Benjamin as you did to Joseph. Just ignore your Brotherhood, ignore your Father and the spoiled favorite gets what he deserves, and you are free: win/win. But you won’t do it this time. You will give up your very life so that it doesn’t. So you stand up and go nose to nose – approaching Tzapenath

Talk about hard times! From Joseph’s (aka Tzapenath’s) point of view his own brothers have sold him as a slave, and he was later imprisoned, accused of a rape he did not commit. Never giving up faith, Joseph rises from the pit to rule Egypt with a dream interpretation and a plan to feed the world. Right now he’s facing down these same scum brothers.
Joseph is testing them big time, setting them up: has slipped his silver divining cup into Ben’s sack.
“I will take only this guilty man as my prisoner, the rest of you are free to go in peace to your father”
Now these same brothers had sold Joseph as a slave from jealousy and hatred. “behold, this master of dreams comes, let us kill him! Would they walk away without their brother? These brother’s hands are blood stained. Yet Judah steps up.

So what does Judah say? He recaps for Joseph and quotes father Jacob who is reluctant to let Benjamin go at all: “I had another son by his mother (Rachel) but he “went out” from me became “torn, ripped” If he loses Benjamin he will die grieving. Judah explains Jacob’s soul is bound up in Benjamin’s. To step out, to be torn, Why does Judah recount this: maybe he knows that what we need is to draw close, to love, to have our souls bound up as the text so beautifully paints
And finally Judah speaks the closer – offering himself as servant, let the boy return to Dad with his brothers.

What changed Judah? What gave him the courage to stand up, to speak up, to approach power? To say he was wrong, and put his own life on the line? What do you think?

Torah doesn’t say, but a clue in the story of a woman injected into the story seemingly at random. Her name is Tamar, and she is Judah’s daughter in law, marrying his eldest. Judah’s son dies. Levirate marriage was a law at that time. It says to the dead son’s family: don’t abandon this woman, but offer another son as bridegroom. Judah does, but Onan dies too. So Judah says to Tamar, just wait, hang out in limbo for my third son. Judah’s scared to lose a third son, so he’s lying. Tamar ends up tricking Judah into fulfilling his obligation to provide her with and children by disguising herself and sleeping with Judah himself, becoming pregnant with twins. When Judah finds out Tamar’s pregnant he orders her killed. Tamar proves Judah’s the dad, and reminds him of his obligation to provide her with a family. And Judah say’s “I’m wrong, Tamar is right” He is able to see Tamar’s point of view.
Perhaps Judah’s change of heart begins from loving and losing sons. At first he sees only his own heartbreak. Now he sees Tamar’s heartbreak of never being able to have sons. And finally he can see his Father’s heartbreak at losing Joseph and the possibility of losing Benjamin. “Their souls are bound up with one another” He explains to Joseph. And he honors his father, and both brothers by offering his own life and freedom.
Would you do it? Could you? I’m not a brave person by nature. As a Mom I know only fierce love could make me step up and put my own life down.

Joseph clears the court. Before he unmasks and reveals himself he cries. he releases pent up emotions with cries that are heard by all, (by Pharoah). Ani Yoseph ha-od avi chai? I am Joseph, does my father still live? This is the only part of Vayigash I’ve chanted, my favorite part, It reveals Joseph as a hero for forgiving his brothers, all of them as they pass his test. The powerful dreamer who has the strength to forgive. I’d never seen Judah as a hero until this time reading through. Perhaps I felt Judah was just a bully. I’m not so judgmental this time. Without Judah’s change and courage to approach the powerful and offer himself, we don’t exist.

So love transforms – the binding of souls from parents to children and back again. Perhaps Judah grew close to his sons and daughter in law and grandsons first but now Judah continues to draw close – in love to his father and brothers.

Incredible stories, our stories and heritage. I love stories. There’s an effort called storycorp to record people’s life stories that I’d love for us to get involved with. But are stories important to tell?

This week we look back on 2014 we know we living in troubling times. I need the hardest kind faith when faced with troubling times: to think that things will be OK. Where to find the strength? Perhaps knowing we’ve been there before. In this week’s Ten Minutes David Segal explains that stories of our families, and our people overcoming adversity give children resilience: the power to overcome the really hard times. I cannot mention Hurricane Sandy to my students in passing. They jump on the opening in the conversation to explain how they personally got through these times, and how they helped others. Their love of others inspired them to give, and that shining light lives alongside the hardships in their memory. I am sure they will tell those stories to their children. As I hope they will tell the story of Joseph and Judah, and the power of soul binding love to stand up and approach powerful forces face to face.

And so one more story about a young British / Israeli woman named Kay Wilson. (Full text in the link) She is a British-born Israeli tour guide, jazz musician and cartoonist. She is the survivor of a brutal terror attack that occurred while she was guiding in December 2010. Since the attack, she is in a demand as a motivational speaker and also speaks on issues of human rights and justice for victims of terrorism. Just a bit of her words here:

I believe with an imperfect faith that the question is not “why” did this happen to me, but rather “how” can I incorporate this grisly event into the rhythm of my life in a manner that guards me from becoming like those who tried to murder me.
…I believe with an imperfect faith that waking up every day in mental and physical pain is better than not waking up at all.
I believe with an imperfect faith in the importance of making a phone call, just to hear someone’s voice.
I believe with an imperfect faith that life is rushing outside when it starts to rain.
I believe with an imperfect faith that life is making someone giggle.
I believe with an imperfect faith in acknowledging the future but living in the present.
I believe with an imperfect faith in accepting the past but embracing the now.
I believe with an imperfect faith that life is too short to bear a grudge…..
I believe with an imperfect faith in living my life with gratitude.
I believe with an imperfect faith that every single moment is a miracle.
I believe with an imperfect faith that my broken and battered body serves both as a testimony and also a warning, of where hate speech can lead.

Like Joseph, Kay is a dreamer, of the world as it can be. Like Joseph, Kay harnesses the power of that dream to have the faith of hope and optimism. I wrote this little chant last year using Emily Dickenson’s poem in memory of Nelson Mandela, but offer it here for Kay’s story. Listen here


Vayishlach: Jacob’s Prayer


I have a little brother, well he’s big now, and when we were kids we’d sometimes wrestle -little kid fights. They were intense, but we were basically allies in our little world, and I was really glad to have him as a buddy.  We got together as many families did for Thanksgiving last week. And though we did not return to our childhood home, there was a returning, in a way, to a family that once was together.  In the Torah this week, a primal tale of Brothers, twins actually, and of returning home to the Promised Land.

Biblical Jacob is called to return home in this week’s Torah reading, after many years away. But  the way home is very hard, fraught with dangers from seeds he himself planted, from the bratty, grabbing punk kid he used to be. His twin brother, Esau is headed his way with 400 armed men at the very same time Jacob has decided to return!For more on the story check out Home

And so from Jacobs lips a prayer enters Torah:  “Please, Save me!” he cries. A petitionary prayer, one of very few whose words are recorded in Torah. His life began in a parents’ prayer to conceive, but the words of that prayer are lost. During pregnancy, Rivka sought God again, to know the meaning of her life in bringing these twins into the world, “If it’s like this, why am I here?” she asks. And now Jacob’s amazing prayer. He prays for salvation from from the hand of his twin brother. In this powerful narrative a terrified Jacob is returning to The Promised Land after many years raising a family far away. In fear, Jake has splits his camp – separating his wives and children so his brother cannot destroy all.  Jacob has been in trouble before, and in response, he fled, or found a way to outsmart his brother, to grab, to win. But Jacob has changed, his arrogance transformed to humility. For the first time he feels fear, and feels small and unworthy. He identifies his life with “mother and child” in his family. Is it possible love for his family has transformed him? With loved ones in danger, Jake’s response is this prayer.  He prays for “atzilut” freedom, NOT VICTORY perhaps for the first time in his life. What happens next is surreal. A mysterious stranger wrestles with him until dawn, ripping Jacob’s hip from his socket. What kind of answer to a prayer is this? Perhaps a brilliant one. Limping,  and offering many gifts, Jacob is seen, not as a threat, or a scoundrel, but as a true brother. Jake gets a new name: Yisrael meaning either “Struggle with God, or God Rules”, for, the wrestler declares: you have struggled with creatures Divine and Human, and prevailed.  Ironic, that true freedom from fear and from fighting with his brother can only be won in this divine wrestling match. But it works: the wrestling, the prayer. No longer fighting, Esau embraces his twin, and so embraces us, the children of Yisrael.
Could this be a lesson on how to achieve peace with humility? or on what it really means to be free? The prophet Micah spoke of a time when “all shall sit under their vine and fig tree, and no one will make them afraid” (4:4) Perhaps release from fear is the ultimate salvation.
What did Jacob’s Prayer sound like? Perhaps this: Imagine Jacob at the campfire at sunset, explaining what’s happening to his beloved Rachel.
JACOB’S PRAYER Listen to the Audio
You must go now, he can not find you here.
It’s I alone must stay behind, it’s clear….
Do you remember how we met, my sweet Rachel?
When I pushed that boulder off the well?
The Kiss, that cry, that rose to the sky; Entangling our destiny?
Now my very life is in your eyes, and with all the children by my side
Fear swallows me, I am unworthy; By mother and child, my brother will kill me   
Please, God, Deliver me, hatzileni na m’yad Achi!
Please, Deliver me.
From my fear and from brother’s hand, set me free!

Who am I, am I the truth or the lie?
The child of Abraham and Isaac am I.
Am I the dreamer, of a ladder to the sky,
Or the deceiver, stealing blessings from the blind?
Believer in promises, I must now return to Canaan land
It is so dark, the hour of demons, heed!
Who goes there now? What do you want of me?
I will fight with all my might.
I’ll keep you back and hold on tight
I won’t let you go, though day may break
You can turn my Pain to blessings great.
You will be born anew this day, a new name now is yours
Yisrael, as you struggle with God,
You know truth and justice will prevail
A broken heart & limping pace; can help you find your brother’s embrace
He’s a child of prophecy too, born of momma Rivka just as you.

*An American tale: There once was a girl who toiled, poor, and unhappy on her family farm. She dreamed of a far off place of wonderful riches. Following her dream she journeys along a road. Beset with terrible obstacles, she rises to each challenge, with the help of friends along the way. Her friends teach her great things, such as *”a heart is not judged by how much one is loved, but by how much one loves others” and that “true courage is facing danger when you are afraid” and that true smarts comes from experience, not brains. When she finally arrives, she discovers the true secret: that the greatest treasures lie back in the direction she came from. She must return home to find her heart’s desire in family and friends. I think maybe Jacob learns those same lessons as he returns to the promised land. What do you think?  From Thanksgiving to Oz, from Haran to Promised Land, Love transforms, and it’s always family you return to.

Above, Passover at my brother’s house, where we spent Thanksgiving.

(*Oh, of course, it is from L. Frank Baum’s Wonderful Wizard of Oz.)

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