Kol Nidre 5786: Only Empathy Gives Birth to Hope--Combatting Christian Nationalism With Fierce Love

I am old enough to have lived through some contentious times.  In my boyhood, growing up ten minutes outside Washington, DC, I witnessed major protests over civil rights and Viet Nam. As a progressive student on a mostly conservative college campus in the early Reagan years, I experienced hard-fought battles over militarism, feminism and LGBTQ rights.  And throughout the four decades of my active rabbinate, I watched our country’s longstanding divides widen into chasms, fracturing families and cleaving communities.  

Yet even at the height of such strife, people across the religious and political spectrum overwhelmingly agreed that empathy is a virtue.  Despite our deep differences, Americans recognized concern for our fellow citizens as a nonpartisan common cause.  Democrats and Republicans, liberals and conservatives, Jews and Christians and Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, and atheists alike held (in theory, if not always in practice) that we should love our neighbors as our selves.  Thus George H.W. Bush made the case for a kinder, gentler nation while Barack Obama implored us to care for others, even if they don't look like you or talk like you or share your philosophy.

Alas, in a telltale sign of how profoundly cruel and crazy our culture has become, even that consensus has crumbled. Empathy is now a fiercely divisive subject, openly derided by the Christian nationalist preachers and politicians who wield enormous power in today’s America.  As Jews across the nation gather tonight for Kol Nidre, this should concern us gravely.

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My first experience with the anti-empathy crusade came at the end of 2024, when I participated in an interfaith panel discussion for mental health providers.  One by one, the panelists shared our traditions’ perspectives on mental health.  I listened as my Catholic, Mormon, Muslim, Buddhist and Presbyterian colleagues addressed the ways that faith can bolster compassionate community.  We all smiled, nodding in agreement—until the panel’s self-identified non-denominational evangelical indignantly denounced this sentiment as venomous, ungodly nonsense. 

His rant momentarily chilled the room, but the moderator quickly tacked to the next question and afterwards, I didn’t dwell on the matter much.  After nearly forty years as a rabbi, I’d seen my share of outbursts, so I took it as a one-off episode, a lone crank going off the rails. Uncomfortable but hardly indicative of a larger concern.

That all changed just a month later, after Bishop Marian Budde’s sermon at the National Cathedral’s inaugural prayer service.  Bishop Budde offered an eloquent call for unity, ending with a heartfelt plea to the new president to have mercy upon the most vulnerable among us, especially queer children and undocumented immigrants. She concluded with the classic biblical teaching on empathy, noting: Our God teaches us that we are to be merciful to the stranger for we were all once strangers in this land. 

The ensuing Christian Nationalist response to Bishop Budde’s talk uncannily echoed the words of my feverish interfaith panelist.  Their avalanche of condemnation focused on what they called “the sin of empathy,” which they angrily derided as a false gospel enabling a weak, feminine culture of coddling.  As an astute anonymous internet commentator observed: Budde became a perfect lightning rod because she was a woman in a leadership position in her church, carrying the mainstream Protestant message of kindness that the fundamentalist hard right furiously sought  to displace.

The critique did not end with Bishop Budde.  In the weeks following her homily, Elon Musk declared empathy “the fundamental weakness of Western civilization” and an NPR piece featuring a group of high-profile Christian conservatives sounded similar sentiments.  I quote:  “Empathy is dangerous. Empathy is toxic. Empathy will align you with hell.”  I realized that we are in the throes of a full-blown anti-empathy movement soon thereafter, upon reading a review of two popular new books: Joe Rigney’s The Sin of Empathy and Allie Beth Stuckey’s Toxic Empathy.  It’s no coincidence that both were published by an ultra-conservative press founded by Doug Wilson, the Moscow, Idaho Christian Nationalist preacher whose prominent disciples include Pete Hegseth and Tucker Carlson.  As the reviewer, Mona Mona notes: By creating a permission structure that enables followers to dismiss the concerns of certain groups and to dehumanize those perceived as “others,” such as LGBT individuals, immigrants, people of color, and women, this playbook lays the groundwork for an ethno-fascist state.

In other words, the radical right has declared war on empathy as part of its broader agenda to define America as a fundamentalist Christian nation.

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So how can we understand and respond to this assault?  We might begin by reiterating that it is steeped in misogyny.  The biblical Hebrew word for mercy, compassion, and empathy is rachamim, derived from the root rechem, meaning “womb.”  The classically feminine virtues that Christian nationalists derogate with such macho swagger are rooted in the love of a mother for her child, a relationship so foundational it is our tradition’s model for the Holy One’s love of humankind.  The anti-empaths’ sexist ideology poisons their humanity—an important reminder that to be anti-woman is ultimately, always, to be anti-humanist.  As Rev. Dana Colley Costello notes: Banishing empathy helps to harden the heart when migrant children are separated from their parents, when protesters and so-called “illegals” with suspect tattoos are snatched off our streets in broad daylight, when funding is slashed for food banks, healthcare, scientific research, and when attacks and erasure of diversity, equity, and inclusion continue under the guise of meritocracy when it’s really disguised white supremacy.

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To stand against empathy is to oppress women and diminish humanity.  It is also to spit, as it were, in the face of God.  During these Days of Awe, we petition the Holy One as El Rachum v’Chanun—Source of Endless Mercy.  When we repeatedly plea for forgiveness on Yom Kippur, we ask God to leave the heavenly throne of judgment and occupy, instead, the seat of compassion and lovingkindness.  Indeed, in a poignant metaphor humanizing the Holy One, our Sages dare to imagine that even God offers up prayers.  Which, of course, leads them to the obvious question: What words, exactly, might the Creator of the Universe pray?  To which the Talmud boldly answers: יהיו לרצון—May it be My will that My quality of compassion prevails over My attribute of strict justice. (BT Brachot 7a). 

The Holy One prays, as it were, for empathy.  Compassion is the essence of divinity.

Or, to put it bluntly, in the absence of empathy, there is no God.

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Nor are there any true Jews, for our tradition defines us as Rachamim b’nai Rachamim—Compassionate Children of the Compassionate One.  As Bishop Budde recognized, our foundational credo is: Do not oppress the stranger, for you know the heart of the stranger, having yourselves been strangers in the Land of Egypt.  Judaism is, first and foremost, a path of empathy.

Which brings me to the Yiddish version of rachamim, or motherly love: rachmones.  In her short essay, “Embracing The Rachmones Challenge” actor Dani Klein writes: For those for whom Yiddish is not a second language, or even a third or fourth, rachmones is defined by four words: mercy, compassion, forgiveness and empathy.  That’s what Yom Kippur calls us to summon tonight and throughout the weeks and months to come, even though—or better, precisely because—it has become so counter-cultural in today’s America.  Now, more than ever, we need mercy, compassion, forgiveness, and empathy—for our loved ones, our friends and neighbors, our Jewish community, our battered yet still beautiful world.  And no less surely, for ourselves.  The past year has been brutal and we all, to some extent, carry its trauma in our bodies and souls.  We do not know what 5786 will bring but right now it feels scary and uncertain.  So have rachmones—listen with lovingkindness—to your heart, and to the hearts of those around you.  As Rabbi Gunter Hirschberg, who was born in Berlin and fled the Nazi regime taught his students:

Kinderlech, az ihr hobt kein rachmones, for wos seid ihr Yiden?—Children, if you don’t have compassion, what makes you Jews?

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Which brings us to the truly hard part of this sermon: If we want our call for empathy to ring true, we must search our hearts and summon empathy even for those who openly express contempt for it; we must find a measure of rachmones even for those who show no rachmones in their own actions.  To be clear: this is decidedly not to say we must agree with the anti-empathy movement or sit idly by while they crusade for cruelty over compassion.  Just the opposite: I believe we have a binding Jewish obligation to oppose misanthropic Christian nationalist ideology and its xenophobic, racist, sexist, homophobic and antisemitic agenda.  But for our resistance to be authentic and effective, it must be rooted and directed in lovingkindness.  As Dr. King reminded us in both word and deed: Darkness cannot drive out darkness—only light can do that.  Hate cannot drive out hate—only love can do that.

Indeed, this is why the bigots expend so much energy opposing empathy—because they know it is our superpower, the one and only way to change hearts and minds and heal our broken world.  Our tradition teaches this through a tale of two donkeys that turn out to be one and the same.  It’s a lesson that, like much Jewish wisdom, begins in Torah and concludes in Talmud.  Here goes:

Biblical law twice demands that we help relieve a collapsed and overburdened animal.  The first instance comes from the book of Exodus:

If you witness your enemy’s donkey fallen under its load, and you are tempted to refrain from helping him, surely then you must help him raise it. (Exodus 23:5)

The second passage occurs much later, in Deuteronomy, where we read:

Do not witness your kinsman’s donkey or ox fallen on the road and then make yourself scarce—rather, you should go and raise it up with him. (Deuteronomy 22:4)

Two commandments saying much the same thing.  Which bring us to the talmudic Rabbis, who disagreed amongst themselves on almost everything but shared the foundational assumption that as the word of God, Torah is literarily perfect and therefore contains no redundancies or pointless repetitions.  Thus they ask,  why do we need the second donkey verse?  If, per the first, we know we are obligated to raise even our enemy’s beast, it goes without saying that we should do the same for a beloved kinsman.

Rabbi Alexandri answers, as our Sages so often do, with a story reinterpreting the biblical narrative.  As he tells it: 

Two people who despise each other are on a road with their working donkeys.  One donkey, exhausted from its load, stops and lies down. The other donkey’s owner stops and thinks. “The law says I should help my enemy release his donkey’s burden.” So, the thinker helps their enemy adjust the donkey’s load.

As they work, they talk, “Let’s loosen here; let’s tighten there.” Together they raise the animal.

Now the enemy thinks, “This person doesn’t hate me. Look how concerned they were when my donkey and I were in distress.”

So they walk, side by side,  to the inn, break bread together, and launch a lifelong friendship. (Midrash Tanchuma, Mishpatim 1:2)

Rabbi Alexandri’s parable illustrates the teaching of Avot de Rabbi Natan: 

Who is mighty? One who makes an enemy into a friend.

This is the miracle of rachmones, the abiding power of empathy: it humanizes our enemies and thereby opens the opportunity to transform them into allies.  Which is not to suggest that such an approach is either easy to implement or guaranteed to yield success on most occasions.  This is a sacred but strenuous project that may take generations to bear significant fruit.  And it reminds me of the words of Rabbi Israel Salanter, the founder of the Musar movement, who famously confessed: In most of my sermons, I am preaching to myself.  That is definitely true for me tonight.  Holding compassion for those who wage war upon empathy does not come easily to my soul—in fact, it goes against the natural inclination of every bone in my body.  I don’t want to act lovingly toward my enemies.  Yet both the wisdom of our tradition and my own life experience testify that this calling is as essential as it is difficult.  Yes, this is a time for protest, for peaceful, powerful uprising in the face of cruelty and persecution.  If not now, when will we stand for the most vulnerable among us? But we must not let our activism de-humanize both ourselves and our adversaries. 

Darkness cannot drive out darkness—only light can do that.  

Hate cannot drive out hate—only love can do that.

On this Kol Nidre eve, let us remember that resistance grounded in anger and retribution cannot endure.  Only empathy—only rachmones—gives birth to hope.

In that spirit, I leave you with the words of Palestinian-American poet Naomi Shihab Nye, from her poem “Kindness”:

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,

only kindness that raises its head

from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for,

and then goes with you everywhere

like a shadow or a friend.

Ken y’hi ratzon

Rosh Hashanah Morning 5786: Coming Down

In 1999, an old controversy was rekindled when a team of mountaineers found the body of George Mallory buried beneath a slope of frozen scree, 26,000 feet up the north face of Mt. Everest.  A broken altimeter in his shirt pocket suggested that Mallory may have reached the summit before dying on the descent.  If so, he would have been the first man to stand atop the world’s highest peak, beating Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay to this feat by twenty-nine years.

But when news of this discovery reached Hillary, then 79 years old, he remained remarkably unperturbed.  With cool understatement, Sir Edmund told a television reporter, “Coming down is also important.”

With this observation, Hillary echoed the wisdom of the great Hasidic sage Menachem Mendel of Kotzk, who once asked his students about this morning’s eternally challenging Torah portion.  He queried: “What was the most difficult part of the Akedah, the binding of Isaac?”

The young disciples offered all the expected answers: when Abraham first heard that incomprehensible command from the Holy One; the excruciating three day walk toward their fate on Mount Moriah; the moment when Isaac is bound to the altar and Abraham raises the fateful blade.

The Kotzker Rebbe listened compassionately to their responses, then shook his head.   He sat in deep reflection, then taught: “These were all extraordinarily difficult things, but the hardest part was coming down the mountain.”  For it is then, in the aftermath of the traumatic event, that Abraham, Isaac and even God start to realize how profoundly that fateful day would reverberate over the ages.  Only upon coming down can the hard and holy generational work of renewal commence.

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Abraham and Isaac do not leave Mount Moriah together.  Both the Torah and its Rabbinic commentators emphasize that they descend on different paths, the father-son bond broken by the unspeakable drama at the summit.  But each of them, in his own way and in partnership with the Holy One, wrestles with the sacred calling that endures for us, their spiritual offspring: how to restore the fragments of a shattered world.  Three thousand years later, on this Rosh Hashanah, that essential Jewish challenge of tikkun olam has rarely been more relevant.  As Jews and as Americans, we enter 5786 in a gut-wrenching time.  We are living through intense social upheaval, deep polarization and the astonishingly rapid evisceration of norms and institutions whose wellbeing and even basic existence we’ve long taken for granted.  In the Middle East, the war that most of us expected to last a couple of months will soon enter its second year, at a terrible cost that few could have foreseen.  The ongoing conflict has exposed perilous fractures within Israeli society, throughout the Jewish diaspora and in the world at large.  For most of us, the current ethical and political landscape feels as dire as any we have experienced in our lifetimes: morally bankrupt leadership, humanitarian disaster, climate catastrophe, disintegrating democracy, political violence, pervasive racism, sexism, and antisemitism, and resurgent chauvinistic ethno-nationalism.  With all this devastation, how might we begin to bind the wounds of this heartbreaking season?  What wisdom might guide us as we navigate our own journey down from the mountain of despair?

I believe that, in classic Jewish fashion, we might draw strength from words of Torah.  Our Rabbis noted: מעשה אבות סימן לבנים-the stories of our ancestors’ lives are a guiding sign for us, their descendants.   The paths that Abraham, Isaac and God embark upon following the events described in this morning’s portion have a lot to teach us about hope and healing in the aftermath of trauma.

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Upon his homecoming, Abraham’s tragedy is almost immediately compounded by the sudden death of his wife Sarah.  The Rabbis suggest that she dies of shock when Abraham returns alone and confesses how close he came to slaying their child at God’s behest.  So twice bereft, as an elderly widower estranged from his beloved son, Abraham dedicates his remaining days to a two-fold mission: honoring the past and planting seeds for the future.

To address the former, he negotiates with his Hittite neighbors to purchase a cemetery plot.  He pays a premium for the Cave of Machpelah where—on what constitutes the first piece of Jewish property in the heretofore Promised Land—he buries Sarah, just outside the town of Hebron.  Later, he and eventually Isaac, Rebecca, Jacob and Leah will be laid to rest there.  By Jewish tradition, this site is second only to Jerusalem in holiness.

With this act memorializing his founding family’s remarkable history, Abraham turns his attention to posterity.  He sends his trusted chief servant Eliezer back to his ancestral homeland to find a wife for Isaac.  Eliezer fulfills his appointed task.  He meets Rebecca at the well of Aram-naharayim, where she appears as a miraculous answer to his heartfelt prayer to the God of Abraham.  Rebecca distinguishes herself by her strength and compassion, and when she eventually meets Isaac, the couple fall in love at first sight.  Having thus secured the future for his tribe and the Jewish people, Abraham can die in peace at the ripe old age of 175.  

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Abraham responds to the trauma of the Akedah by looking backward and ahead.  Isaac seeks healing through empathy and reconciliation in real time. 

While Abraham heads home from Mount Moriah, Isaac sets off on his own.  The next time we meet him, we are told that he “had just come back from the vicinity of Be’er-lahai-roi.” In his commentary The Heart of Torah, Shai Held explains that this is the same place where, years earlier, God’s angel had extended loving care to Isaac’s half-brother Ishmael and his mother Hagar after Abraham and Sarah cast them out.  Indeed, it is Hagar who named the place, calling it Be’er-lahai-roi, the hidden well where the Holy One truly sees and remembers those whom others have scorned or forgotten.  As Rabbi Held notes:

Where does Isaac go in the aftermath of the Akedah?  To the place where Hagar met God.  Why does he want and need to find Hagar?  Perhaps Isaac, newly traumatized, goes to find comfort in his father's other wife, undoubtedly bearing some deep traumas of her own.  Perhaps Isaac also has newfound compassion for Hagar's predicament and seeks not only to be consoled but also to offer consolation.  Having been made to suffer at Abraham's hands, he has a newfound capacity to embrace those who have endured a similar fate. 

This is a remarkable turn: the man who comes within a hair’s breadth of being killed for the sake of his father’s God finds, against all odds, a powerful way to remain a committed Jew through open-hearted learning and listening with the outcast mother of his estranged half-brother.   It is no accident that Isaac and Ishmael ultimately unite to bury Abraham.  They teach us that with time, intention and serious soul-work, our trials and tribulations can help us become more caring and kind-hearted people. 

In this reading, Isaac’s journey from his personal ordeal to Be’er-lahai-roi foreshadows the lesson that the Holy One will repeatedly implore the Jewish people to draw from our paradigmatic communal affliction: “Do not oppress the stranger, for you know the heart of the stranger, having yourselves been strangers in the land of Egypt.”  After the Akedah, Isaac’s calling—and ours—is to transform trauma into empathy.  In this, we succeed when we strengthen and support one another.  Alone, our pain festers into grievance; when we stand together in trying times, our collective distress can inspire us to build a more just and compassionate world.

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Which brings us to God, the prime mover behind this profoundly troubling tale.  Thankfully, the Holy One is also fundamentally changed in the aftermath of the Akedah.  If Abraham’s response is to honor the past while securing the future and Isaac’s is to turn suffering into sympathy, God is challenged to radically re-define God’s relationship with humankind.  From the opening of Creation through Isaac’s binding, the Holy One overwhelmingly relates to humanity from the top down, delivering demands and exacting unalloyed obedience.  After the Akedah, God begins to recognize that this sort of relationship woefully diminishes human dignity and responsibility.  As Jack Miles notes in his book, God: A Biography, while the “masterful, abrupt, inscrutable being we first met” still makes occasional appearances in the rest of the Torah, from this time forward,  God will come to seem more like a busy friend of the family than the Judge of all the earth. God’s help will be sought for conception and other human needs, but, significantly, the initiative will be on the human side. 

The Akedah thereby constitutes an essential turning point.  It shifts the defining metaphor for God’s relationship with humanity.  We move from a domineering parent instructing their dependent children or an omnipotent sovereign ruling sycophantic subjects, to the much more empowering image of a marriage between devoted partners.  In this new model, Mount Sinai becomes a wedding canopy and Torah our ketubah.  We begin a new covenantal love story between the Holy One and the Jewish people.  As that partnership matures, it will be embodied by the Temple in Jerusalem, a bridge between heaven and earth, where reconciliation and forgiveness flow freely.   That holy place will, by our tradition, significantly be located atop the same mountaintop where Abraham once bound his son at God’s request.  In this reimagined relationship, harm turns to healing and blind fealty blossoms into reciprocal dialogue.  Where Abraham and Isaac once obeyed, a proud heritage of prophets and sages, following in the line of Moses, will challenge and cajole, question authority, and speak truth to power, both human and divine.  Their example guides us to this very day.  After the Akedah, God, as it were, starts to grow up—enabling humankind, however imperfectly, to do the same.

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מעשה אבות סימן לבנים-The stories of our ancestors—and our God--are a guidepost for their spiritual descendants.

Like Abraham, Isaac, and the Holy One in our parsha, we now enter a critical season.  How will we come down from the chaos, confusion and cataclysm that mark this difficult era?  Can we transform our trauma into growth, our darkness into light?  How might we find hope and healing in this new year, 5786?

I pray that we may follow in the footsteps of Abraham, honoring the best parts of the Jewish past and creatively securing a fruitful future for our families and congregations, for the Jewish people, for our struggling, not-so-United States and for the entirety of God’s beloved creation. 

May we, like Isaac, resist the temptation to let adversity harden our hearts.  May our very real suffering renew our empathy for all who struggle against injustice, within our Jewish community and across the wider world.

And let us emulate God in our resilience, our capacity to embrace change, and our determination to find new modes of leadership that address the evolving needs of our rapidly shifting times. 

Like all of them, may we rise to this enormous challenge by proclaiming, in word and deed הנני—Here I am!

And when we sometimes falter, as we inevitably will, given the sheer magnitude of the task, may heed the talmudic wisdom that though we are not obliged to finish that labor, neither are we free to desist from it.  In those moments, when doubt and despair sap our strength, we might find solace in Wendell Berry’s beautiful poem “Our Real Work”:

It may be that when we no longer know what to do

we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go

we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Ken y’hi ratzon

Erev Rosh Hashanah 5786: All You Need is Vav

Rosh Hashanah holds within its name a paradox, for the word shanah—or “year”—comes from a Hebrew root that points to two seemingly opposite things:  ש–נ–ה means both repetition and change.  On the one hand, the cycle of the Jewish new year repeats over and over. We gather yet again to sound the same shofar blasts, read the same Torah passages and pray the same liturgy enshrined for over two millennia.  On the other hand, the goal is to experience true teshuvah, to change ourselves and our communities for the better.  It can be challenging to honor these contraries, to simultaneously celebrate tradition and transformation.  Yet that is precisely what the Holy One asks us to do tonight—and throughout the coming year.

F. Scott Fitzgerald famously wrote that “the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.”  While Fitzgerald was no great lover of the Jewish people, his observation neatly summarizes a defining Jewish principle at the heart of Rosh Hashanah, which looks beyond simple binaries.  To quote a prominent scholar of Jewish mysticism, Dr. Biti Roi, “Either/or is for grade school mathematics.  Jewish life is about both/and.”

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In her poignant memoir, Lost and Found, Kathryn Schulz recounts the story of grieving her father’s illness and death while also meeting and embracing the love of her life—mourning and joy, losing and finding all at the same intense, complicated time.  The book is an eloquent ode to the power of both/and.  She notes: 

Multiple simultaneous experiences and emotions are so common that by the time we reach adulthood, the very fabric of our life is made of patchwork.  We know by then that the world is full of beauty and grandeur and also wretchedness and suffering; we know that people are kind and funny and brilliant and brave and also petty and irritating and horrifically cruel.  In short, we know that, as Philip Roth once put it, “Life is and.”  He meant that we do not live, for the most part, in a world of either/or.  We live with both at once, with many things at once—everything connected to its opposite, everything connected to everything.

Indeed, that small but mighty conjunction and is so essential that for most of the history of the English language, it was considered the twenty-seventh character of the alphabet.  Represented by the ampersand symbol, it followed the letter z on countless slates and grade school primers until it fell out of use in the nineteenth century, probably because it didn’t fit neatly into the ABC song that music publisher Charles Bradlee set to the tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” in 1835.

But in Hebrew, the term for and—the single letter vav—remains very much a part of the aleph bet.  It’s the simplest of characters,  an unassuming vertical stroke of the pen that holds entire worlds.  Its enduring presence testifies so powerfully to the Jewish primacy of both/and that one of our most creative contemporary sages has made it the centerpiece of an anti-binary manifesto playing on a classic Lennon-McCartney lyric. To quote Rabbi Amichai Lau-Lavie: All you need is vav.  

Our reductivist American culture, so dominated by either/or thinking, cries out for this wisdom.  All we need is vav.  In a hyper-polarized society that frequently feels like a stark zero sum game, our tradition’s counter-cultural promise of both/and offers multi-hued beauty, community and abundance.

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The world of either/or is diminished and desolate; the universe of both/and is wide and wondrous.  While sharp lines and binary solutions admittedly offer a kind of comforting clarity, they come at too high a cost, distancing us from the rich intricacies of truth and beauty.  As H.L. Mencken once noted, “For every complex problem, there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.”  While fundamentalist religious traditions distill complicated doctrine into unambiguous maxims—as evidenced by the classic literalist slogan God said it.  I believe it.  That settles it.—Rabbinic Judaism does just the opposite.  Our Sages start with a seemingly straightforward Torah command like “Remember the Sabbath day,” then explicate it at such length that we end up with an entire Talmudic tractate debating what constitutes work on Shabbat.  At the center of such disputes we find Hillel and Shammai, who take diametrically opposed positions on practically everything.  As the Talmud recounts: 

For three years, the schools of Shammai and Hillel disagreed, with each side declaring, “The law is with us.”  Finally, in the quintessential Rabbinic assertion of both/and, the Holy One ends the dispute by proclaiming: אלו ואלו דברי אלוהים חיים—Both these and those are the words of the Living God.  (Eruvin 13b)

To be a Jew, then, is to hold that contraries are the road to the Divine, to embrace unresolvable paradox and aspire to the quality that John Keats famously called Negative Capability—the capacity to live with “uncertainties, mysteries, doubt, without any irritable striving after fact and reason.”  Or as the founding father of American Modern Orthodoxy, Rav Joseph Soloveitchik, put it: “The religious person doesn’t solve life—they live it.”

While this path is often messy, it is also authentic, open to unexpected grandeur and true to our lived experience.  Perhaps the renowned Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai put it best in his friendly argument with the book of Ecclesiastes, which famously claims that “there is a season and time for every purpose under heaven.”

Amichai writes:

A person doesn’t have time in their life 

to have time for everything.

Ecclesiastes was wrong about that.

A person needs to love and to hate at the same moment, 

to laugh and cry with the same eyes, 

with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them, 

to make love in war and war in love.  

And to hate and forgive and remember and forget, 

to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest 

what history takes years and years to do.

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Transcending binaries invites beauty; it is also the way of community.  Where either/or divides, both/and connects us while respecting our disparities.  Returning to Amichai Lau-Lavie’s wisdom of “All you need is vav,” the name of that letter that stands for and also means “hook” or “peg.”  In its discussion of the mishkan, the portable sanctuary that housed the Divine Presence in the wilderness, Torah repeatedly employs the word vav to describe the hooks that attach its curtains and coverings.  As such, vav represents a holding of differences; it is a symbol of interconnectedness that binds the Jewish people, humankind, and the entire Creation.  The mishkan—and later the Temple in Jerusalem—becomes a sacred paradigm for the sort of interdependent community that Dr. Martin Luther King described in his 1964 Nobel Peace Prize lecture where he taught:

We have inherited a large house, a great ‘world house’ in which we have to live together — black and white, easterner and westerner, gentile and Jew, Catholic and Protestant, Muslim and Hindu — a family unduly separated in ideas, culture and interest, who, because we can never again live apart, must learn somehow to live with each other in peace.

We might envision Dr. King’s inclusive world house when we recall the story of Ezra and Nehemiah, who assembled an intrepid band of Jews in Jerusalem after seven decades of Babylonian captivity.  They built the Second Temple—known in Hebrew as the Beit HaMikdash or Holy House—and read the Torah aloud to the people on Rosh Hashanah in 444 BCE.  The time and place embodied a vast spectrum of emotions, for the land that the newly ingathered exiles encountered was very different from the powerful kingdom they’d heard about in their grandparents’ stories. The Jerusalem they had longed for was still scattered with ruins, and the returnees’ hearts undoubtedly ached for the large numbers of their friends and kin who remained in Babylon.  Thus, even at the magnificent dedication of the restored Sanctuary, the crowd contained a multitude of mixed feelings.  As Ezra describes the scene: 

All the people raised a great shout of praise to the Holy One because the foundation of the House of God was laid. But many of the priests and Levites and family heads, who had seen the former temple, wept aloud when they beheld the founding of this one, while many others shouted for joy.  No one could distinguish the shouts of joy from the sounds of weeping, because the people made so much noise, which could be heard from afar.

We know those shouts, that inseparable mix of sorrow and celebration, because they echo the call of our own hearts, filled with joy and weeping, hope and despair, pain and healing, bound together at the root.  This is where we find ourselves on the cusp of this new year, in the challenging and sacred World House, which has always been the truest home of the Jewish people.  On this holy day we affirm that to be fully human is to hold multiple emotions at the same time, and recognize that our friends, neighbors, and the strangers among us are all trying their best to do the same.  To live in this place requires abundant compassion, for those around us and for ourselves.  Both/and is what makes meaningful community possible—for life is difficult enough as it is; let us strive to offer the grace of inclusion, at least to those willing to extend it in return.

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Both/and promises beauty and community; it also constitutes the road to enduring peace. In the realm of either/or, life frequently descends into a brutally competitive zero-sum game, where the success and empowerment of any person, community or nation always comes at another’s expense.  The bottom line in this outlook is scarcity, the grim economic principle wherein boundless human needs and desires constantly collide in an unending battle for limited resources.  Today, this perspective holds our country in its grip.  Our reigning political and corporate elites, from Washington, DC to Silicon Valley, thrive by dividing America and the wider world into winners and losers.  They celebrate themselves and their friends as the former, and scorn all who dare to question their authority as the latter.  

In this polarized hellscape, where there is never enough to go around, perpetual conflict is a fact of life.  Morality bows to brute strength, vulnerability is for fools, and the victors reap the spoils.  If you’re not with us, you’re against us.  In the ferocious debate around the Middle Eastern conflagration that has engulfed the world Jewish community over the last two years, this dynamic is front and center.  By its stunted logic, to be pro-Israel, one must be anti-Palestinian, and vice versa.  Within our communities and out on the streets, we argue vehemently for our side, shouting our slogans at maximum volume without listening to those who don’t share our views.  We’re right, you’re wrong. We’re good, you’re evil.  We’re victims, you’re oppressors.  As long as we continue to play by the rules of either/or, there can be no end to this caustic mess.

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The only path to peace—among nations, in our synagogues and households, and within each of our own hearts—is to change the game.  It is time to heed the words of one of my favorite teachers, Bruce Springsteen, who for decades has offered this sage advice: “Remember, in the end, nobody wins unless everybody wins.”

Nobody wins unless everybody wins.  

If the ethos of either/or is rooted in laissez-faire economics, the ethic of both/and is founded on something far more generous and inspiring: love.  In his book Honey from the Rock, Rabbi Lawrence Kushner notes that our most pressing human challenge is to overcome the dismal science of scarcity.  He writes:

Is it not the great childhood problem—and therefore the great human problem: To learn that it is good for you when other people love other people besides you.  

That I have a stake in their love.  

That I get more when others give to others.  

If I hoard it, I lose it.  If I give it away, it comes back to me.

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This is the miracle of both/and, for when love prevails, there is more than enough to go around and we all share in life’s bounty.  In the words of the Quaker author and educator Parker Palmer: 

In the human world, abundance does not happen automatically.  It’s created when we have the sense to choose community, to come together in ways that allow us to generate, celebrate and share a common store.  Authentic abundance does not lie in secured stockpiles of food or cash or influence or affection, but in belonging to a community where we can give those goods to others who need them and receive them from others when we are in need.

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All we need is vav--the both/and promise of truth, beauty, community and peace.  Rabbi Lau-Lavie reminds us it is no coincidence that vav is also the opening letter of the Torah’s most urgent command: V’ahavta—And you shall love.

V’ahavta et Adonai Elohechah—And love God, with all your heart, soul, and might.

V’ahavta l’rayechah camocha—And love your neighbor as yourself.

V’ahavta…ha-ger ha-gar eetchem—And love the stranger with whom you dwell.

And so, friends, on this Rosh Hashanah eve, we come together yet again, all of us containing multitudes.  We gather: sacred and secular, grieving and grateful, dust and divinity, restless and restored, brave and fearful, angel and animal.  Our calling is to receive it all, this awesome, complicated, contrary life, with open hands and heads and hearts.  To respond to the Creator’s embrace with love.  In that spirit, let me conclude with a passage from naturalist Barry Lopez’s gorgeous essay, “Love in a Time of Terror,” that feels to me very much like a benediction written for this holy day:

In this trembling moment, with armor rolling, with civilians beaten to death, with fires roaring and forests being felled, and with Niagaras of water falling into the oceans from every sector of Greenland—in this moment is it still possible to face the gathering darkness and say to the physical Earth and to all its creatures, including ourselves, fiercely and without embarrassment, I love you, and to embrace fearlessly the burning world?

Ken y’hi ratzon

A Top Dozen: My Twelve Favorite Albums of 2024

While 2024 was, in many ways, an austere year filled with war and ugly politics, it gave us some great music.  My twelve favorite albums—one for each of the past twelve months—reflect that abundance.  This quirky personal list leans heavily on gutsy, gifted women leading the way in the Americana and indie rock genres.  As we brace for the disasters and injustices that a second Trump administration will inevitably bring, we will need these voices more than ever.  With gratitude to the artists who do so much to keep me going, here’s my top twelve:

12: Mary Timony, “Untame the Tiger”

Guitar legend Mary Timony offers an astonishing combination of ferocity and vulnerability starting with her opening track, “No Thirds.”  It’s a lesson in navigation for our troubled times:

Check the situation, is it cruel or is it kind?  

We wander in the desert, trying to find time

The white flags above us, fly on our doubt

Time to meet the mountain, there’s no other way out

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edT6INzLd3U

11:  Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, “Woodland”

Veteran Americana artists Gillian Welch and David Rawlings play gentle folk with a steely spine.  Like most of our best writers, they offer more questions than answers.  In “Hashtag” they reflect on the wisdom and uncertainty that come with aging:

You said time makes the wheels spin

And the years roll out and the doubt rolls in

In the truck stops, in the parking lots

And the cheap motels

When will we become ourselves?

When will we become ourselves?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Hx99yvV5fM

10: Nada Surf, “Moon Mirror”

I have always adored jangly guitar, from the folk rock of the Byrds to the country twang of Lucinda Williams; when you add in Nada Surf’s Buddhist philosophical bent, I find it irresistible.  In this year of my own retirement, I especially appreciate their mature wisdom in “In Front of Me Now”:

I used to be dreaming when I was driving

I used to be leaving when I was arriving

I used to be calling when I was walking

I used to be thinking when I was talking

I used to be counting when I was sharing

I used to be blanking when I was staring

I used to be rolling when I was parking

I used to be raining when I was sparking

Today I do what’s in front of me now

Today I do what’s in front of me now

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5aToiQ3co4

9.  Nubya Garcia, “Odyssey”

A few years ago at the Treefort Music Festival, I happened upon a show by the young jazz saxophonist and bandleader Nubya Garcia.  I was stunned by her artistic virtuosity.  Garcia’s new album, “Odyssey” channels—and updates—the transcendent spirituality of John Coltrane’s “A Love Supreme.” Listen as the artist weaves her horn around drummer Sam Jones’s funky groove and the celebratory lyrics of “Triumphance”:

Your journey is yours

See yourself

Realize and respect your worth

Your difference is your power

Our differences are our collective power

Your journey is yours

Raise up your hands, uplift your soul

And in triumphance together

All as one

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QPcDlDxDVw

8:  Kacey Musgraves, “Deeper Well”

Thoughtful, progressive country from the reigning queen of that genre.  As a forest therapy guide, I love “Heart of the Woods”—a kind of hymn to the paradigm-shifting new science that recognizes the intelligence of plants and the interconnectedness of all things, both Human and More-than-Human:

Under the ground

There’s a neighborhood that can’t be seen

Communicating through the roots of the trees

And up in the trees 

There are voices that are echoing

A million different languages

Songs we sing

It’s in our nature

To look out for each other

In the heart of the woods

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vlnmaB4Ltw

7: The Decemberists, “As It Ever Was, So It Will Be Again”

As the title suggests, a kind of return to classic form for The Decemberists.  More jangly guitar and Colin Meloy’s superb lyrics, including some wry dark humor, especially in the wildly catchy opener “Burial Ground”:

They’ve undid the aerial, tore down the merry-go-round

This world’s all wrong, so let’s go where we belong

Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBlJ35D7tss

6: Maggie Rogers, “Don’t Forget Me”

Book-smart, world-wise beyond her thirty years and so melodious.  How many legit rock stars have a degree from Harvard Divinity School?  Listen closely to the closing song, “Don’t Forget Me.”  We all want to leave a mark, even though we know it’s ultimately as evanescent as footprints in the sand:

So close the door and change the channel

Give me something I can handle

A good lover or someone who’s nice to me

Take my money, wreck my Sundays

Love me till your next somebody

Oh, and promise me that when it’s time to leave

Don’t forget me

Don’t forget me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHh3w5xgSkc

5: Bonnie Light Horseman, “Keep Me On Your Mind”

While Anais Mitchell is best known as the creator of the brilliant musical Hadestown, she is also (along with Eric Johnson and Josh Kaufman) a member of the folk rock band Bonny Light Horseman.  Running throughout their gorgeous 2024 album “Keep Me On Your Mind” is the quest for home in a world adrift.  It’s a kind of contemporary take on Keats’s notion of Negative Capability, “being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.” Surrendering to the beauty, as they do in this passage from “Over the Pass”:

The hill became a mountain

And the fall became snow

The road was black as pitch

Coyotes in the ditch

And we wondered if we’d ever make it home. . . 

Time was moving slowly

Like some old movie scene

In a broken-down canoe

With the ocean in view

We wondered if it all had been a dream

Finally, at last we’re over the pass

Glory, at last we’re over the pass

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UALhQJALds

4: Katie Gavin, “What a Relief”

Intimate, confessional and defiant alternative rock from a proud, queer feminist.  In “As Good As It Gets,” Ms. Gavin sings a duet with Mitski that celebrates a kind of love that is rarely acknowledged in pop songs: grounded, realistic, good enough—the quiet joy of commitment that endures after the initial rush of lust and infatuation wears off.  Another highlight is “The Baton,” an anthem of empowerment that acknowledges the work of past generations and reaffirms the artist’s clarion call for a brighter future:

Oh if I had a daughter

I know what I would tell her

I know what I would tell her when she’s old enough to know

I would tell my daughter

She must be her own mother

‘Cause I can only take her as far as I can go

And on that very same day

She’d join a kind of relay

I’d pass her the baton and I’d say, “You better run”

‘Cause this thing has been going

For many generations

But there is so much healing

That still needs to be done

So go on, girl, it’s out of my hands

I can’t come where you’re going

But time unfurls, and you’ll understand

The baton, it will be passed again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlAavAf9N7s

3. Willi Carlisle, “Critterland”

When asked to define himself, Ozark country-folk singer-songwriter Willi Carlisle responded: “A newspaper once called Walt Whitman ‘a queer occultist or a blethering yokel,’ and I thought I'd try to be both.  On “Critterland,” he brings a beautifully-skewed sense of humor to his songs of hard times, drug use and recovery, a crazy quilt of rural living, arranged over classic high lonesome guitar, banjo, mandolin and fiddle tunes.  It’s cathartic and healing.  Enjoy the title track, as Carlisle sings his life’s story with help from the animal kingdom:

I coulda been a businessman, I was too hot-headed

Plus I never had the money, plus I kinda got arrested

But my sweet old folks thought I’d make a pretty decent one of those

I still live the kind of life where people judge ya on your clothes

Now it’s forty miles of backroad on all-terrain tires

That little blue hymnal sittin’ open all the while

Singin’ songs to a god I have met but do not know

Makin’ wagers on the critters that we see crossin’ the road

Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught me to find you

And the possum knows his own mind more than I do

I’m here for all the love that I can stand

Take me to Critterland

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbdBwI58MyE

2: Adrianne Lenker, “Bright Future”

A poignant and sublime solo effort from Big Thief’s lead singer-songwriter.  “Bright Future” is full of Lenker’s trademark wordplay and quirky, brilliant insights into love and life.  She teaches us to see “Sadness as a Gift” and paints hypnotic musical pictures that crack your heart wide open.  “Donut Seam” is both a lament for lost love in a bitterly broken world and, ultimately, a call to seize the day:

You came in like some good things do

Out of nowhere, dream come true

And showed me things I never knew

What it means to walk that line

Like a moth into the sun

I flew in front of everyone

And burned up in the flame

Now it’s pouring acid rain, and

This whole world is dying

Don’t it seem like a good time for swimming

Before all the water disappears?

Now it seems our love is dying

Don’t it seem like a good time for kissing?

One more kiss

One more kiss to last the years

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt6EvTxWRzw

1: Waxahatchee, “Tiger’s Blood”

Katie Crutchfield is, far and away, my favorite artist of the 21st century.  Her 2020 release, “Saint Cloud” set an impossibly high bar, yet if anything, “Tiger’s Blood” surpasses it.  Once again, my beloved jangly guitars, this time anchoring contemporary Faulkner-esque literary southern torch songs and rockers.  I love MJ Lenderman’s featured vocals and guitars on the hit single, “Right Back To It” but my favorite is the closing number, a lyrical ballad that I hear as gratitude for the gift of being alive despite these troubled times.  I began this list with Mary Timony untaming the tiger—what better way to end it than with Katie Crutchfield metaphorically drinking its blood:

You come alive in the heat, you ain’t crossing state lines

Stood up like a crepe myrtle can’t be killed or denied

Throw a brick through the window, leave your mess at my door

Lord knows sooner or later it’d wash up to shore

You’re laughing and smiling, drove my Jeep through the mud

And your teeth and your tongue bright red from tiger’s blood.

We were young for so long, seersuckers of time

Drank someone else’s juice, left only the rind

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnZDvYiTSJs

Walking Hadrian's Wall

For a link to a 13 minute video of my coast-to-coast walk across England on the Hadrian's Wall path last month, see:

https://vimeo.com/1028600588?share=copy

Busy Being Born

Thirty-six years—which is to say, double “Chai” or two Jewish lifetimes ago—I received my rabbinic ordination from the Hebrew Union College.  On that occasion, my father, Rabbi Arnold Fink, had the honor of addressing the congregation of teachers, classmates, friends and family.  He acknowledged the holiness of the hour, then reminded us that every rabbi’s authority is a gift bestowed by the community that they serve.  He opened with a verse from that morning’s Torah portion, Beha’alotchah:

Bring the Levites forward before the Holy One, and let the children of Israel lay their hands upon the Levites. . . 

Commenting on this passage, Dad noted: 

The people ordain!  Your communities will teach you about God, and their lives will be Torah.  You will celebrate with them in their joys and bring them comfort in their sorrows, for they will give you access to themselves that they will extend to no one else, in the highest and lowest moments of life.  They will shape you and you will become different because of those whose lives touch yours.  

As I reflect upon three decades as your rabbi, my father’s words feel prophetic.  Over the course of our journey together, we have shared so many sacred occasions.  We have danced at weddings, kvelled at baby namings and b’nai mitzvah, rejoiced at birthdays, graduations, and anniversaries.  We have also mourned heartbreaking losses—deaths and divorces, debilitating illnesses, unemployment, infertility—and endured countless ordinary setbacks and indignities.  We’ve marched for justice at MLK Day, partied for LGBTQ equality at Pride, demonstrated for democracy and human rights.  We have fed the hungry, housed the homeless, rallied for refugees and welcomed new Americans.  We’ve also davened from an evolving array of prayerbooks, Reform and Conservative, in this historic sanctuary that we moved from its original home on State Street—and in local parks, on Payette Lake at our annual retreat in McCall, and in the Owyhee and Sawtooth wilderness for desert seders and teen backpacking trips.

Over the past thirty years we have more than doubled in size, growing together with the Treasure Valley through boom and bust, prosperity and pandemic, tragedy and triumph and everything in between.  We’ve lived through times of war and peace, for Israel and America, and supported one another in this alarming season of skyrocketing antisemitism.  In a stridently polarized world, we strive, always, to embody inclusive, caring and compassionate community, to truly listen to one another in ways that both respect our differences and celebrate our shared commitment to our tradition’s highest calling: to uphold the ultimate dignity of humanity and all Creation.

My friends, working in partnership with this holy congregation has been one of my life’s greatest privileges.  As Psalm 119 teaches: Mi kol m’lamdai hiskalti—From all of my teachers, I have gleaned wisdom.  Just as my father foretold, I have learned—and continue to learn—from my entire community.  I have had the honor of serving with an evolving and deeply gifted staff and countless extraordinary volunteers—each and every one of you has essentially shaped the rabbi and the person that I have become.  

I do not take this distinction for granted.  I know, all too well, from troubling conversations with colleagues, that this is not always the nature of the rabbi-congregational relationship.  I’ve heard many trying tales of intractable conflict and chronic ill-will from peers who lament, “It’s dark out there!”  But that has never been my experience and such accounts only remind me just how incredibly lucky I’ve been.  While we have experienced a few disappointments and disagreements along the way, as even the best long-term partnerships inevitably bring, I can honestly note that I’ve never doubted that our contract was anything but a true brit, a sacred covenant grounded in mutual respect, love, and light.  Every morning, I can unequivocally affirm the beautiful line embedded in the Shacharit service: 

Ashreynu, mah tov chelkeynu, mah na’im goraleynu

How blessed I am, how good my portion, how fortunate my fate!

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Beloved CABI members and friends, as I have been privileged to both grieve and celebrate with you in your lives’ defining passages, so, too, have you stood with me and my family over the course of our own.  You were with us through a divorce and a second marriage, my father’s too early death, a pregnancy, and the coming of age of all my children.  You accompanied us even when the roads we chose did not necessarily follow custom or convention.  You walked with me as we found our way, bountifully extending your love and support.  When I came here in 1994, you were my congregation.  Over the ensuing years, you became my community.  Thank you.

As for my family, having grown up the son of a rabbi myself, I know a bit about the challenges of being part of a rabbinic household.  I recognize that while I freely chose the public pressures of this path, for Janet and Tanya and Rosa and Rachel and Jonah, it was part of the package that came with having me as their partner and father.  Yet over the years, they have each, in their own way, worn this inheritance with unsurpassed grace.  For their unerring support, unconditional love, boundless patience, creativity, compassion, and wisdom, I am grateful beyond measure.

In this moment, I recall a beautiful passage from Rabbi Harold Kushner’s reflection on the life of Moses.  He writes:

In the grace after meals in the Jewish tradition, we ask God to bless us, “as You blessed our forefathers Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, with a brachah shleimah, a full and complete blessing.” But the Bible tells us of how their lives were marked by fertility problems, quarrels with neighbors, conflicts between husbands and wives, between parents and children.  What sort of blessings were these?  I can only understand the phrase “a full and complete blessing” to mean the experience of life in its fullness, taking everything that life has to offer, the bitter and the sweet, the honey and the bee stings, love and loss, joy and despair, hope and rejection.  The blessing of completeness means a full life, not an easy life, a life that strikes the black keys and the white keys on the keyboard so that every emotional tone is sounded.

That is exactly the kind of blessing that you have all given to me over the past thirty years.

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Now we enter a season of change.  The coming months offer what I faithfully believe will be a time of fruitful transition, as I settle into retirement and CABI’s journey continues with Rabbi Appel as interim and then, God willing, with a gifted settled rabbi.  Those passages will certainly pose their challenges, as almost no significant transformations come with utter ease.  We will be in a place that our tradition—including this week’s Torah portion and the biblical book that contains it—refers to as bamidar, in the wilderness.  Rabbi Lawrence Kushner’s description of that geographical and metaphorical locale offers both instruction and a kind of hard-won consolation, as he writes in Honey from the Rock:

Wilderness is not just a desert through which we wandered for forty years. It is a way of being. A place that demands being open to the flow of life around you. A place that demands being honest with yourself without regard to the cost in personal anxiety. A place that demands being present with all of yourself. In the wilderness your possessions cannot surround you. Your preconceptions cannot protect you. Your logic cannot promise you the future. You are left alone each day with an immediacy that astonishes, chastens, and exults. You see the world as if for the first time. 

With this in mind, I ask your forbearance as I conclude with just one piece of soon-to-be rabbi emeritus advice by way of a classic Jewish story:

There was once a community whose longtime rabbi was nearing retirement.  The congregation loved this rabbi, who had served them well for much of her adult life.  They were accustomed to her ways, comfortable with her style, and content under her leadership.  So it was with a heavy heart that they took on the task of finding her successor.

But the decision, at least initially, proved surprisingly simple: they decided that upon the rabbi’s stepping down, they would hire her daughter.  This, they were convinced, was the perfect solution, providing the continuity that they so desired.

Well, as planned, the rabbi retired and her daughter assumed her position at the synagogue.  But it wasn’t long before some of the congregants started to notice that the new rabbi’s manner was quite distinctive from her mother’s.  She followed some divergent customs and took a very different approach to problem-solving.  This confused the congregants, so the board of directors decided they needed to clarify matters.  They scheduled a talk with the young rabbi.

When the time arrived, they invited the rabbi into the conference room and got straight to the point: “Why,” they asked her, “do you do things so very differently from your mother?”

To which the young rabbi calmly replied: “I do exactly as my mother does.  She always blazed her own path as this congregation’s rabbi, refusing to imitate anyone else.  I follow that same course.”

My friends, in that spirit, the single kernel of counsel that I urge you to consider—the lone request I make tonight—is that while honoring our community’s core values, you also remain open to the new visions, pathways, and proceses that my successors will undoubtedly bring to the table.  For while we do not know for certain what forms Jewish community will take in the years to come, and we possess no assurances of what will bring success, of this we can be sure: doing the same old thing, year after year, is a surefire guarantee of failure.  As my rebbe Bob Dylan noted long ago, he not busy being born is busy dying.   And so I end with the time-honored words that Moses offered to Joshua as he passed the mantle of leadership to the next generation:

Chazak v’amatz—go forward, with boldness, strength, and good courage.

Keep busy being born.

Ken y’hi ratzon

People Get Ready: Lessons in Liberation from Moses and Motown

Special thanks to the Idaho Human Rights Commission, for the opportunity to speak at today's MLK celebration, and to Cherie Buckner-Webb, for bringing the songs to life

Social justice work is hard even under the best of circumstances; in tough times and adverse settings, it can feel impossibly daunting.  For human rights activists here in Idaho, the current landscape is extraordinarily challenging.  Economic inequity deepens; hunger and homelessness strain our streets, gun violence proliferates.  Racism, misogyny, antisemitism and Islamophobia poison these halls; too many of the legislators charged with protecting the rights of our most vulnerable citizens instead seem to revel in bashing immigrants, eviscerating reproductive rights, and endangering lesbian, gay, queer, and trans Idahoans. Most of the majority party is in thrall to an authoritarian ex-president who feeds on rage, foments insurrection, and despises democracy.  Year after year, the worst extremists run roughshod over common sense and decency while moderates who know better too often lack the courage to stand for their convictions.  All too often, walking through the door of this statehouse feels like entering Dante’s gate to hell, with its infamous inscription: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

But this is not an option.  With lives on the line, we dare not surrender to futility. Instead, on this sacred day, dedicated to human rights, let us seek solace and wisdom from those who have traveled the path before us.  Dr. King’s vision of hope was hewn out of a mountain of despair. And even Moses, the great liberator of the Hebrew Bible, experienced shattering dejection before leading his people out of Egypt.  When he first promises to free the Israelites, they cannot hear his message of redemption, due to what Torah describes as kotzer ruach (Exodus 6:6-7).  While the exact meaning of this phrase is open to interpretation, one prominent commentator understands it as a kind of spiritual impatience, suggesting that the Israelites briefly took heart but grew demoralized as the plagues wore on, failing to recognize that freedom does not blossom overnight. It’s a cautionary tale of how dashed expectations can quickly turn to despondency.

 So how do we make our way through Idaho’s howling political wilderness toward our vison of the Promised Land?  Alas, I have no sure roadmap for that journey.  The best I can offer this afternoon is some modest advice gleaned from a couple of my favorite teachers: Moses and Motown.  I’ve already introduced the former; we’ll approach the latter through three of the civil rights movement’s most influential anthems: Sam Cooke’s “A Change is Gonna Come”; Curtis Mayfield’s “People Get Ready”; and Martha and the Vandellas’ “Dancing in the Streets”.

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There been times that I thought I couldn't last for long

But now I think I'm able to carry on

It's been a long, a long time coming but I know

A change gonna come, oh yes it will.

            -Sam Cook, "A Change is Gonna Come"

Through countless trials and tribulations, Moses recognized that the liberation journey would extend beyond his own lifetime. So he spent forty years preparing the next generation to cross the Jordan and died gazing on the plains of Canaan from afar.  Echoing that experience, Dr. King spoke prophetically the night before his own death: “We’ve got some difficult days ahead.  But it doesn’t matter to me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop.”  So, too, Sam Cooke was fatally shot two weeks before his classic, “A Change is Gonna Come” hit the airwaves.  Like Moses and MLK, he reminds us that the pursuit of justice is a marathon, not a sprint.  It’s a long time coming, he achingly acknowledges; there are no short cuts on the road to freedom.  

We forget this wisdom at our peril.  Too often, understandably hungry for immediate returns after decades of electoral losses, we expend copious time and money on big ticket races only to inevitably lose badly.  Sam Cooke suggests that we are better off playing a long game, creating a justice campaign that grows from the grassroots up rather than trickling down from the halls of power. We need to think bigger than two-to-four-year political cycles.  Instead of pouring millions of dollars into currently futile statewide races, we can build a movement starting with PTOs, school boards, county commissions, highway districts. Home by home, neighborhood by neighborhood.

Consider the example of Reclaim Idaho, whose strategy is straightforward: One campaign at a time, we seek to grow a movement of local leaders and volunteers with the power to demand change. It isn’t glamorous but it works.  Year after year, our legislature refused to expand Medicaid even as countless Idahoans unnecessarily sickened, died, and fell deep into debt with medical expenses.  So Reclaim Idaho campaigned tirelessly behind the scenes to create a ballot initiative, and in 2018, over 60% of Idahoans voted for Medicaid expansion.  Here was hard evidence for a truth I think we all knew in our hearts: Idahoans are better than the extremists we elect to represent us.  When we take the long way, making our case door by door, we can accomplish great things.  

My colleague, Rabbi Sharon Kleinbaum, teaches that we generally overestimate how much we can realize in a year, but underestimate what we can achieve in ten.  Another wise teacher, Wes Jackson, takes this principle even farther.  Back in the early 1970s, he recognized that contemporary agriculture is fundamentally unsustainable and set out to develop a radically new agrarian practice. For the past five decades, he has toiled at that task, breeding new perennial hybrids to feed healthy human communities. A few years ago, a journalist asked him, “How long will it take before you succeed?” Jackson replied: “I believe we’ll find our answers within the next twenty-five years.”

The questioner followed up: “But you are well into your eighties!  It seems extremely unlikely that you’ll live to see that day.  Isn’t it terribly frustrating, to labor so long without witnessing the fruit of your efforts?”

Wes Jackson paused for a moment, then responded: “If your life’s work can be completed within your lifetime, you’re not thinking big enough.”

It's been a long, a long time coming, but I know a change gonna come

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People get ready there's a train a-coming

You don't need no baggage, you just get on board

All you need is faith to hear the diesels humming

Don't need no ticket--you just thank the Lord

            -Curtis Mayfield, "People Get Ready"

Curtis Mayfield’s anthem, “People Get Ready” is a masterpiece in a long line of Black American hymns that invite the listener aboard the freedom train bound for a better world.  While Mayfield pointedly denies admission to the truly malevolent who would “hurt all mankind just to save his own,” he emphasizes from start to finish that this railroad promises hope for everyone else.  It’s picking up passengers from coast to coast, no baggage, no ticket required.  You just get on board.  That inclusive spirit of beloved community is the engine that drives the whole train down the tracks.  We move forward only when—and because—we travel together.

Moses teaches the same lesson at a critical junction in his struggle with Pharaoh.  With the plague of locusts devouring every growing thing in Egypt, Pharaoh’s courtiers persuade their boss to offer a compromise: he will let Moses, Aaron, and the Israelite men go and worship their God.  But Moses knows better than to divide the people, whose strength lies in their unity. Without a moment’s hesitation he replies: We will all go together, young and old, with our sons and our daughters alike.  Then, as now, our capacity to prevail depends upon our unbreakable solidarity.

Alas, too often in our contemporary human rights work, we create barriers and baggage, demanding that our fellow pilgrims pass litmus tests to earn their tickets to ride.  Instead of working through our legitimate differences on assumptions and tactics, we divide into competing tribes, prioritizing ideological absolutism over consensus and compromise.  In his essay, “Building Resilient Organizations: Toward Joy and Durable Power in a Time of Crisis,” activist Maurice Mitchell argues that to effectively combat rampant racist and authoritarian forces, we must nurture pragmatic partnerships.  He warns against the kind of unyielding purity that holds anything less than the most idealistic position as a betrayal of core values and evidence of corruption or cowardice.  How can we move forward, he asks, if we self-righteously refuse to engage with those who do not already share all our views and values? 

If this cautionary note holds true for Maurice Mitchell, who lives in deep blue New York surrounded by progressive allies, all the more so for us here in Idaho, where we can scarcely afford to alienate potential coalition partners.  In our environment, unity creates possibility; division spells doom.  As with Moses and the ancient Israelites, our liberation journey depends upon our ability to travel together.  We need to march side by side: vegans with hunters in support of wilderness; socialist academics with blue collar unions for fair wages; radical queer activists with mainstream libertarians for gay rights; liberal Democrats with moderate Republicans for open primaries; Jews and Muslims and atheists and liberal Christians against white fundamentalist nationalism.  For as Dr. King reminded us: We may have come over on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.

We are stronger together.  You don’t need no ticket—you just get on board.

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Callin' out around the world

Are you ready for a brand new beat?

Summer's here and the time is right

For dancing in the streeets

            -Martha Reeves and the Vandellas

Emma Goldman famously proclaimed: “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution”; Martha Reeves and the Vandellas’ 1964 hit “Dancing in the Street” provides the groove.  Legend has it that the song’s writers, Mickey Stevenson and Marvin Gaye were driving through the streets of Detroit when they saw children of different races playing and dancing in the water of an open-fire hydrant. That image of integration inspired the two men to create the song.

For the hard work of justice to endure, it must be suffused with joy.  The night before the Israelites left Egypt, Moses declared a communal holiday, celebrating the Passover before it actually happened: This day shall be to you one of remembrance; you shall rejoice in it as a festival for all time.  Though much hard labor lay both ahead and behind—though Pharaoh’s legions would soon be in furious pursuit—it was nonetheless essential to make time for gladness and thanksgiving.

In her article “Black Justice, Black Joy,” Lindsay Norward of the NAACP’s Legal Defense Fund writes: 

For weeks following the horrific murder of George Floyd, protesters took to the streets. Brimming with passion and energy, the sounds of their despair and exhaustion at persistent injustices reverberated. At the same time, though, lively chants, speakers blasting protest anthems, rhythmic drumming, and joyous song saliently filled the air, harmonizing against the clash of tear gas and violence directed at them as they rallied for justice.

Within these sounds, despite and amid the pain, were expressions rooted in Black joy. 

These simultaneous expressions of deep sorrow and hopeful elation are an enduring part of Black people’s present and past in the United States, existing in various forms throughout the long and winding fight for civil rights and racial equality. . . Voting rights foot soldiers in 1965 crooned “Freedom Songs” as they marched from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama, despite facing unspeakable violence and harassment from law enforcement. In sharing joy amid sorrow, Black people have not only challenged injustice with triumph —they’ve envisioned the unwritten and unseen within the future, imagining what could be possible. 

Make no mistake: our demonstrations are deficient without dancing and graceless without gratitude.  Even as we live amidst cruelty, suffering, and bigotry, let us remember that this world is also filled with beauty, courage, and delight.  Without those precious stores to draw upon in times of trial, we would soon deplete ourselves of the holy energy we need to bend the arc toward justice.  So look around this room.  Celebrate the faces and look into the eyes of those who stand here, together, side by side, and smile.  Take good pleasure in this soulful congregation of friends and strangers dedicated to the fulfillment of Dr. King’s dream.  Savor the blessing—the unquenchable joy—of Cherie Buckner-Webb’s extraordinary voice and know: the time is right for dancing in the street!

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My friends, I believe that a change is gonna come.  I don’t expect the work to be finished within my lifetime, but I know, with all my heart and soul, that one day this Capitol dome will ring with liberty and justice for all Idahoans.  

So, people, get ready.  

There’s work to be done.  

Let’s dance.

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