“Turn it, and turn it, for everything is in it.
Reflect on it and grow old and gray with it.
Don’t turn from it, for nothing is better than it.”
Pirkei Avot / Sayings of Our Fathers 5:22
Simchat Torah, which means “rejoicing in the Torah,” is an annual love fest demonstrating our abiding affection for the challenging, beautiful, sweet scroll of our stories.
We have a special tradition for Simchat Torah at Temple Or Olam. As we roll the Torah back to the beginning, I ask members of our congregation to stand by the column of their choice in the book of Genesis. Then I look. I scan the column for the blessing they have chosen, though they have no idea where it is.
To be frank, I don’t either.
Nevertheless, some of the letters shine and glisten at me; some words emerge from the parchment. The letters of Torah turn and turn and turn again. I read them: They are telling me something about the soul before me.
This past year, a young man in our congregation stood before a dry text indeed. One person begat, the next did the same. I read the series, despairing of message or purpose. Shem begot Arpachshad who begot Shelah who begat Eber. Sixteen verses later, I read the final lines introducing Terah and his sons: Avram, Nahor, and Haran.
I started grinning.
“What?” asked the young man.
I looked up at him. I’ve known him for many years, and watched with increasing joy as he has taken one firm step after another toward this year’s planned beit din. There, I know, three rabbis will surely and joyfully acknowledge what we in our congregation already know (he’s Jewish!).
He had chosen the column that introduces Avram’s birth.
What did Avram do? Take his heart in his hands and journey towards a different life. What is this young man doing? He is taking his heart in his hands and journeying towards a different life.
I went along the table. A young teenage girl stood by a column that began with Sarah’s invitation for everyone to laugh with her, to share her joy at the miracle of Isaac’s birth. This young girl, I know, was born only after many long years of painful waiting and hoping on her parents’ part. “You are a particular blessing,” I say. “Ask your parents to tell you the whole story sometime if they haven’t yet.” Her mom is standing nearby. She laughs. Like Sarah?
I moved to a congregant in her seventies who has recently been celebrating her freedom – after many decades – from a certain family member’s demands. She pointed to the scroll, to the passage that describes how Joseph’s family sold him into slavery. “That’s my story,” she says, when I tell her.
Torah is so rich I could probably find something in every column for every congregant. Laws of probability, coincidences – you can throw them all at me while I try to explain how magical it feels to discover Torah within the souls of my congregants.
Torah is terrible, rich and frightening. It is tender and it is violent. It is often perplexing. It is real. It is human.
Maybe this ritual of ours is really about how much I love my congregation. Since I know the people of Temple Or Olam, I can read their stories in the ones before me on the scroll. Sarah and Jacob and Joseph are Stacey and Nick and Susan.
The unfurling parchment is ancient and magical. I turn it, and turn it, and turn it again, looking for those I love, those before me, those about me.
We are black letters on white parchment, the strokes and lines of a human endeavor, of human striving. Everything is in that.
Barbara,
What a lovely posting, touching, tender, and revealing for we the uninitiated, providing another glimpse . . . slightly more about your traditions. It is like a door that opens magically every once in a while, just a slight opening, but revealing something wonderful within.
Thank you for sharing.
It was a magical night, and continues to weave its blessing. Where are all the people who need to be there?
This tradition has so much meaning to a congregant. Again, we as outsiders see your religious beliefs have a personal relationship for each individual. Thank you for sharing such an important tradition with us.
Carol
This was a very special evening as it is every year. I’m not sure how to express this but there is always something mystical about people standing next to a Torah portion that happens to be connected to her or him. We are so very fortunate to have Rabbi Barbara as our spiritual leader. Often I forget to say thank you, so thank you very much.
many years ago, Jane and I each stood by a column while we were holding the scroll and she ended up standing near the column with Lev 18:22 in it, and I was on the column with Lev 20:13.
the rabbi who was with us almost had a heart attack laughing, but he never said anything about what our blessing was. But that’s okay. We were standing right next to each other.
Rosh Chodesh Tov.