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September 12, 2001 Rabbi Simkha Y. Weintraub, Rabbinic Director of JBFCS’ NYJHC & NCJH, prepared the following document. Please use it and pass it on as indicated. Several rabbis, social workers, educators, and other community members have contacted the National Center for Jewish Healing asking for Jewish spiritual resources in response to yesterday’s tragedies and horrors, as we hopefully begin to somehow move ahead, to cope and recover. What follows are some ideas to consider; please look at them in conjunction with some of the clinical material we are circulating so that these texts and rituals work in concert with, and support of, our mental health goals. I. Psalms
-- Some communities may find it helpful and comforting to approach the psalms in a rhythmic, musical, (perhaps antiphonal or responsive) less academic way. -- Some communities may find catharsis and meaning in saying the psalms in a rote manner. -- For some you may want to select certain phrases/lines, discuss them a bit and then create a group mural or a collection of individual visual illustrations of the words or verses, for display and comfort. -- Consider composing original psalms, perhaps taking a line from a "real" psalm and expanding it into a personal and heartfelt poem/prayer. For many, writing is an important tool in healing the spirit, and images from the event, as well as more individuals, personal metaphors can contribute to potent compositions. Here’s my translation:
Psalm 27 A Psalm of David 1. Adonai is my Light and my Help;
2. When evil people draw near to
devour my flesh --
3. Even if an army rises up against
me,
4. One thing I ask from Adonai,
5. Adonai will shelter me in a Sukkah
6. My head is high above my enemies
around me;
7. Adonai -- sh'ma/hear my
voice when I call!
8. You seek my heart,
9. Do not hide Your Face from me;
10. Even if my father and mother
abandoned me,
11. Teach me Your ways, Adonai,
12. Do not hand me over to my foes;
13. I believe I will yet see Adonai's
Goodness
14. Hope in Adonai!
Translation by Rabbi Simkha Y.
Weintraub, CSW (C) 1995
A-hat sha-al-ti, mei-eit A-doh-nai,
Kol y'may ha-yai, La-ha-zot b'no-am, b'no-am A-doh-nai, U-l'va-kerr b'hei-kha-lo.
to explore Adonai's sanctuary. II. Ritual
Here are a few lines from Psalms that may serve as appropriate kavvanot/meditations: Adonai is the Strength of my life – whom can make me afraid? Psalm 27:1 With You is the source of life;
It is You who lights my candle;
For You have saved me from death,
Does your synagogue or JCC have a place – say, a lounge or library area – that can be designated as a place to go for Jewish comfort? Consider having appropriate music, "open door" hours set for discussions (with a capable facilitator and at least one or two mental health professionals present), and religious and natural objects whose presence/association may bring solace (e.g., candelabra, rocks and seashells, Israeli woven/embroidered cloth, sacred texts, etc. etc.) IV. Tz’dakah
V. The Parshah/Weekly Torah Portion
Atem nitzavim hayyom (Deut. 29:9): We are standing this day – gratitude and responsibility, one day at a time. Lo bashamayim hi…ki karov eylekha hadavar m’od b’fikha uvilva’vkha la’asoto. (Deut. 30: 12-14): As per Ibn Ezra, the Torah is speaking of three aspects of commitment, the mouth, the heart, and the performance. We need to begin with speech, with expression, moving into what’s in our hearts, and translating it all into deeds. Uvaharta bahayyim l’ma’an tihyeh atah v’zar’ehkha (Deut. 30:19) We are commanded to choose life, for ourselves and for those who come after us. VI. Stories
Here is one story that may be of help: Rabbi Elhanan’s Parable of the Farm Introductory Note: Rabbi Elhanan Wasserman, the great European Rosh Yeshivah (Head of a major Jewish learning center) and Torah scholar, was killed in the Kovno ghetto in 1941, after risking a return to Poland in 1939 from the U.S. in order to care for his students during those most trying times. Among the first American troops to liberate the death camps was First Lieutenant Meyer Birnbaum, an Orthodox Jew who labored heroically to save lives and bring comfort to the starving survivors. One day in Buchenwald, a gaunt Jewish survivor approached Birnbaum and asked him if he had heard of Rabbi Elhanan. Lt. Birnbaum told him that he had, indeed, known of Rabbi Elhanan from his United States visit in 1938-39. Gratified to find such a fellow Jew, the survivor told Lt. Birnbaum that he had been with the Rabbi during the final days in Kovno, and that during that frightful period, fellow fugitives had asked the Rabbi to explain why these horrors were befalling them. Rabbi Elhanan responded with this parable: "Beautiful land…lush grass…so pleasing to the eye," the visitor responded, and then stood aghast as the farmer plowed the grass under and turned the flowing green field into a choppy mass of brown ditches. "Why did you ruin the field!?" the man demanded. "Patience. You’ll see," said the farmer. The farmer then showed his guest a sackful of plump kernels of wheat, and said, "Tell me what you see." The visitor described the nutritious, inviting grain, and then watched in shock as the farmer seemed to ignore their beauty and wholesomeness, and, as he walked up and down the furrows, dropped the kernels and covered them with clods of soil. "Are you out of your mind?" the man demanded. "First you destroy the field, and now you ruin the kernels?" "Patience. You’ll see." Time passed, and once more the farmer took his guest out to the field. This time they saw endless, straight rows of green stalks sprouting up from each of the furrows. The visitor smiled. "I apologize, my friend. Now I understand what you were doing. The field is, indeed, more beautiful than ever. The art of farming is truly remarkable." "No," said the farmer, "We’re not done yet. Patience." More time went by and the stalks were fully-grown. The farmer came with great gusto and a large, sharp sickle, and vigorously chopped them all down, as the visitor watched in horror, the orderly field becoming a vast mound of destruction. In time, he was somewhat relieved to see the farmer bound the fallen stalks into large bundles and decorate the field with them – but later he took the bundles to another place and beat and crushed them until they were just a mass of straw and loose kernels. Then, he separated the kernels from the chaff and piled them up in a huge hill. Throughout, he told his protesting visitor from the city; "We are not done. You must be patient…. more patience." The farmer came with his wagon and piled it high with grain, driving it to the mill. There, the beautiful grain was ground into formless, choking dust. "You’ve taken grain and made it into dirt!" "Patience. Patience." The farmer put the dust into sacks and took it back home. He mixed some with water so that, at least to the visitor, it resembled white mud. The farmer shaped the "mud" into a loaf, a beautifully formed one at that – which made the visitor smile. But not for long – for the farmer fired up a raging oven and put the loaf into it. "Now I know you are insane. After all this hard work, you’re going to burn it?" "Certainly I have told you before to be patient." Finally, the farmer opened the oven and removed the freshly baked bread, crusty and brown, with an aroma that made the visitor’s mouth water. "Come," said the farmer, leading him to the kitchen, where they washed hands, said a blessing, cut the bread, and enjoyed several liberally buttered slices. "Now," said the farmer, "Now you understand." VII. Silence
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