Saturday, October 28, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Conversation #4: Only one path
We’re somewhere in Crown Heights, just talking.
My friend is experiencing some qualms about her living situation.
She says: I need to be around people who are on the same derech (path) as me.
Her wording caught me offgaurd and I say: Same derech? All Jews are on the same derech.
She thinks I'm just being poetic and replied: Eh…not really.
For me, this is an essential and practical thing.
I say: Yea, that’s what being a Jew is. Our whole nation, we’re all on the same derech.
She sees what I mean underneath, but her experiences keep her from being convinced.
I say: We’ve just all been given different cars. But we’re all going to the same place, driving on the same road. Really.
She says: I guess so.
The conversation was quick, fleeting. But it left me thinking.
I don’t sit well with the idea of Jews being on different paths.
When I think of the essence, sparks, redemption, G-dliness, our often unrevealed wants - I really do feel we’re all on the same road.
But then we look outside, see differences, an array of styles and habits, struggles and hopes and dreams.
But so what?
Why can’t we all just be around each other and not care about the car we’re driving?
Maimonides says that friends are two people headed in the same direction. So, sure, it’s hard to be around people who are going somewhere else. How can you be one if you’re not going in the same place? Yea, I get that. And so, the thing with Jews is that we’re all headed in the same place. Buried underneath every Jew is the same map. I strongly believe that. I’ve seen it. I can’t think otherwise, for it just doesn’t make sense.
Even those Jews who want to be on a different path are still on the same path as every other Jew. It’s unavoidable. If two Jews can be “on different derechs,” then how can we call ourselves a nation?
I believe that Jews are a nation, a family – we have oneness.
This world owns one real path.
I don’t’ care what my friends are driving.
Ultimately, we’re all in the same traffic.
Right?
I guess I’ve just never thought about other Jews being on any other path but, you know, the Jewish one.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Vus Machs Du, Eric Cosby?
Eric Cosby is a 6"4, humorous African American with dreadlocks and
very smooth skills in the sales department.
A transaction the other day led to our meeting.
He reached out to shake my hand, and I gently refused and told him,
"I'm Jewish, and very careful with touch."
Eric was like, "yo, that's cool, that's cool."
I jokingly responded, "I know, isn't it? You should try it."
He laughed and said, "Nah, I don't touch a lot of people anyways. I
use a lot of hand sanitizer."
It was my turn to laugh, but wanted to make sure he didn't get the wrong idea.
"Judaism believes that touch is a very sacred thing."
"Aha, yeeeea," He nodded his head slowly, " I dig that, I dig that."
And then, of course, Eric makes the association and asks, "So, do you
like Matisyahu?"
"Of course, are you a fan?"
"Oh yea, I love Reggae as you can see (he points to his dreadlocks). I
love that song...how does it go...Jerusalem, if I fogeeet yoooou...."
And before I know it, I am being serenaded.
"Jerusalem, if I forget yoooouuuuu, fire's just not going to come..."
Okay, so he didn't have the exact lyrics down, but the enthusiastic
hand motions made up for it.
"Oh, and that other one, how does it go....um, something like, young guy..."
After deciding to help him out a little, he starts singing again.
"Yooooung maaan, control it in your hands, slam your fist on the table..."
And he is, well, slamming his fist on the table.
"Yea, man" he tells me shaking his head, "I'm all about that."
I'm grinning from ear to ear. This guy is my new favorite 6"4 African
American with dreadlocks.
And he's not over.
"So, like, I'm trying to think of something Jewish to say to
you...what's that word? Loochem?"
"Hmm, Loochem?" I'm racking my mind, but, as Jewish as the word
sounds, it's not actually a hebrew word.
After Mr. Cosby demands to know a good Jewish greeting, "Shalom" slips
out quickly but then I tell him, if he wants to be extra cool, he can
use Yiddish and say "Vus machs du?"
After a couple of tries, he's competition for anybody walking down
Eastern Parkway.
I'm racking my brain as to where he got this "loochem" word, which
very closely resembles "Lechem - bread", but why would he know that
specific word?
I mention it to him and he starts laughing.
"Yeeea, in Austin Powers, when that guy says it, he's slicing bread!"
So, there ya go.
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As I'm leaving, I see him and flash a peace sign.
He waves a hand and yells across the room: "Mazel Tov! Jerusaleeem, if
I forgeeet yoooou...!"
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Nothing major came out of this little happening - there's no
punchline. It's just, sometimes I feel like something very powerful
is happening during these little interactions between Jews and
non-Jews. A casual, almost silly, interaction gave me a little glimpse
into the era of redemption, and how the whole world is ready to
embrace the truth and pride in every Jew.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Crown Heights Ramble
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Some pictures I took:
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Steppin' out
I have yet to hear the details.
I was Gmail chatting with my brother online today when he had to interrupt to go do something.
"Stepping out..." he said.
I asked, "to where?" but he was already gone. I resumed my work at the desk, typing up flyers, calling people...
My brother returned a half hour later to answer me.
"Well, turns out...I was stepping out...to make a Bar Mitzvah. First time Teffilin for a guy I just met in the store."
So this is what happens when the Rebbe's soldiers step away from their computers.
Just like that.
A Jew steps out.
A Bar Mitzva takes place.
A Jew steps out.
A man is reconnected.
A Jew steps out.
And our nation is a little more whole.
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Imagine if we all just stepped out a little more.
The Rebbe's lasting vision lives through us almost effortlessly sometimes.
It was just one small step for a Bachur, one giant leap for mankind.
Monday, October 02, 2006
His Smile. And I'm back.
This is not how it was supposed to be, the girl told herself.
The images, energy...it all led up to...to this?
Her idealistic self came crashing against her reality
And for a while, she couldn't find herself
Her drive to be on fire set off alarms
Why can't I love everything I'm doing?
Why am I looking for more?
Was I real about being G-d's messenger?
But deep down the girl knows what all descents are for...
The girl went to visit the Ohel, the Rebbe's resting place
Where the Rebbe is anything but resting
On the video, the Rebbe spoke to the girl
He said, "Sometimes, it may happen, specifically when you're on G-ds
mission, you have hardships..."
He looked directly at the girl.
With deep urgency in his voice, he concluded that "the only proper
response is to do what you're doing and do it with three times more
the amount, with three times more energy!"
The rebbe reminded the girl that, "Oh, yes...this is G-d's mission."
So the girl is discovering a newfound inner strength
She's finding the happiness and energy that exists no matter what you're doing
That everyday is a gift
That G-d is everywhere
That there are sparks to lift
And there's not time to waste
She's starting to grasp the reality that you make the mission
You define your reality
You make the choice
But most of all
She's discovering tha sometimes the mission has more to do with
What you're needed for
And not what you need
So, with all this, she's coming to terms with a fear
That her deep down burning
Her true inner mission
Cannot
And will not
Wait
So she's starting to run again
She's starting to write again
She's starting to feel G-d's hug
Avinu Malkenu
He is our father
And second, he is our king
But, he is our father first
The girl found that, no matter where your soul lies...
No matter how down, vulnerable, and empty...
If you still look for Him...
He responds with the greatest smile











