Friday, March 2, 2018

The Golden Calf of Emptiness


Rabbi Joe Black
March 2, 2018
Temple Emanuel, Denver, CO

Our torah portion for this Shabbat, Ki Tissa:  sets up a powerful paradigm – a “split screen” of action which shows us, on the one hand, Moses and God engaged in an intense dialogue on the top of Mt Sinai. Moses begs to see God’s face  - to understand and commune with the Divine.  And all of this happens at the same moment that the Israelites are building the Golden Calf and violating the very intimacy and connectivity that Moses so desperately seeks.

In our text, as Moses and Joshua are coming down the mountain to hear the people reveling after the creation of the Golden Calf we read the following: 

Exodus 32:  17-18                                       

When Joshua heard the sound of the people in their celebrations, he said to Moses:  “There is the sound of songs of war in the camp!”  And Moses said:  “This is not the sound of songs of bravery; this is not the sound of songs of weakness, this is the sound of  (just) songs ….. that I hear.”

It’s a strange passage – there seems to be something missing in Moses’ reply. It’s not a complete sentence.  Joshua hears the sound of the revelers celebrating the Golden Calf – he hears the intensity of their voices – and yet, he can’t quite pinpoint exactly what they are singing about.  Moses seems to be teaching Joshua that it is not the message of the song that they are hearing that is disturbing – rather, the sound of the singers is chilling to his ear because instead of glorifying God, its purpose was to amplify the sin that was being committed.  It was not a song of bravery or weakness – it was merely the people reveling in the sound of their own voices.

To set the scene – Moses has just returned from an intense communion with God just moments before he and Joshua hear the commotion in the camp below.  He is still glowing from the experience of talking with God and receiving the Torah – the blueprint for life’s meaning and purpose.  To be transported from this level of intensity, spiritual depth and communion with all that is holy to an encounter with the most base, profane and idolatrous sounds of the Israelites must have been incredibly difficult for Moses.  And yet, he not only immediately comprehends what is going on, he also had the presence of mind to argue with God who wanted to destroy the His people.  Moses challenges God saying (and I paraphrase…): 

“Why, O God, should Your anger flare up against Your people whom You have taken out of the land of Egypt, with great power and a strong hand?  Why should the Egyptians say that You removed them from bondage so that You could destroy them in the wilderness?  ….Step back from Your wrath and reconsider Your anger against Your people!” (Genesis 32:11-13)

God relents and Moses’ logic prevails, but the contrast between the revelatory experience of Moses and the baseness and meaningless display of ID in which the Israelites are engaged is both profound and telling.

Today, we, all too often, can find ourselves caught up in this gap between the holy and the empty, the sacred and the profane.  How often do we – as individuals and as a nation, engage in pointless sniping and griping? We delight in empty news that is tailored to our own predilections.  In a world of instant messaging, the search for “gotcha” moments is increasingly becoming a compulsion. 

I am as guilty as anyone.  I regularly check my Twitter feed to see what new morsels of outrage those with whom I am ideologically opposed have committed.  The need to feed our hunger for juicy tidbits of scandal is paramount, exhausting and all consuming.

Yes – much of this comes from a White House and Congress that thrives on chaos, name calling and confusion, but it is wrong to place the entire blame on our leadership. To do so is to deflect us from the real problem at hand. Our elected officials represent our values – as individuals and as a nation.  After all, Aaron built the Golden Calf in response to the people’s call – not out of any desire to rule.

The anger and emptiness our mindless sniping inspires can also be tragic and deadly.  I am convinced that one of the reasons that we are seeing so many acts of violence occurring around us – such as the Parkland tragedy of last week and that of Central Michigan University that took place today – is because we have allowed ourselves to be seduced by the soul-draining emptiness of our national discourse.

If you, like me, are tired of the sound of empty singing – of mindless criticism and sniping, then we all must not allow ourselves to be drawn into the trap of appeasing our basest selves.  One of the most important antidotes to emptiness is in the communal search for holiness that we, as a kehillah kedosha – a sacred congregation – are engaged.  The more we shun  the temptation to give in to our own weakness and move towards creating and celebrating the holy and good in our lives, the better we will be.

This is not an easy task.  I do not have an answer to the multiplicity of problems that we face.  I do, believe, however, that if we come together as a sacred community, we have a better chance of drowning out the noise of mindlessness and finding meaning and purpose in our traditions.  Let our singing bring us closer, our prayers make us stronger, and our values shine a light on the path on which we need to walk.

Ken Yehi Ratzon.



Thursday, February 15, 2018

Opening Prayer For the Colorado State House in the Aftermath of a Tragedy February 15, 2018

Our God and God of all people,
God of the Rich and God of the poor.
God of the teacher and God of the student.
God of the families who wait in horror.
God of the dispatcher who hears screams of terror from under bloodied desks.
God of the first responder who bravely creeps through ravaged hallways. 
God of the doctor who treats the wounded.
God of the rabbi, pastor, imam or priest who seeks words of comfort but comes up empty.
God of the young boy who sees his classmates die in front of him.
God of the weeping, raging, inconsolable mother who screams at the sight of her child’s lifeless body .
God of the shattered communities torn apart by senseless violence.
God of the legislators paralyzed by fear, partisanship, money and undue influence.
God of the Right.
God of the Left.
God who hears our prayers.
God who does not answer.
On this tragic day when we confront the aftermath of the 18th School shooting in our nation on the 46th day of this year, I do not feel like praying.
Our prayers have not stopped the bullets.
Our prayers have changed nothing.
Once again, a disturbed man with easy access to guns has squinted through the sights of a weapon, aimed, squeezed a trigger and taken out his depraved anger, pain and frustration on innocents:  pure souls. Students and teachers. Brothers and sisters. Mothers and fathers- cut down in an instant by the power of hatred and technology.
We are guilty, O God.
We are guilty of inaction.
We are guilty of complacency.
We are guilty of allowing ourselves to be paralyzed by politics.
The blood of our children cries out from the ground.
The blood of police officers cut down in the line of duty flows through our streets.
I do not appeal to You on this terrible morning to change us. We can only do that ourselves.
Our enemies do not come only from far away places.
The monsters we fear live among us.
May those in this room who have the power to to make change find the courage to seek a pathway to sanity and hope.
May we hold ourselves and our leaders accountable.
Only then will our prayers be worthy of an answer.

AMEN

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Praying For Law Enforcement in Difficult Times

Image result for flag at half mast colorado
One of the Divine names that we frequently encounter in Rabbinic and Liturgical writing is Shomer Yisrael  - “Protector of Israel.”  Envisioning God as a protecting shield brings us a sense of comfort as we acknowledge the daily challenges of our lives.  This is an important aspect of embracing both our spirituality and tradition.  But, as we know all too well, we cannot rely exclusively on God’s presence to ensure our safety.  We are fortunate that we live in a Democratic society that has a system of laws along with brave law enforcement personnel who serve and protect us every day – often risking their lives in the process. 
Over the past several weeks, the dangers faced by the men and women of law enforcement in the State of Colorado have come sharply into focus.  Three police officers have died in the line of duty and many others have been wounded.  It is hard not to be moved by the outpouring of grief and support that the families of the dead and wounded have received.  There have been too many flags flying at half-mast over official offices and residences.  It is vitally important that we, as a sacred community, also take the time to reflect and show our support and appreciation for law enforcement agencies and personnel.
This Friday night, at our 6:00 PM Erev Shabbat Service, we will be paying tribute to the men and women who serve in law enforcement.  I have asked Rabbi Steven Kaye – a member of our congregation and a long-time Chaplain on the Denver Police Force – to speak from the pulpit about the holy work that he, his fellow Chaplains and members of our police force perform on a daily basis.  We will offer prayers for their safety and show our solidarity with those who are mourning and those who work on our behalf.

Contributions in memory of Deputy Zack Parrish can be made to the Douglas County Fallen Officer Fund for Deputy Parrish’s family.
Checks should include his name Zack Parrish.
http://www.dcsheriff.net/fallen-officer- fund/

Donations can be made to support Deputy Heath Gumm
at the Colorado Peace Officers Foundation. The direct link is listed below.
www.coloradopolicefoundation.org/deputy-heath- gumm-donation

Note that the Colorado Police Officers' Foundation was founded in
1997 and is a charitable corporation that operates under the
501 (c)(3) provisions of the federal tax code. This official designation granted by the IRS conveys tax-exempt status to the foundation and specifically allows contributions to be tax deductible.
Your donations qualify for the maximum tax deduction.


Contributions to help Deputy Flick's family should go to
El Paso County Sheriffs Foundation
1980 Dominion Way Ste 200, Colorado Springs, Co 80918

A prayer:
Shomer Yisrael – Protector of Israel.
Shomer kol Adam – Protector of All Humanity.


We ask your blessing and protection upon the brave men and women of law enforcement who risk their lives on a daily basis to enforce the laws of our nation.  We give thanks for the courage of their convictions.  Bless their holy work.  Heal their wounded hearts.  May no more harm come upon them as they perform the often thankless tasks of ensuring our safety.  Guide them as they live out the courage of their convictions and serve and protect us.  Grant them wisdom, perspective and the fortitude to make difficult decisions.  May their families and loved ones find comfort in the knowledge that they are not alone in their prayers.  Help us all as we work together to bring peace to a troubled world.  And let us say:  AMEN

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

A Song For Koby

There are moments in our lives when we question everything we take for granted.

This past Sunday our community came together to mourn the tragic loss of Koby Gruenwald. Koby’s twenty two month fight with cancer shook those who knew him- and many who didn’t - to the very core. His parents, Rabbi Saloman and Melanie Gruenwald, documented both his struggles and his triumphant spirit that, to the very end, refused to allow his disease to define him or to destroy his joy of life from being trampled. Koby’s laughter, Music, and vibrancy never faded. His last words, “This. Is. Bullshit!” were a testimony to his fighting spirit and irrepressible determination.

I wrote this song the morning before the funeral service. It was the first time that I ever sobbed uncontrollably while attempting to put my feelings to both words and music.

“Koby” is a nickname for ‘Yaakov’ or Jacob. The images of Jacob wrestling with a mysterious stranger and dreaming of a ladder that reached to heaven were especially poignant as I thought about Koby’s life and the struggles of this incredible family.

Zecher Tzaddik Livracha - May the memory of Koby Gruenwald be for an eternal blessing.





For Koby - January 21, 2018 Words and music (c) Rabbi Joe Black

 Jacob wrestled with an stranger and fought on ‘till break of dawn
He battled fear and danger ‘till a blessing came along
His struggle was defining it showed us who we are
But no Godly beacon shining could erase his ugly scar

Koby we will always hear your voice 
Singing loud and strong 
With a painful Hallelujah God’s presence flowed right through you 
Your blessing was your song 

 When words cannot be spoken then music takes its place
When the world seems lost and broken and the tears stream down our face
When grief and loss are mingled God seems hard to reach
When a family grasps for meaning what’s the lesson we can teach?

 Seems like every day we’re climbing ladders next to angels taking wing
We search in vain for things that matter as our voices grasp for healing words to sing
God’s gifts to us are fleeting and our hearts, like drums are beating
With the rhythms we all bring
And it stings......

 Our hearts and souls are tattered-we see only black and white
When the vessels all are shattered we gather sacred sparks to bring us light
In the valley of the shadows we do not walk in vain
We’re all wrestling with the stranger.
We’re all struggling with our pain


Click below to see a video of the song:
Video: Song For Koby

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Reflections on President Trump’s Recognition of Jerusalem as Israel’s Capital and the Proposed move of the US Embassy in Israel

My Dear Friends,

I write this reflection while attending the Biennial convention of the Union for Reform Judaism (URJ)-a gathering of almost 6,000 committed Reform Jews from across North America and around the world. 

Yesterday, our president recognized Jerusalem as the capital of the State of Israel and pledged to move the US embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. As you can imagine, this statement has reverberated throughout the hallways, workshops and plenary sessions at the Biennial. Rabbi Rick Jacobs, URJ President, in a statement released immediately following President Trump’s speech, wrote:

“President Trump’s ill-timed, but expected, announcement affirms what the Reform Jewish Movement has long held: that Jerusalem is the eternal capital of the Jewish people and the State of Israel. Yet while we share the President’s belief that the U.S. Embassy should, at the right time, be moved from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, we cannot support his decision to begin preparing that move now, absent a comprehensive plan for a peace process. Additionally, any relocation of the American Embassy to West Jerusalem should be conceived and executed in the broader context reflecting Jerusalem’s status as a city holy to Jews, Christians and Muslims alike.”

While I share Rabbi Jacob’s concerns about the timing, messaging and potentially dangerous impact of President Trump’s decision, I also cannot help but feel a sense of excitement. The moral, political and spiritual truths that are encompassed by this announcement resonate within the context of both my love of Israel and the fundamental beliefs that define me - as a rabbi, as a Jew and a committed Zionist. I have always viewed the deliberate dance that previous administrations have had to perform vis-a-vis the status of Jerusalem to be more than a bit hypocritical. To obfuscate around the reality that The City of Peace is, has been and always will be the Eternal Capital of the Jewish people is to set aside thousands of years of history. Jerusalem is embossed upon the hearts minds of the Jewish people. We pray facing Jerusalem. At the conclusion of our Passover seders we affirm: “L’shanah ha-baah B’Yerushalayim -Next year in Jerusalem.”  To walk upon the streets of Jerusalem is to immerse oneself in the fabric of our faith and the axis of Jewish experience.

And yet, despite all of the emotional tugs on my heartstrings when I hear the Leader of the Free World proclaim the truths that should be obvious to all, I cannot help but worry about the ramifications of our President’s statement.  While I have no illusions that the enemies of Israel are constantly on the lookout for reasons to condemn her, I also understand that the complexities of peace are not easily addressed by grandiose proclamations that pander to constituencies that hunger for something positive from the White House upon which they can hang their hats. If I truly believed that this change was the beginning of a cohesive and coherent policy that has a chance of paving a way towards peace between Israel and her neighbors, I would be shouting for joy. Unfortunately, the past months of this presidency have shown us that many policy decisions are not the result of careful analysis. The tendency of our leader to shoot from the hip in order to appease his base have cost our country a great deal of prestige and our diplomatic power is greatly diminished.  I fear that this gesture of dramatic change might very well serve to weaken, not only the United States, but Israel as well.

I hope that my concerns are unfounded and that this move might be positive.  I would love nothing more than to be proven wrong about this. I also understand that many, if not most of us, are confused and concerned about the immediate aftermath of this pronouncement.  If history is to be a judge, and if the shouts of hatred and calls for violence by Israel’s enemies are to be heeded, we could be in for a very difficult time over the next few weeks and days.  Time will tell.  

Now our sacred task is to pray for the peace of Jerusalem.  I plan to write and speak more about this upon my return from the Biennial.

Shalom from Boston,


Rabbi Joseph R. Black

Monday, November 13, 2017

My Mother's Kristallnacht Reflections

My Mother, Sophie Black (z"l) was born in Leipzig, Germany in 1926.  On November 9th, 1938, when she was 12 years old, she and her parents, Abram and Esther Koven, hid from hordes of brown-shirted Nazi thugs who systematically destroyed Jewish businesses, synagogues and other institutions in what is now known as Kristallnacht - the "Night of Broken Glass."  Historians see this event as a pivotal moment in the unfolding of Hitler's Final Solution.  As you will read below, Sophie was able to escape Germany a few weeks following that terrible night, but those memories haunted her the rest of her life.

Each year, at her Synagogue - Beth Emet, in Evanston, IL, she would share reminiscences of her experiences on Kristallnacht.  I don't have copies of all of her speeches, but I shared the following at Shabbat services at Temple Emanuel on Friday night, November 10, 2017.  Here is the text that she delivered on November 5, 2010:

                Several events occurred in the month of November during the last century which are of vital importance to the Jewish people.  The most recent was on November 4, the fifteenth anniversary of the assassination of Yitzhak Rabin, which is within memory of many in this room.  However, the one upon which I wish to focus this evening took place in Germany in 1938 during the night between November 9 and 10.  History books refer to it as Kristallnacht, The Night of Broken Glass.  I remember those days 72 years ago most vividly and want to share a few memories with you.
                Some historical references are necessary.  In the middle of October 1938 the Polish government issued a decree threatening to deprive all Polish citizens living in Germany of their Polish passports.  This Polish measure was widely regarded as an action directed primarily against Jews, and fearing that thousands of Jews were about to be marooned in Germany, the German government turned the tables on the Poles and rapidly deported Jews who held Polish citizenship to the Polish border. They were unable to take more than a small suitcase with them, and what happened to their belongings and businesses is not available in history books.  No one in Poland had anticipated this, and when the trains arrived during the last days of October 1938 at the border between Germany and Poland, the German guards forced the people off the trains, but the Polish border guards refused to let them step unto Polish soil. 
                For several days it was utter chaos at the borders.  Eventually people were settled some place in Poland, and after the Second World War broke out in September of the following year, many of those were sent to the death camps.  Whatever lives they had, after deportation from Germany, were difficult, to say the least. 
                In 1938 Herschel Grynszpan was a young man living in Paris with relatives.  He was born in Germany, had arrived in France earlier that year, but his parents remained in Germany.  They were Polish citizens and were subjected to the deportation.  When he learned of their fate, he went berserk, bought a gun, and went to the German embassy in Paris.  He asked to speak to a person in charge, was sent to a deputy called Ernst von Rath, and shot him.  Von Rath died two days later.  Grynszpan’s fate is unknown.  There are various stories; one even suggests that he survived the war years in prison in Germany, returned to France, and lived out his life with a new identity.
                Kristallnacht, which in German records is referred to as the spontaneous reaction to Grynszpan’s deed, provided the Nazi government with the opportunity to remove all vestiges of Jewish life from German soil.  Synagogues were totally destroyed; businesses could not be continued, unless they were managed by Germans.  All Jewish schools were closed, and every man could expect to be arrested and taken to a concentration camp.
                My parents and I went into hiding on Friday, November 10.  We were scheduled to leave for America a week later, and the only reason we were able to keep that date was because we were not at home, when the Gestapo came to arrest my father.  I remember the days in hiding as terribly tense times.  We were not personally affected by the Polish deportations, because my parents did not carry Polish passports.  They were stateless persons, having fled from the Ukraine in 1920, which cost them their citizenship.  My father had built up a business in Leipzig, and until 1933 life was quite good.  However, he realized quickly that there was no future for Jews in Germany after 1933, and being an ardent Zionist, he made numerous attempts to get certificates for the three us to immigrate to Palestine.  However, his lack of citizenship was a deterrent, and in the spring of 1938 he asked his sister in America to send him an affidavit.  She did, and that accounted for our scheduled departure.
                We had reservations on the boat called The New Amsterdam, and when we left Leipzig on November 19, we were scheduled to go to Rotterdam.  The trip to the Dutch border was about four hours long, and those were literally the longest hours of my life.  I was terribly frightened.  Would the border guards let us cross?  Would they let my father leave?  Where would they take us, should they not allow us to leave?  However, we were in luck; everything passed smoothly, and suddenly we were in Holland.  Nevertheless, it took several days, before I was able to get rid of the dread that had settled in the pit of my gut.
                The impact of an experience such as Kristallnacht is hard to describe.  No matter how one turns the events, there are always unanswered questions.  I think about my classmates.  Half of them did not survive the Shoah.  I think about my parents’ friends, who did not make it out of Germany.  And I think about people who were able to carry out the cruelties and horrors that took place in Germany, and I have no answer.  All one can do is to hope and to pray that such events will never occur again, and that people will finally accept that we are all created in the image of God.  I pray that the Eternal One will stay close to us and will give us the vitality to make the world a good place for all people, so that everyone will be able to walk in peace and achieve fulfillment.  Keyn y’hi ratson.(May it be God's will.)


SKB – November 5, 2010                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Monday, November 6, 2017

Guns and Idol Worship

PHOTO: Investigators work at the scene of a mass shooting at the First Baptist Church in Sutherland Springs, Texas, Nov. 5, 2017. (Jay Janner/Statesman.com via AP)
Once again, our nation is reeling from senseless and tragic mass shootings.  This week the victims were at a Wall Mart near Denver and a small church in rural Texas.  Last week they were in Las Vegas.  While the locations may shift, the basic details are familiar and rapidly becoming routine.  A lone gunman – usually a white male with anger issues and easy access to high-powered weaponry indiscriminately shoots into a crowd of innocent bystanders.  Whether it takes place in a school, movie theater, store, concert or place of worship, the bloodshed and carnage caused by military-grade rifles in the hands of alienated men has been swift, effective and deadly.  These attacks have become relentless and commonplace. According to the Gun Violence Archive, the Texas church shooting was the 307th such incident in 2017[i].  For those keeping track, that is more than 1 such shooting a day. 

Invariably, in the aftermath of a gun violence incident, angry voices from all sides of the political spectrum shout their talking points:
  • From the anti-gun forces we hear calls for sane gun laws.
  • From the NRA and other gun lobbies, we hea r about protecting the second amendment with calls for more “good guys” with guns to prevent the “bad guys” from carrying out their plans.  Instead of curbing gun sales, we should instead ensure that every American is armed and ready.
Politicians call for thoughts and prayers.  Police and first responders are praised.  The dead are buried.  The wounded are treated and those who were not directly impacted by the tragedy go on with their daily lives. Those in the line of fire, or whose loved ones are victims, however, suffer irreparable physical and psychological damage.  Nothing changes.  We move on and wait until the next tragedy occurs.

This cannot continue.

It is time to acknowledge the fact that when much of the discourse around these tragic events revolves around legislation and personal freedom, we are missing another underlying cause of this national crisis: that of Idolatry.

Let me explain.  In Jewish tradition, Idolatry is not merely praying to objects.  It is a state of mind.  It is a way of perceiving our relationship to the world around us. Idolatry creates a belief that human beings are the ultimate arbiters of meaning and purpose in life. An Idolater believes that his or her own creation is more powerful than the natural order.  To worship a “thing” is to override the mystery, beauty and meaning of our relationship with God and community.  The Bible opposes idols because they isolate us from the holiness that surrounds us.

Abraham Joshua Heschel taught that Shabbat is the antidote to “thingness.”  Judaism does not find holiness in things, but rather in Time.  When we focus on the physical, on objects of our own creation, we engage in acts of hubris that block out the potential for holiness and Godliness to enter into our lives[ii].  It also removes us from community – the central value of Jewish identity.

Much of the discourse around gun control seems to revolve around the questions of personal freedom and individual rights. Restricting access to firearms is perceived by many gun advocates as limiting our access to power.  Guns protect us.  Guns keep us safe.  Guns make us feel better about ourselves. They also isolate us from one another and the values that strengthen community. The myth of the rugged individual who stands above the fray and maintains peace through strength is the bedrock of our national consciousness. The Firearms Lobby would have us believe that placing limits on gun ownership is a form of emasculation that will ultimately not only remove our ability to defend ourselves in times of danger, but also is profoundly anti-American.  To take away our weapons is to take away our freedom.

As each violent incident occurs, the rhetoric ramps up.  The NRA and its partners are spending millions of dollars on advertising campaigns that cast attempts to limit access to firearms as a threat, not only to liberty, but to human rights.  Anti-gun forces are portrayed as “elites” who want to impose their beliefs on a nation that is defenseless – save for their own personal protection.  The gun lobby appears to be warning its supporters to prepare for an epic, apocalyptic battle between the forces for good (pro-gun) and the forces of evil (gun control)[iii].

Through its lobbying efforts, the NRA has also made it practically impossible to measure the impact of firearms on society[iv].  There are no pathways to compromise.  Politicians are beholden to and afraid of the money and power exerted by the gun lobby in Washington. Working for sane gun legislation is akin to blasphemy and political suicide.  As such, the only form of discourse available to us is polemical.  This creates a climate where weapons become sacred objects worthy of veneration.  Those who perish in gun-related tragedies can be seen as sacrifices to the gods of Freedom and the 2nd Amendment.

I am not opposed to firearms, per se.  I know many good people who own them. I am, however, strongly opposed to hiding behind the false god of personal freedom in order to worship at the cult of death and destruction that has been unleashed by the NRA and its allies.







[ii] Cf. AJ Heschel’s seminal work, The Sabbath
[iii] Cf. this recent ad published on NRA TV:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qaYFc1_GQM
[iv]The 1996 appropriations bill, known as the Dickey Amendment declared that "none of the funds made available for injury prevention and control at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) may be used to advocate or promote gun control.” C.f. http://www.newsweek.com/government-wont-fund-gun-research-stop-violence-because-nra-lobbying-675794