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

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Getting “Woke”- Yom Kippur Morning, 5778


Getting “Woke” 
Yom Kippur Morning, 5778
Rabbi Joseph R. Black
Temple Emanuel- Denver, CO

My Dear Friends,
A story is told of the untimely death of a man who left behind a young wife.  After the initial period of mourning had ended, the deceased’s widow purchased a grave-marker and set the date for the unveiling.  As the time for the unveiling came closer, the widow discovered, to her dismay, that her husband had not been completely honest with her.  In fact, instead of providing her with financial security, he left her with hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt – the result of some questionable investments.   She also found out that he was not entirely faithful to her during the course of their marriage.   As you can imagine, she was devastated.  She was also very angry.  It was too late to cancel the unveiling:  guests had been invited and the stone had already been ordered and carved with an inscription.  She called the monument company to see if anything could be done and they told her that while they could not cancel the stone or erase the engraving, they could add something to the inscription – but it had to one of their “standardized” texts – to personalize it any more would be prohibitively expensive.  She asked for a list of standard inscriptions and eventually she found one to her liking.
The day of the unveiling arrived and the widow came with her friends and family to the cemetery.  When the stone was unveiled, everybody present saw two inscriptions – the old and the new -  side by side, which read: “Rest in peace…..Until we meet again.”
It’s a funny story -but it also belies a hidden truth that calls out to us on this Yom HaKippurim – this day of Atonement.  There are moments in our lives when we are confronted with a truth that we didn’t ask for and didn’t want to know about, but once we hear it or see it, we have no choice but to act upon what we have learned. 
And so, this morning, I want to talk about how we look at the world and how our preconceptions and closely held notions of who we are can sometimes put us in places and positions that take us out of our comfort zones and force us to either live in denial by shutting out the reality in front of us, or rethink our priorities and take a stand for a cause that we know is just.
A good example of this was how, this past week, we all were placed on the sidelines of the NFL watching as players, coaches, pundits and our president weighed in on the practice of athletes kneeling during the singing of our national anthem.  To some, kneeling is sign of disrespect - to our nation and its flag.  To others, it is a powerful form of protest – not against the flag or our nation, but against systematic racism and injustice against people of color that continues to exist in the face of denials by those in power. Both sides have let their feelings be heard – loudly and clearly.  Ideally, the national conversation sparked by this controversy could have paved the way for dialogue and understanding among different communities.  Unfortunately, that does not seem to be happening. If anything, the opposite has occurred.  There are many who delight in and profit off of the division that is being sown, the polarization we are experiencing, and the demonization of the opposition that is taking place all around us.  As I have lamented for some time, dialogue has been replaced by diatribe in our society and civility is paying the price.  We either do not want or are unable to listen to one another anymore.
There’s a phrase that originated in Black culture that I learned in the context of interfaith and inter-religious dialogue.  I am uncomfortably aware that using this phrase could be seen by some as an act of cultural appropriation – but I think that its meaning and history can help us to understand an important and necessary reality that we all face.  The phrase is: 
“Getting woke”
Getting “woke” means that you have been enlightened to important issues that confront us as a society:  issues such as institutionalized racism, religious and ethnic persecution, environmental pollution and economic injustice. When someone is “woke,” they no longer can ignore the inequities that surround them.   The Nobel Laureate, Bob Dylan, perhaps anticipated and expressed this concept best in the 1960’s when he asked the question: “How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn’t see?”
Moses was Woke.
In the book of Exodus we read how this child of privilege – who grew up in Pharaoh’s household - went out “…to his kinfolk”.  He saw a taskmaster beating a Hebrew slave and when he saw that no one else was doing anything to stop the violence, he stepped in and slew the Egyptian[i].
Moses was not alone. If you think about it, “waking up” or “getting woke” is a central motif that has always been present throughout literature and popular culture:

  •   From Jacob’s ladder to Hamlet’s ghost;
  • From the black and white of Kansas to the technicolor splendor of the Land of Oz;
  •  From Harry Potter’s Hogwart’s letter, to Oskar Schindler’s list      
our collective unconscious is indelibly linked with the idea that once we see the world as it really is we are forced to make a choice about whether we can accommodate the new reality with which we are confronted. Rabbi Shmuel ben Nahmani, is quoted in the Talmud as saying: “We do not see things as they are. We see things as we are[ii].”
A few years ago, I read an interesting book called Sum: Forty Tales From the Afterlife by David Eagleman. It’s an easy read - consisting of 40 short contemplations about what the afterlife might be like. This is not a religious text – Eagleman is a neuroscientist, not a theologian. In his essays, God exists – but not in a way that we might recognize. Sometimes God is portrayed as a married couple, or a committee, or an entire species of dimwitted creatures that created us by mistake. In one essay, God is the size of a bacterium. In another there is no God at all and people in the afterlife battle over stories of God’s non-existence.
I want to share one portion of one of Eagleman’s essays. He writes:
When you die, you feel as though there were some subtle change, but everything looks approximately the same. You get up and brush your teeth. You kiss your spouse and kids and leave for the office. There is less traffic than normal. The rest of your building seems less full, as though it’s a holiday. But everyone in your office is here, and they greet you kindly. You feel strangely popular.
Everyone you run into is someone you know. At some point it dawns on you that this is the afterlife: the world is made up of people you’ve met before.
Eagleman continues to expound and expand on this concept – and it soon becomes clear that all the choices you made in this life are played out for eternity: the people you connected with in this world are the only people that exist in the next world. If you limited yourself in life – death is also limited. After a while – you see just how shallow or deep your life really was.
Eagleman’s afterlife is the world we create for ourselves. If we worked to make the world a better place – than the afterlife is a better place. If not – it is lonely, isolating and monotonous. How many of us currently live our lives in a narrowly defined, carefully crafted cocoon? How hard do we work to prevent ourselves from seeing, hearing or getting involved in things that make us uneasy or uncomfortable? How often do we change the channel when we hear news that upsets us?
The great theologian and social activist, Abraham Joshua Heschel wrote that “…indifference to evil is worse than evil itself, … in a free society, some are guilty, but all are responsible.”[iii]
Elie Weisel taught: The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of beauty is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, but indifference between life and death.[iv]
When we recite the Al Chet prayer – one of the key sins we confess is:
Al chet she chatanu lifanecha – b’imutz ha lev
“For the Sin we have committed against You by hardening our hearts.”
In other words, on this Yom Kippur we need to acknowledge the fact that when we harden our hearts to the truths around us, we sin against God and ourselves.  In order for change to occur; in order for our lives to be truly meaningful - we need to be committed to changing ourselves.  That is what this sacred day of Yom Kippur is all about. 
As we read a few moments ago in our Haftarah for Yom Kippur:
"Is not this the fast I look for: to unlock the shackles of injustice, to undo the fetters of bondage, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every cruel chain? Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and to bring the homeless poor into your house? When you see the naked, to clothe them, and never to hide yourself from your own kin?[v]"
Judaism teaches us that we have the ability to change the world – one action at a time. With that ability comes responsibility

  • to speak out when we see injustice
  •  to act when we can make a difference
  • to refrain from doing nothing when confronted with the need for change.
It is for this reason that I want to share with you a small portion of a statement published by the Central Conference of American Rabbis that many of my colleagues from within the Reform Rabbinate are also sharing during the High Holidays this year. It is entitled: 
One Voice for the New Year, 5778
The Talmud teaches, “If you see wrongdoing by a member of your household and you do not protest – you are held accountable. And so it is in relation to the members of your city. And so it is in relation to the world.” As Jews we are held accountable in ever-widening circles of responsibility to rebuke transgressors within our homes, in our country, in our world. One chutzpadik medieval commentator teaches we must voice hard truths even to those with great power, for “the whole people are punished for the sins of the king if they do not protest the king’s actions to him.”
Today I speak words of protest, joining hundreds of my Reform rabbinic colleagues across the nation in fulfillment of our sacred obligation. We will not be silent. We will, without hesitation, decry any moral abdication of people in leadership who fuel hatred and division in our beloved country.
This is not a political statement.
We, like the prophets before us, draw from the deepest wisdom of our tradition to deliver a stern warning against complacency and an impassioned call for action. We call on you to rise up and say in thousands of ways, every day, as proud Jews and proud Americans: “You cannot dehumanize, degrade and stigmatize whole categories of people in this nation. Every Jew, every Muslim, every gay, transgender, disabled, black, brown, white, woman, man and child is beloved of God and precious in the Holy One’s sight. We the people, all the people, are created b’tzelem elohim, in the image of the Divine. All the people are worthy of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.[vi]
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I share this statement this morning not because of political philosophy, or liberal or conservative leanings, but because I cannot be silent when I see moral equivocation in the aftermath of neo-Nazi thugs marching through the streets of Charlottesville, Virginia. 
I share this statement because I see women being debased and degraded and their right to choose how they will take care of their own bodies is threatened. 
I share this statement because I see rights of my LGBT brothers, sisters and congregants threatened.
I share this statement because I see freedom of our press weakened by accusations of “fake news” that echo dangerous patterns of governmental repression against which we, as a nation have fought and for the sake of protecting, too many of our finest have died.
I share this statement because I am worried about the rise of anti-Semitism, racism, Islamophobia and intolerance that is plaguing our country and that has not been forcibly condemned by those whom we have chosen to lead.

I share this statement this morning aware that it may upset some of you.  If it does, that was not my intention – but instead of stewing over your feelings, or writing a anonymous note or email – call me.  Let’s sit down over a cup of coffee and talk to one another.  We may not agree, but at least we can disagree in a way that reflects the holiness and humanity that God has implanted within us.
I am aware that intolerance is a two-way street.  There are many on the left and the right of the political spectrum who have contributed to the climate of distrust and division that infects our nation.  There is a great deal of work to be done to bridge this divide.
My dear friends, this next year will be filled with challenges and opportunities. For those who are troubled by inequities - here in our own nation and around the world, we cannot sit silently. We are compelled to act.
As Jews, we are tasked with Tikkun Olam  - repairing our world. Today is about getting “woke” – about asking difficult questions about whether or not we did all that we could to bring about change.  We need to look at one another with compassion and understanding – regardless of who we are, how we voted, what we believe – how we live and how we love.  We can start by working together to make a difference.
Imagine what the world would be like if every person in this sanctuary went out of their way to volunteer or make a difference for two hours a week. Just two hours... Imagine what we could accomplish! I know that many of you do give of your time and resources in the community – you help those in need - you feed the hungry, you volunteer for Family Promise here at Temple or Habitat for Humanity. You sit on boards and share your knowledge and resources.  One thing that I want to ask of all of us as we continue the vital work of repentance and renewal that is the hallmark of this holy day:  The next time you read a tweet, or feel wronged, or find yourself overwhelmed by a feeling that nothing will ever change, do something to make the world a better place.  Volunteer. Send a letter to a loved one.  Call your mother…whatever you can do to change the negativity that surrounds us to something positive.  If you are “Woke” then use your awakened state to make the world a better place.
May the promise of this holy day help us all to bridge the gap between the world as it is – and the way that the world is supposed to be.
Amen - Gmar chatimah Tovah – May we all be sealed for an awakened  blessing in this New Year.




[i] Exodus 2:11-12
[ii] Talmud Bavli - Berakhot 55b.  Whether or not this is a proper translation of Rabbi Nahmani’s comment – which referred to our understanding and interpretation of dreams is under debate.  This quote was also ascribed to Anias Nin in her essay, “Seduction of the Minotaur.”  Cf. https://quoteinvestigator.com/2014/03/09/as-we-are/
[iii] AJ Heschel, "The Reasons for My Involvement in the Peace Movement" (1972); later included in Moral Grandeur and Spiritual Audacity (1996)
[iv] US News & World Report (27 October 1986)
[v] Isaiah 58:6-7
[vi] Adapted from the statement:  “One Voice” Written by Rabbis Elka Abrahamson and Judy Shanks – edited by Rabbi Karen Kedar.  As of this writing, over 400 Reform Rabbis signed on to this statement and many delivered it from their pulpits.