Last Weekend
Last weekend was entirely out of the ordinary.
On Friday, I had the opportunity to spend an hour speaking to a group of seniors a their weekly pre-Shabbat gathering at a local Jewish Community Center. It was my first time speaking to a Jewish audience as a rabbinical student. It was my first time being called "rabbi" even though they knew very well that I was just a student. Nonetheless, it was an humbling feeling, being given such a title and being seen in that role for the first time. Indeed, most of the time a rabbi does come to speak to them each week and I was asked by a rabbi at my school to attend in his place. I am grateful for the opportunity and hope to have such an opportunity again soon. I spoke about my trip to Ukraine, about rabbinical school, and about the week's Torah portion. I had additional material about Thanksgiving but my talking and their questions on the first three topics used up the time. I was also asked to make the blessings over wine and bread after a member of the community blessed the Shabbat candles. Finally, I was asked to bless a women who was celebrating her 99th birthday. I utilized the traditional "priestly blessing" found in Numbers 6:24-27 to bless the woman. I think it went over very well.
On Friday night I went to services at a Very Big Synagogue nearby. They had a special musical service for children. I didn't know that was happening. The tunes were interesting - I had not heard a single one before. I was somewhat disturbed by the children's play area to the side where I saw children happily coloring and drawing pictures. Yes folks, drawing and coloring on Shabbat, when writing is absolutely positively forbidden (or should be at least inside the synagogue). To top it off, some kids had created hand-made signs offering their services as babysitters which they were taping to walls during the service. Tacky, yet entirely inappropriate. I went home feeling dirty.
On Saturday morning I went to a new place for services, a place that several of my fellow students swear by as the best service in all of Southern California, if not the world. Maybe these overly high expectations caused me not to be overly impressed. It was good but it wasn't overwhelmingly awesome. I'll go back but it was difficult to park. :)
Late Saturday was not so good. I was planning on going to a healing service in the afternoon dedicated to a fellow student who had been suffering from leukemia since January. When I arrived at the afternoon service, I was informed that he had died that morning. After experiencing total shock, the afternoon service began in a very mournful mood, with many students and faculty hearing the news for the first time that Shabbat afternoon. I did not know Joel but I had met his wife and three young children. I was grieving for his family and for my community, which was in such a complete state of sorrow. One of our deans led the afternoon service and then we sang Psalms until the evening and end of Shabbat service, which was led by another faculty member. Fellow student P. has more about Joel, may his memory be a blessing, on her blog.
My late Saturday night and Sunday were nothing like I expected in light of this devastating news. Sunday morning I worked as a substitute teacher at the large regional Hebrew high school - a supplemental school for area Jewish students. I was substituting for a friend of mine who was attending a wedding in New York. Her class covers the Pirkei Avot (Ethics of the Fathers), a collection of ethical sayings by the sages, collected in the Mishna. She teaches a few dozen ninth graders. It's been a few years since I've encountered a gaggle of 9th graders. Probably since I was in 9th grade myself. She teaches four 50-minute periods of the same thing to these 9th graders. First period was a huge challenge. By fourth period, I was a pro! That ended around noon and I went home and really couldn't concentrate. On Saturday night I thought I would be able to attend Joel's funeral but found out later that it was going to be held in Dallas on Monday.
Nonetheless, a memorial service was scheduled for Monday at school. It was a wonderful service, led by the dean and attended by one hundred. The dean and other rabbis and rabbinical students spoke about Joel. The memorial on our campus was occurring simultaneously with his funeral in Texas.
And now it is the eve of Thanksgiving and since the end of the semester is not that far away, I have to spend the holiday weekend studying, writing papers, and doing homework because I just couldn't get anything done last weekend.
On Friday, I had the opportunity to spend an hour speaking to a group of seniors a their weekly pre-Shabbat gathering at a local Jewish Community Center. It was my first time speaking to a Jewish audience as a rabbinical student. It was my first time being called "rabbi" even though they knew very well that I was just a student. Nonetheless, it was an humbling feeling, being given such a title and being seen in that role for the first time. Indeed, most of the time a rabbi does come to speak to them each week and I was asked by a rabbi at my school to attend in his place. I am grateful for the opportunity and hope to have such an opportunity again soon. I spoke about my trip to Ukraine, about rabbinical school, and about the week's Torah portion. I had additional material about Thanksgiving but my talking and their questions on the first three topics used up the time. I was also asked to make the blessings over wine and bread after a member of the community blessed the Shabbat candles. Finally, I was asked to bless a women who was celebrating her 99th birthday. I utilized the traditional "priestly blessing" found in Numbers 6:24-27 to bless the woman. I think it went over very well.
On Friday night I went to services at a Very Big Synagogue nearby. They had a special musical service for children. I didn't know that was happening. The tunes were interesting - I had not heard a single one before. I was somewhat disturbed by the children's play area to the side where I saw children happily coloring and drawing pictures. Yes folks, drawing and coloring on Shabbat, when writing is absolutely positively forbidden (or should be at least inside the synagogue). To top it off, some kids had created hand-made signs offering their services as babysitters which they were taping to walls during the service. Tacky, yet entirely inappropriate. I went home feeling dirty.
On Saturday morning I went to a new place for services, a place that several of my fellow students swear by as the best service in all of Southern California, if not the world. Maybe these overly high expectations caused me not to be overly impressed. It was good but it wasn't overwhelmingly awesome. I'll go back but it was difficult to park. :)
Late Saturday was not so good. I was planning on going to a healing service in the afternoon dedicated to a fellow student who had been suffering from leukemia since January. When I arrived at the afternoon service, I was informed that he had died that morning. After experiencing total shock, the afternoon service began in a very mournful mood, with many students and faculty hearing the news for the first time that Shabbat afternoon. I did not know Joel but I had met his wife and three young children. I was grieving for his family and for my community, which was in such a complete state of sorrow. One of our deans led the afternoon service and then we sang Psalms until the evening and end of Shabbat service, which was led by another faculty member. Fellow student P. has more about Joel, may his memory be a blessing, on her blog.
My late Saturday night and Sunday were nothing like I expected in light of this devastating news. Sunday morning I worked as a substitute teacher at the large regional Hebrew high school - a supplemental school for area Jewish students. I was substituting for a friend of mine who was attending a wedding in New York. Her class covers the Pirkei Avot (Ethics of the Fathers), a collection of ethical sayings by the sages, collected in the Mishna. She teaches a few dozen ninth graders. It's been a few years since I've encountered a gaggle of 9th graders. Probably since I was in 9th grade myself. She teaches four 50-minute periods of the same thing to these 9th graders. First period was a huge challenge. By fourth period, I was a pro! That ended around noon and I went home and really couldn't concentrate. On Saturday night I thought I would be able to attend Joel's funeral but found out later that it was going to be held in Dallas on Monday.
Nonetheless, a memorial service was scheduled for Monday at school. It was a wonderful service, led by the dean and attended by one hundred. The dean and other rabbis and rabbinical students spoke about Joel. The memorial on our campus was occurring simultaneously with his funeral in Texas.
And now it is the eve of Thanksgiving and since the end of the semester is not that far away, I have to spend the holiday weekend studying, writing papers, and doing homework because I just couldn't get anything done last weekend.