Kol Nidre 2005: I am always waiting for a renaissance of wonder
Rabbi Mark Dov Shapiro
Sinai Temple, Springfield, MA
Call
1-800-639-8850. Or instead of that, let me just thank WFCR for
last week's story about the poet, Alan Ginsberg.
Last
Friday, it turns out, was the 50th anniversary
of the first public reading of Ginsberg's poem, Howl. Ginsberg
presented this classic poem of protest in a book store owned by another
poet of the time, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and it was the FCR story
that got me thinking about a poem by Ferlinghetti. The poem
also dates from the mid-50's. I'd like to share it with you
now because, after all this time, the poem still speaks to me as I
hope it will to you.
The
poem is called: I Am Waiting
I am waiting for my case to come up
And I am waiting
For a rebirth of wonder
And I am waiting for someone
To really discover America
I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
I am perpetually awaiting
A rebirth of wonder.
And I am waiting
For the storms of life
To be over
And I am waiting
To set sail for happiness.
I am waiting
For Ole Man River
To just stop rolling along
Past the country club
I am waiting
For a sweet desegregated chariot
To swing low
And carry me back to Ole Virginie.
I am waiting for Aphrodite
To grow live arms
At a final disarmament conference
In a new rebirth of wonder
And I am perpetually waiting
For the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
To catch each other up at last
And embrace
And I am awaiting
Perpetually and forever
A renaissance of wonder.
I
have always liked Ferlinghetti's poem for its humor, its politics,
its yearning, vision, and hope.
And
I am awaiting
Perpetually
and forever
A
renaissance of wonder.
I
like the poem too because it also has the feel of a prayer for me. Years
ago, in fact, when I was putting together a creative service, I used
this poem as a lead up to the line Bayom Ha-hu…On that day,
God, You shall be one and Your name shall be one.
The
poem fit the prayer because Bayom Ha-hu is about a distant hope for
a time of peace in the world just as Ferlinghetti's “wonder” poem
is about the hope for a better world where love, faith, and innocence
are free to blossom.
And
I am awaiting
Perpetually
and forever
A
renaissance of wonder.
But
wait. I'm ahead of myself by 24 hours. This is Erev Yom
Kippur. We haven't heard Kol Nidre, and the theme for tonight
and tomorrow is not dreaming. The focus for our Day of Atonement
is the opposite. Yom Kippur is a time for looking back over
a year of vows we made and left unfulfilled. We can't dream
of a sweet tomorrow unless we do some of the less pleasant work called
for right now right here.
No
pretty words about the future until we engage in some remorse, regret,
and repentance. At least once, we need to say, “I'm sorry” for
some of what wasn't done and some of what was done or said by each
of us.
Yom
Kippur means confronting our sins.
But
as soon as I say that word, sin, I feel strange. About ten days
ago when I mentioned the word, sin, among some congregants here at
Sinai, one of those present said exactly what many of you may feel
when you hear me say - sin. The congregant said, “Sin
isn't my word. Sin sounds Christian.”
And
I have to admit it does. When I hear the word, sin, I flip back
to my days as a student rabbi. For two years I used to visit
a small temple in Jonesboro, Arkansas every other weekend. I
would fly from Cincinnati, where Marsha and I were students, to Memphis
and then rent a car to drive the 90 minutes to Jonesboro.
I
would head to Jonesboro on Friday afternoon in time for Shabbat; I
would drive back to Memphis on Sunday. And on those Sunday drives
I would listen to local radio and hear the preachers. They talked
about repenting, they talked about damnation, and they drove home
the message that “sin” was lurking in everyone's soul. “Sin” was
ever present and seductive.
Years
later I hear the word, sin, and, like many of you, I have a gut reaction
which tells me “sin” is a church word. It's not
the way we Jews understand ourselves.
But
does that mean “sin” really isn't a Jewish category? I
don't think so. After all, what do the first human beings do
in our Torah? Eve hands Adam a fruit; both of them eat; and
shortly thereafter they are ushered out of the Garden of Eden. I
think they must have sinned.
Not
long after that, Cain loses his temper and kills Abel. The patriarch,
Jacob, steals the blessing of the firstborn from his brother, Esau. Joseph's
brothers detest him, kidnap him, and then sell him away as a slave.
Flash
forward a few centuries and you find our ancestors at Mount Sinai. They
despair about Moses; they imagine how much better life was in Egypt. Next
thing you know, they have built a Golden Calf.
There
are a lot of sins in the Torah, and if you push ahead another few
centuries, you come to King David. Here's a great leader, politician,
and poet who also happens to have a wandering eye that leads him to
have Bathsheba's husband killed so that he can have her for himself.
Our
ancient text doesn't pull punches. In fact, what makes the Bible
so important is that the Bible isn't afraid to present our ancestors
honestly. Some of them teach great lessons while many of them
are flawed, selfish human beings. I might not like some of these
people, but I can love the text that doesn't hesitate to present
them in all their humanity with their sins.
Let
me tell you a midrash. It comes from the Talmud where the rabbis
try to figure out how human sin fits into God's world. Here's
the setting. We are at Mount Sinai where God is about to give
our ancestors the Ten Commandments. The rabbis of the Talmud
now imagine that a conversation went on between God and the heavenly
angels moments before the commandments were given.
First
the angels spoke. “God,” they said. “You
must not give the commandments which are so honored here in heaven
to flesh and blood human beings on earth.”
“Why
is that?” asked the Holy One.
“Because
human beings will break the commandments. They will sin. They
are not worthy of your precious ideals.
“And
you are?” asked God.
“Yes,
we are,” said the angels. “We are not made of flesh
and blood. We are not jealous. We're not given over to
anger or spite. We follow Your commandments perfectly here in
heaven. Therefore, the commandments ought to stay with us here
in heaven.”
“On
the contrary,” God replied. “You are right that
human beings sin. They are finite and limited. But that
is why they need the commandments and angels do not. I am going
to give them My commandments precisely because flesh and blood creatures
on earth will always be tempted to sin. But these commandments
will help them. These commandments will teach that there is
another way. The commandments will become their way of growing
toward goodness and growing toward Me.”
And
with that, says the midrash, God gave the commandments and the Torah
to the Jewish people. Not because we were perfect and not because
we were sinners, but because we were caught in the middle. Through
our choices we could go either way: towards decency or towards decay.
And
that's the key for Judaism. Where Christianity talks about original
sin and imagines a kind of stain or blot on the human soul, you could
say Judaism describes people with an “original virtue.” Every
day, every hour, we stand at a crossroads. We can opt for good
or bad. We can live at our best or we can make an inappropriate
choice and, let me use the word, we can sin.
A
teacher of mine once captured the Jewish approach in this phrase. He
said Christians understand that they sin because Adam
and Eve sinned. It's a condition of being human. Jews
believe that we sin like Adam
and Eve. Like them (not because of them), we make bad choices.
Or
to use an image that draws on Hebrew, we Jews do believe in Chet and
Averah.
Chet
(al chet she-chatanu) is a Jewish word for sin, but it comes from
a verb used in archery. A sin in this regard is what happens
when the archer shoots his arrow and misses the target. Chet
means missing the mark.
Averah
(another word for sin) comes from the root O-VAIR, meaning to cross
the line. Averah means going astray or getting off track.
Judaism
faults us, then, not for being human, but for temporarily missing
the mark or slipping along the path of life.
Mordecai
Kaplan, a great 20th century
Jewish philosopher, talks about sin in these words: “The
best we can do is generally much better than we actually do. To
be troubled by that fact is to have a Jewish sense of sin.”
And
that's where we need to be right now: not feeling like evil
sinners, but troubled nonetheless by the failures of this last year.
Only
one problem remains. Being troubled does not accomplish the
work of Yom Kippur. A few words of remorse don't mean we have
confronted how much better we could have been. It's almost too
easy to feel good about feeling bad, pat ourselves on the back for
a moment's honesty, and then speed out the Temple door.
So
here's my proposal for tonight.
We
will soon get to a formal viddui/confession in our Machzor/prayer
book. We will read together a well-worded litany of sins, but
because I know we will tend to read it too quickly and too mechanically,
I want to introduce a listing of sins that is not on any page in front
of you. Like the Ashamnu we will sing later, my list of sins
will be alphabetical. It's going to run from A to Z in order
to say that our human failures do run the full gamut of human activity. 26
will be the symbolic number for a hundred ways in which we do less
than we should.
What
I hope happens now, however, is that because my listing of sins will
not be familiar, it may catch you short. You may own one of
the failures I mention. If so, let it be yours. If it's
not yours but belongs to someone else you know, don't ignore it. Consider
how you might forgive the person who owns it.
And,
most importantly, give me time to read the list. Let me pause
between each sin. Let it hang in the air; let it soak in.
I
am waiting.
I
am always waiting for a renaissance of wonder.
But
before that happens, Yom Kippur demands action. That action
comes in the form of regret followed by repentance, a real determination
to make amends and to get back on track. The truth is as Mordecai
Kaplan told us, “The best we can do is generally much better
than we actually do. To be troubled by that fact is to have
a Jewish sense of sin.”
Here is our confession:
Ashamnu - We have sinned - from A to Z -
A - We have assumed the worst in others and the best of ourselves.
B - We have betrayed the trust others have placed in us.
C - We have confused what we want with what we need.
D - Destroyed ourselves with needless abuses.
E - Enjoyed the downfall of our adversaries with glee.
F - Felt superior to others because of our wealth or power
G - Given less than our full selves to the community and the world
H - Hurried to deny responsibility for our own actions.
I - Instigated animosity among others.
J - Junked our world with trash, showing no regard for the environment
K - Knifed others (sometimes friends or coworkers; sometimes family) in the back
L - Lied to cover up our mistakes.
M - Manipulated others
N - Negated the dignity of others in order to aggrandize ourselves
O - Observed people in need and ignored what we saw
P - Being petty, we refused to give others the benefit of the doubt.
Q - Quietly, we have gone along with wrongdoing.
R - Refused to back down from positions when we knew we were wrong
S - Seduced ourselves with the notion that “no one will get hurt.”
T - Trivialized the power we represent in God's universe
U - Unleashed hurtful words
V - Violated the sanctity of our homes with violence against our partners that has been physical, emotional, or sexual
W - Wished ill upon others
X - We have committed X number of sins of which we have not been aware
Y - Yielded to temptation
Z - With zeal, we have pursued happiness to the exclusion of goodness.
(Adapted
from Rabbi David Greenspoon and Steve Kerbel)
*******
Honestly
speaking, that is us, although the gift of Yom Kippur is the promise
that we need not stay as we are. We can do better. From
A to Z, we can turn our lives around.
B can become blessing.
I can become integrity.
K can become kindness.
R can be renewal.
I
am waiting, always waiting for renewal and rebirth.
It
is not easy, but sometimes it can happen. Serious repentance,
slow repentance can work. Not for everyone every time, but for
some of us some of the time.
Confusion can be replaced by commitment.
Destruction by devotion.
Pettiness by peace.
Not easy, but possible if we slow down tonight, if we work together tonight and tomorrow.
May it be so for us tonight and tomorrow.
May we repent and may we find new direction because of what we start to do right now right here.
Amen
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