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All Together Now

[Sermon delivered at yesterday morning’s service. Read on if you’d like a unitarian (sic) hug.]

This drash may sound a bit like a promotion for November 25th’s interfaith Thanksgiving service, or our Thursday afternoon KSVY radio show. And it is! But please stay with me – I’m going somewhere else with it too.

Our Torah portion, Toledot, is devoted to the early lives of twin brothers Esau and Jacob. Esau, a hunter, comes off pretty badly in classical Torah commentaries. The sages and rabbis complain about him as lazy, cruel, and for preferring a bellyful of beans over his birthright inheritance. They judge Esau unfit to carry forward the holy nation-building mission bequeathed him by his grandfather and father, Abraham and Isaac.

But the Torah also shows glimmers of Esau’s decency. When he learns that the local wives he’s married displease his parents, he tries to make amends. Earlier in the portion, the text implies that Esau wears his best clothes when feeding his father Isaac the food he craves most.

Nevertheless, these small kindnesses don’t count for much in the rabbinical mind. The Talmudic sage Rabbi Shimon bar Yochai even puts it this way: “It is well known that Esau hates Jacob.” In fact, the Talmud paints Esau as the progenitor of the most Jewishly oppressive authorities in ancient and medieval times: the Roman Empire and the early Church.

But the Romans are now dust, and ever since the Vatican II reforms of the early 1960s, the Church has largely welcomed us as long-lost siblings. And there’s even a Hebrew ambiguity in the Torah that prophesies – well, let me back up to the beginning.

In Genesis 25:23, Rebecca asks G?d why her pregnancy pains are so intense. G?d replies: “Two nations are in your womb, two separate peoples shall issue from your body; one people shall be mightier than the other, and the elder shall the younger serve (v’rav ya’avod tzair).”

Scholars like Richard Eliot Friedman and Rabbi Jonathan Sacks tell us that the grammar of “v’rav ya’avod tzair” is very fuzzy. These words can be translated as either “the younger shall serve the elder” or “the elder shall serve the younger.” The word “ya’avod” shares the same root as “avodah” – “service.” This service can refer to worship, but also to serving other people.

So important is avodah that Pirkei Avot calls it one of the three things on which the world stands: “on Torah, on service, and on acts of kindness.” Seen this way, G?d’s ambiguous prophecy might envision Esau’s and Jacob’s descendants serving each other. And you may (or may not) be surprised to find that this happens right here at home.

We all know that Sonoma Valley is a special place to live. One of the many, many things that make it so is Sonoma Valley’s Interfaith Ministerial Association. Once a month, more than a dozen members and leaders of Valley faith communities sit down together in our Community Room: Catholics, Presbyterians, Jews, Christian Scientists, Episcopalians, and Native Americans, to name a few. This group invites various city and county officials and nonprofit representatives to attend, and asks them a simple question: “How can we help?”

Those answering that question range from Sonoma’s Mayor and Chief of Police to Vintage House’s new elder care concierge. La Luz’s executive director. The founder of Care Partners dementia support. Hanna Center’s mental health team. Disaster responders. And a throng of others whose mission it is to serve – and by doing so, to build a better world.

It’s not everywhere that people of different faith traditions get along so well. In many places, it’s almost unheard of. But In Sonoma Valley, “interfaith” is more than a pretty and aspirational word. It’s a way of life – and of mutual service.

Shabbat shalom.

Shhhh. It’s “God.”

DEPENDING ON WHO’S reading this, I am about to sound either enlightened or nutty; I don’t really care which, and it doesn’t really matter. (As this blog’s tagline goes, “Those Who Know, Chuckle.”)

One of my favorite rabbis/writers, Jay Michaelson, wrote a book some years ago called Everything is God: The Radical Path of Nondual Judaism. R’ Michaelson’s thesis is that “nonduality” – the idea that everything and everyone is a manifestation of the Divine, rather than G?d being somehow separate from or “above” the physical universe – has as significant a place in Judaism as it does in other mystical traditions (e.g., Vedanta, Sufism, Zen Buddhism, &c).

I began reading this remarkable book a few days ago, and before I had gotten twelve pages in I fired off a fanmail to its author thanking him for having “validated every spiritual experience I have ever had” (if you’re curious, here’s the most profound and lasting one). What makes this book so compelling, at least to me, is R’ Michaelson’s style: matter-of-fact without being “woo-woo,” widely educated but without pretension, and warmly relatable without dumbing down.

Above all, R’ Michaelson emphasizes that the nondual experience can’t be fully described – not because description isn’t allowed, but because isn’t possible. (Or, as he puts it: “In the Jewish tradition, secret traditions are not secret because they are rarely disclosed. They are secret because they are experiential, and thus cannot be disclosed at all.”)

Despite that such experiences don’t lend themselves to words, some teachers make doing so look easy. Rabbi Michaelson is one of those teachers, and Everything is God is one of those books.

Speechless in Sonoma

AFTER SERVICES TODAY (one of my students was celebrating their b’mitzvah), I complimented their old grandfather (about my late dad‘s age: north of 85?), on his Ashkenazic (Eastern European) Hebrew accent. We began talking, and at one point he had me stand shoulder-to shoulder with him, each of us facing in the opposite direction.

“In my shul – I must have been 10? 11? – there were these two men who used to stand like this and pray,” he explained.

“Why did they do that?” I asked.

“They were in the camps,” he said. “And they weren’t allowed to talk.”

The thought of two Jews risking their lives in the mist of Hell to pray as Jews, while keeping their eyes open for trouble and torment, suddenly struck me speechless.

“Thank you for telling me that,” I eventually said in a hollow voice. “I will never forget this story.”

I hope you won’t either.

Words To Bring Back: “Apotheosis”

– Definition: noun the perfect form or example of something : quintessence
– Used in a sentence: Fred Rogers is the apotheosis of a kind, smart, and decent teacher.
– Why: Despite the modern now-a-go-go dystopia we’re headed for, it’s important to know what to call our remaining best and brightest. Very important.

Modern Publicity 101

SOME STORIES DON’T build to a big finish. Like this one.

Earlier this month, I acquired the app and the gumption to begin grinding out 15-second podcasts. I printed a copy of all the “Pithyisms” on my blog so as to have a ready, checkoff-able script, and am currently recording them; I’ve done ten so far, with another eighty or so in the hopper. From small acorns mighty oaks grow, and all that.

The podcasting app (Spreaker Studio) belongs to iHeart Media, whose parent company curates a selection of worthy ‘casts whose inclusion is a big-time traffic-booster for big-time podcasters – specifically, the 5,000+-downloads-a-day crowd.

With a what-the-hell shrug, I applied anyway. To be honest, in the past 30 days I have racked up a whopping 16 downloads; but faint heart never won fair lady, and all that.

A few days after applying, I received a Microsoft Teams call from one of iHeart’s interviewing/vetting reps. We began by chatting amiably about shared geography, the weather patterns of Sonoma and Connecticut (the rep’s home base), and other trivia.

She then asked me what my podcast was about, and I told her that it was a varied selection of pithy comments on a variety of topics. She looked over my online catalog of episodes-so-far (without, apparently, listening to any of them) and made some useful comments about titling and formatting for maximum audience exposure. When I asked her what would make a good title, she asked me if I’d ever used ChatGPT. My long-established animus to that particular brand and type of cognitive surrender is well known to all, but when I politely said no, she said, “I’ll walk you through it.” And she did.

“What should I type?” I asked.

“Whatever your podcast is about,” she said.

So I typed out “How AI is taking over the world,” and pressed Enter.

In response, the Animated Insolence engine (copyright 2026 N.R.A.) spat out paragraph upon paragraph of corporate-speak which would have been amusing if it hadn’t been so absolutely, inaccurately, and unashamedly wrong.

“Wait a minute,” I objected. “This isn’t what my podcast is about at all. It’s a varied selection of pithy, 15-second comments on a variety of topics.”

“You mean they’re soundbites?” she asked.

“YES!” I exclaimed. “Exactly! Soundbites!”

“Oh,” she said. “We can’t help you with that. But keep on doing what you’re doing, and if we can be any help in the future, please let us know.”

“I will,” I replied, and we hung amicably up.

Evidently, my reach exceeded my grasp. And all that.

Sinchronization (sic), Expanded

A teaching based on an earlier post, which I delivered at our synagogue this past Yom Kippur. If it’s not your bag, may I suggest a little podcast [literally] to chase your blues away?

OF THE MANY metaphors for Yom Kippur, my favorite is a road trip. There are: interesting sights to see, good people to see them with, a killer soundtrack – but no snacks. We’re all on a challenging journey to a distant but familiar destination – a fair and welcoming country called … “Teshuvah.”

Teshuvah is Hebrew for “return.” It’s how Jews make up for our sins – how we wipe them from the whiteboard of our lives, leaving only the lessons they teach us.

But what is a sin, anyway?

Some religions equate the word “sin” with something inherently evil. But the Jewish understanding is rather more nuanced.

Judaism teaches that there are three categories of sinful acts. They’re collectively described as “aveirot” (loosely translated as “line-crossings”):

1. Khet: An archery term for missing the mark, it’s an inattentive or truly ignorant error.

2. Ahvon: A “just this once” or “what’s the harm?” action.

3. Pesha: Knowing what the laws/customs/social contracts require, but deliberately breaking them.

If those distinctions aren’t clear enough, try this driving analogy:

1. Khet: Not paying attention to, or not seeing, a stop sign.

2. Ahvon: Seeing the stop sign, but – not seeing any other drivers – proceeding to drive past it.

3. Pesha: Blowing through the stop sign with a smirking, “they can’t tell ME what to do.”

To extend the metaphor, Yom Kippur may be seen as a reevaluation of our driving habits: brushing up on the California Drivers’ Handbook, say, and plotting our routes to make sure we know how to avoid the known hazards and comply with posted signage.

Why is this important? Because we’re not the only ones on the road! We share the highways and surface streets with other drivers, some of whom have differing behind-the-wheel skills. So to ensure that we all reach our destinations safely, we agree to conduct ourselves accordingly.

Torah, in its broad sense of the entire Jewish textual tradition, is just one example of a drivers’ handbook. It sets out to create a blueprint for a perfect society. Toward that end, Torah defines for us certain positive and negative behaviors: the many “thou shalts” and “thou shalt nots” of the mitzvot. In addition to acting by the Torah, we are instructed to continually study it and teach it to our children.

Imagine how safe the roads would be if we all reviewed the driving laws on a regular basis, and then, actually complied with them. And how Jewishly meaningful our lives might be if we study Torah and apply it.

That said, this is not a pitch for joining Shir Shalom’s two weekly Zoom Torah study sessions (though if you are interested, you can talk to me afterward or check the links in the congregational newsletter). What I’d like to talk about instead is this: where our idealistic tires meet the experiential roadway. So let’s examine why, despite every good intention, we sometimes “drive off the road.” So to speak.

There is an ancient rabbinic teaching, based on the early chapters of Genesis, that every person has two internal urges clamoring for attention: the yetzer hatov, or urge for good, and the yetzer hara, classically understood as the urge for evil. What’s fascinating is that our sages say the yetzer hara is of extreme importance to us – as a primal drive. Without it, the rabbis say, we wouldn’t go to work, build anything, or have children.

But two relatively modern rabbis cast the yetzer hara in a different light. American Rabbi Harold Kushner views it as “the urge to selfishness.” And 19th-Century European Rabbi Samson Rafael Hirsch describes it as “the urge toward comfort.”

Let’s explore Rabbi Hirsch’s definition more closely.

Unlike some religious or spiritual traditions, Judaism doesn’t pit our souls and our bodies against each other – we balance them. Our sages teach that without the body, the soul would have no way to experience the world. Without the soul, the body would be inert and lifeless. After all, what good is a car without a driver?

While the Jewish soul and body don’t exactly engage in a battle for supremacy, they do have different priorities. The soul aspires toward things that uplift it, like art, music, prayer or meditation, nature hikes, even Torah study. The body, on the other hand, likes to stay put. It seeks gratification in lazing about, and by satisfying its many appetites – egotistical and otherwise. And this behavior, if unchecked, can lead to the aforementioned aveirahs, or line-crossings.

Without teshuvah, it’s easy to get bogged down by the soulless indulgences of the yetzer hara. But Judaism offers a potential remedy: what our sages call “mesirat nefesh.” Literally translated as “soul-sacrifice,” it can also be understood as “self-sacrifice” or “devotion.” Mesirat nefesh keeps soul and body, the yetzer hatov and yetzer hara, in proper equilibrium through a sort of creative affliction.

Those fasting today are already engaging in one form of creative affliction. Other forms might include giving more tzedakah than usual – making sure it hurts a bit. Going out of our way to help our fellow creatures. Studying a page or two of Torah, or listening to an inspiring podcast, when we’d rather veg out in front of a screen.

The point is not to conquer or do away with the yetzer hara, but to keep it balanced with the yetzer hatov – by getting out of our comfort zones often enough to grow. Otherwise, we stagnate – which is the very opposite of teshuvah. To revisit the car-and-driver model, we can be tempted toward, as Pink Floyd sang, “running over the same old ground, year after year.” Never knowing or even guessing what wonderful vistas we’re missing along the highway leading over yonder.

Wherever it goes, let’s all get there safely together. Gut Yontiff – and happy motoring.

Convergence

“In science truth is always our goal but rarely our attainment. We move from error toward truth by successive approximations. Just as parallel lines are said to meet at infinity, we, as the human race, might expect to arrive at absolute truth only if given infinite time in which to flounder intelligently.”
— E.H. Cherrington Jr, Exploring the Moon Through Binoculars and Small Telescopes

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