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Be Not Afraid

header-rabbis-640x97I’m blogging over at Rabbis Without Borders on the My Jewish Learning website this week:

I am not Afraid: Are you afraid of things that go bump in the night? I was, but I’ve been taking a course—well, officially I’ve been teaching a course—on this very subject, and now I am not afraid. Don’t get me wrong; there is plenty to fear in these uncertain times. Somehow, though, learning about all the things people feared in previous centuries and Read more →

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This Week in Poetry & Song

I’m rwb_logo196at the Rabbis Without Borders blog this week, sharing some of my students’ wisdom with the world. At the end of first semester, students wrote poems of tribute and eulogy to a family member who influenced their lives. Visit the blog to read my reflection about what I’ve learned from my students at The Weber School, as well as read Isabel’s poem about her great-grandfather and watch her slide show, which includes beautiful photos and documents related to his immigration. You’ll also find links there to the Jewish Writing Project, where Ruthie’s poem about her grandmother was published on Monday. Finally, you may view videos created by Danielle, David and Jack below.

Exceeded Expectations: There is a famous story in the Talmud that describes several rabbis arguing about… Read more →

 

~Danielle B

~David M

An introduction to Jack’s video:

On the first day of school, when I shared my goal of studying Torah with my students in order to help them find wisdom in its pages that would help them flourish as human beings and 21st century Jews, Jack told me he was an atheist. I think he was surprised when I validated his point of view and challenged him to search for wisdom in the stories nonetheless. Throughout first semester Jack shared his views with an unusual mixture of critical thinking and good humor, but never got especially excited about writing assignments. When I announced the final project would be a multimedia presentation of their poems, Jack expressed delight. He brought all of his passion for music and making videos to this project. His creativity and generosity evident in this work–he included every student and the teacher who shares our classroom in the credits–inspire me. Watching his video, I cried while laughing and thinking about what a privilege it is to teach and learn from my students.

~Jack T

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Looking Back to the Future Me

I’m feeling nostalgic, and not only because I just celebrated another birthday. Earlier this week, when I realized the Mets were poised to sweep the Cubs, I did something I haven’t done in eight years. I revisited this personal narrative, a snapshot taken at the beginning of my writer’s life, to see if it still rang true.

It was fall of 2007, when NPR was still airing “This I Believe” essays on the radio. I visited the submissions web page and decided to take a risk. I’d never shared the contents of my writer’s notebook on line; to be honest, I rarely read over my journals or revised my own work. I gave my students writing prompts regularly, guided them in peer review and demanded rigorous revisions before grading a final draft. But I didn’t subject my own writing to this process.

The guidelines included a strict word-limit. I remember asking a trusted friend to read and remove fifty words from my first draft. Rereading the piece today, I resist the urge to make improvements, to release the present me from the confines that bound the former me.

Looking back, I appreciate how much the future me is present in this piece. So much of it still true now—and it’s timely again—as the Mets head to the World Series and as I prepare to celebrate milestones and to face challenges with my faith in the soul of the underdog renewed.

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I believe in the soul of the underdog. The one who has to struggle for the victory, who learns that the challenges she overcomes to achieve it make it all the sweeter. I believe in this soul’s journey because it has been my journey.

My earliest Jewish memory consists of a Passover Seder in my grandparents’ Brooklyn apartment. The year was 1970, and our religious ceremony was interrupted periodically by radio broadcasts of the Mets game. For more than 15 years, my Jewish identity would be inextricably bound to rooting for the underdog. If the boys could win it in ’69 then why not again in my childhood? If a young girl could learn to read flawlessly from the Torah, why couldn’t she become a rabbi in her adulthood?

The year I applied to rabbinical school the Mets won the World Series again. I spent the next 15 years building the foundation of my rabbinate on overcome challenges – working harder to reach the next goal. I learned to speak Hebrew; mastered Aramaic in order to decipher the intracacies of the Talmud; honed my liturgy skills for weekdays, Sabbaths, festivals and high holidays; donned tefilin, prayer attire previously reserved for men. I traversed 3,000 miles for an internship, endured an earthquake in California and a war in the Middle East, acquired mentors and found a soul mate. I achieved rabbinical ordination and began my career in earnest, always striving. 1969. 1986. 1993. Victory years for the underdog.

During the last 15 years, I ministered to isolated communities without rabbis in Alabama and Georgia, read the words of the prophet Isaiah from the pulpit of Ebenezer Baptist Church, and joined women of other faiths in social action projects in Atlanta. I dyed my hair fuchsia and walked 120 miles to raise awareness and more than $9,000 for Breast Cancer research. Even my dog is an underdog – a rescued, overweight Lab with arthritic knees. These 15 years have been richly rewarding. I have been unbelievably fortunate to enjoy good health and the joys of motherhood. And I have come to recognize that setbacks have provided my greatest opportunities for growth.

Who knows where my journey will take me in the next 15 years? Wherever I am, I know that I will still be rooting for the underdog. This spring I’ll be wearing blue and red, and cheering for my adopted home team, The Braves. A baseball cap sits on the same head that sports tefilin when I pray for the soul of one who faces challenges directly, anticipating the thrill of the journey, awaiting the sweet taste of victory. 1969. 1986. 1993. 2008. I believe in celebrating the milestones that renew my faith in the strength of the soul of the underdog. This I believe.

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