Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Joined Together, Pouring Forth Love
Mishpacha means family in Hebrew. A family is defined by relationship, but how broad, how narrow? As we define our most intimate relationships with those we are closest to, our closest loved ones, our people, do we still remember the more expansive family of all people? At the very beginning of the Jewish journey God tells Avram, I will bless through you all the families of the earth/kol mishpachot ha’adamah. Hearing these words addressed to our selves, as the young Avram/Abraham, do we understand them narrowly, chauvinistically, or expansively, as a challenge to each one of us to be a blessing in the world, each of us part of the great family of earth. Hebrew words are formed from roots. The root letters of mishpacha/family, can mean to “join together,” or to “pour out.” There is a tension, the same tension as in our understanding of family, only narrowly, or narrowly and expansively at the same time? Do we join together to exclude or to include? Do we pour love or hate out into the world? That all humanity begins from the same two people, Adam/mortal, of the earth/Adamah, and Eve/Chavah, from chayah/to live, mother of all life, is to remind us that all violence is domestic violence.
The tension is found in the Passover Haggadah, the book of the Telling, pour out your wrath upon the nations…. Pain born of oppression and persecution blinds us to the expansive bond of family. In a medieval Haggadah, alongside the words of pain become hatred, there is also written, pour out your love upon the nations. Pain, and the hate it spawns, is transformed, family is acknowledged.
This is the tension that fills the Torah portion called Vayera, Genesis 18-22. Dramatic and wrenching, at times uplifting and inspiring, the tensions swirl -- love or hate, narrow or expansive, ways of violence or of nonviolence, noble of word and deed or depraved and ignoble in both? It is about life, both raw and refined, and the nature of family, both inclusive and exclusive. It is about us. Sarah says of Hagar and Ishmael, Cast out this handmaid and her son, for the son of this handmaid shall not inherit together with my son Isaac. Hagar raised her voice and wept. God comforts and says of her child, I will make him a great nation. Hagar’s cry is a universal cry that is also Sarah’s. Two mothers who cry for their children. Two mothers who are sisters, as their two children are brothers.
In one of the most stirring scenes in the Torah, Abraham rises to challenge God’s thought to destroy the violent cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. Within his own family, Abraham fails the test and offers not a word of protest to the call he thinks he hears to sacrifice his own son. Sarah cries silently, away from the text, said to have died from shock upon realizing what Abraham has gone to do. The faithful has turned fanatic. It is about us.
The tensions swirl. Not much has changed. Can we feel the pain of others as well as our own, one not discounting, but including the other? I have trembled upon reading the word “traitor” recently, used to disinherit Jews who love Israel in the way of family, a relationship both caring and critical. What to make of a letter that tore me apart with horror? The suggestion was to bomb Iran into the twelfth century, “which would only take them back about 100 years.” The writer suggested that it is “cheaper to use the nuclear sites of Iran as the dumping grounds for our old bombs.” I was overcome by disbelief, sickened and shaken by the pouring forth of such hate, by the glib disregard for so many innocent human lives. I was soothed by a memory from only the day before the letter, sitting at a meeting in a mosque, Jews and Muslims verbalizing the experience of greater trust as it grows over time, part of an “Abrahamic Family Reunion,” an organization and a concept. Hagar and Sarah, Isaac and Ishmael striving to be family.
We have begun a new program in my synagogue, the “Mishpacha/Family Hebrew School,” parents and children learning together, modeling family, intimate and expansive, particular and universal, all together. May all of our children be vessels of hope, not sent away from each other, but joined together, untouched by hate, pouring forth love upon the human family.
Rabbi Victor H. Reinstein
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