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Electronic Shackles: Redemption on Shabbat and Pesach 

Electronic Shackles:
Redemption on Shabbat and Pesach

by Rabbi Rick Brody

This cartoon showed up in my Facebook feed today:

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Not only is it hilarious, but it’s also very timely at this moment in the rhythm of the Jewish seasons. It reminds us of the ways we remain enslaved to technology and in need of the annual festival of liberation that comes each spring as well as a weekly reprieve from the distracting, overstimulating workweek.

The cartoon captures the value of having a regular day to unplug. The Rabbis described Shabbat (a day that has always been an opportunity to step out of our workday routines and away from our reliance on the engines of industry–and in more recent history for abstaining specifically from using electronic devices) as me’ein olam haba, a “taste of the world to come.”

While I don’t subscribe to a belief in the image portrayed in this cartoon for whatever might “come next” and am much more interested in promoting the idea of “olam haba” as a shift in consciousness, relationships, and civil order attainable in our lifetime, the idea still stands: If our experiences of eternity involve only those parts of reality that truly matter; and the various vessels of our own creation—which might both help and hinder our journey towards that encounter with eternity—are ultimately not actually part of that ultimate reality, then ought we not train ourselves to function happily and freely without them right now?

The Jewish approach to answering that question is a “six-7ths” compromise: We will engage these devices, tools, and vessels during the 6 days of creation but will abstain from them once a week as a taste of a different way of living. And—since Shabbat is not only a memory of the completion of Creation but also of the Exodus from Egypt—we will also find this abstaining to be liberating. How enslaved the poor folks in the cartoon have been—and will remain eternally–because of their inability to function without their electronic shackles.

Right now are the intermediate days of Pesach, chol hamo’ed, non-holy days sandwiched within sacred time. They are like sweet charoset (and a little bit of maror, a reminder of the bitterness of oppression) between two pieces of matzah, the humble, flat bread of our liberation that defines and bookends this holy time. As we enjoy their sweetness—ideally intimately connected to springtime!—may we find a good balance between using personal devices for redemptive purposes and seeing the larger prize of liberation that involves more than those instruments of communication, entertainment, and data acquisition. May we communicate directly with those in our midst; may we soak up the warming rays of sunshine; may we engage more than our thumbs to walk, run, and play in outdoor leisure; and may we move from being atomized, silent acquirers of information to interactive, conversant knowers of and participants in the real-time goodness of physical companionship and quality time with those we love.

I composed most of this reflection on a personal “handheld” electronic device, using my thumbs—as well as my eyes and cognitive faculties. I completed it on a “laptop” device, using a few other fingers. But now I’m going to live it by walking away from these external instruments and focusing on the most important device of all—my body as a whole, with its multiple faculties of emotional, cognitive, kinesthetic, and other ways of knowing and experiencing the blessed reality it inhabits—which will interact fully with my children and my environment, unshackled by electronic tools. Moadim l’simchah—may these be special seasonal days for joy!

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How Do I Rise? On Being Human and Not Being Chameitz

Much has been written about the symbolic meaning of the matzah. One popular mode of interpretation is to ask how we, as human beings, can be unleavened. What is the difference between having our (inner) dough rise — fermented by some kind of invasive yeast — versus having it remain simple and pure?
My friend and colleague Rabbi Aaron Alexander (and soon-to-be-rabbi Ronit Tsadok) published a lovely entry on the Huffington Post about certain aspects of the Pesach experience we would do well to focus on for our own spiritual elevation. One area of focus was on this idea of ridding ourselves of our personal chameitz, the “hubris and unhealthy ego” that stands (rises?!) in contrast to the “humility and self awareness” that matzah represents.

One response from a well-respected teacher of Torah was to question the idea of matzah representing self-awareness. He wondered if part of humility was about turning our attention towards God, essentially fulfilling the injunction to “know before whom you stand.” Below was my response to that challenge, which also serves as a general elaboration on this entire theme.

Much of this interpretation, by the way, is expressed quite powerfully in a teaching by the Chasidic master, the Sefat Emet:

On every Pesah a Jew becomes like a new person, exactly like the newborn child that each of us was as we came forth from Egypt. More precisely, the internal essence implanted by God within our hearts is renewed, again. That essence is called lehem ‘oni (poor people’s bread), because it is totally without expansion. By definition, matzah is just the dough itself, not having changed through fermentation. Every Jew has this inner essence, a gift from and of God. Our task is really to expand that essence, to draw all our deeds to follow it. This is our job throughout the year, for better or worse. But this holiday of matzot is the time when the inner essence itself is renewed, purified from any defilement. Therefore, it has to be guarded from any “fermenting” or change on this holiday.

If our “rising” does not occur within the context of knowing before whom we stand, then it is chametzadik rising. If it is not before — in deference to and reverence for — the One, and all that the One commands and “stands for,” then it is vain and “in vain.” It is a misguided rising, corrupted — fermented — by the yeast of ego, what the Rabbis call yetzer ha’ra but which isn’t “bad” at all if applied properly and in moderation with a mindfulness of the One before whom that rising occurs: it facilitates marriages, children, the building of homes, etc. That’s why the symbolic application of this phenomenon to bread can’t be in place all year: We need that process that we call “culturing” — that occurs in the social realm parallel to its biological manifestation in the raw ingredients of flour and water. The essential chumra (stricture) of Pesach — the fence we build around the biological chameitz — trains us to be more acutely aware of the parallel chameitz that manifests in our social existence, that distorts the simpler admixture of our embodied existence in relationship to the One, turning us away from the One and the unadulterated awareness of rising before the One.

Perhaps we can think of God as the water and us as the flour. The free will and immense capacity for knowledge that God gives us usually allows for the flourishing of the yeast, those unique aspects of human culture that enable us to “rise above” the rest of Creation as representatives of Divinity, standing upright in our quest of “heaven.” But we know too well the dangers of that rising. In fall, just as inclement weather would drive us into our warm, perhaps luxurious homes, Sukkot forces us to step out of our comfortable palaces (built by that same human “yeast” we’re talking about) and “return” to a simpler, more harmonious relationship with nature — God’s Creation that we inhabit — that virtually none of us would argue for embracing fully year-round.

In spring, the natural world is bursting out of its hiding places of hibernation and inner growth — engaged in its own harmonious rising that the Psalms tell us are living odes to the Creator. But Pesach reminds us not to let our own natural, human, gifts lead to an excessive, distracted bursting forth. Rather, the holiday forces us towards a more harmonious engagement with Eternity — symbolized by the water that moistens us, the flour. That “harmonious engagement” is solidified through the baking that preserves the simplicity of the mixture, locking us in more intimately with the transformative water and simultaneously keeping us free from the more complicated and complicating transformations that the yeast facilitates.

Chag sameach!

Elijah the Prophet is Not the Tooth Fairy

Elijah the Prophet
is Not the Tooth Fairy

by Rabbi Rick Brody

Elijah the Prophet is not the Tooth Fairy or the Groundhog.
We don’t “check” to see if he came when we weren’t paying attention.
The question of his arrival is not a game.
When he comes, we will know — and he will not disappear, leaving only faint traces of his presence.

Rather, Elijah’s arrival will shatter our worlds, carry us to a new plane of reality.
It will resound like a reverberating shofar, flow like a gushing stream.
We will know. He will be no invisible interloper. He will sit with us and drink with us, sharing in our joy and answering our questions.

His cup sits here not as an opportunity to check for missing wine, stolen surreptitiously like pesadik cookies from the cookie jar.
No, it sits here as a reminder of our yearning for his arrival, as a reminder of our responsibility to pave the way for his heralding of the Messianic Time.

The question is not “Will he come this year?” and it will not be “Did he come while we were dining and schmoozing?” It is — and will be, until he comes to answer it — “what are we doing and what can we do to make our celebration of freedom a permanent one?” His absence is the continual reminder that we have not yet established the fertile ground in which our Messianic dreams can grow and flourish to their complete reality. Conquering that absence is the riddle we need to solve — and we will know when it is ready to be solved.

Don’t keep checking the cup to look for missing wine as a herald. Keep checking yourself and your community for the wine we still need to pour so that the cup is filled to overflowing — ready without question for the guest whose arrival will be no mystery, whose presence will be so known that our attention will not be on determining it but rather on celebrating its absolute reality.