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Feed My Starving Children

Feed My Starving Children was a huge success for the Kehillah. Twenty-one members of Kehillat Chaverim volunteered their time to pack meals for the organization. We gathered at their Richardson location, listened to a brief orientation and set of instructions, donned our hairnets, washed our hands, and started packing meals for El Salvador.

Some people scooped components of the MannaPackTM meals, while others made certain the bags met the weight range before being sealed and packed into boxes. Each time we finished filling a box of meals, our team cheered loudly. Several other groups were also donating their time that night and we all had fun packing while listening to music and also competing with other tables. At the end of the evening, all participants had completed packing 88 boxes which equates to 19,008 meals that will feed 52 kids for a year. Bravo Kehillat Chaverim !!  

 

Bamidbar 5779 – A People or a Religion?

I received inspiration for this d’var from a podcast discussion between the host Jonathan Silver of the Tikvah Project and his guest, Rabbi Daniel Gordis of Shalem College in Israel. They discussed the growing divide between Israeli and American Jews. No longer do we live in an American society where support for Israel is automatic and where Israel can do no wrong. Not only are we as Jews attacked by far-right extremists, but we now experience the far-left who question Israeli policies especially in the area of the Occupied Territories. And this anti-Israel sentiment is now heard from our fellow Jews as well. Religious belief in America is diverse across a wide spectrum of beliefs, but Israelis are typically either Orthodox or Secular with a few who find themselves involved in the Mesorti or Conservative sect and the Reform sect.

I have given the dvar for Bamidbar for the last five years since it is my Bar Mitzvah parasha. This year, I went back and reread the parahsa with a different mindset. Bamidbar means, “In the Wilderness”, but in English this book is called Numbers. We completed the book of VaYikra last week and now transition to wandering in the desert where the revelation occurs. Tomorrow we celebrate Shavuot which celebrates the giving of the Torah on Mount Sinai which begins the establishment of a formal book of law.

Verse 2 begins with G-d speaking to Moses, “Take a census of the whole Israelite community by the clans of its ancestral houses, listing the names, every male, head by head.  You and Aaron shall record them by their groups, from the age of twenty years up, all those in Israel who are able to bear arms.  Associated with you shall be a man from each tribe, each one the head of his ancestral house”.  This census begins the lineage of the Jewish people as 603,550 males over the age of 20 were counted.

The census, organized by tribe, establishes the numbers which defend the nation of Israel. The tribes flew their flags in the formation of the encampment. The count and the structure established a position of strength in hopes of avoiding war. Was there any premonition to the future that each of these tribes would spread the Jewish people to different parts of the world in the future? What would happen to the strength in numbers when there was no longer a single presence as one nation?  A common set of beliefs and morals were established to build the basis to form a nation based on the laws of the Torah. Would anything have changed knowing the state of modern day Judaism and the events leading up to present time over the past thousands of years?

The English Oxford Living Dictionary defines a religion as, “The belief in and worship of a superhuman controlling power, especially a personal G-d or gods.” A nation is defined as, “a large body of people united by common descent, history, culture, or language, inhabiting a particular state or territory.” So, where do we as Jews fit into these definitions? Most Americans think of Judaism as a religion first. The basis of our Jewish upbringing revolves around receiving a Hebrew School education, having a Bar Mitzvah, attending shul and building a social network of other Jews. In Israel, I believe people see themselves as a nation first and as a religion second. Those of us outside Israel do not inhabit a common land or speak Hebrew fluently.

Recently, in some heated Congressional politics here in the US, the allegiance to America over Israel was questioned. It is Jewish nature to feel a bond to Jews everywhere and especially to those Jews in Israel. But it cannot be disputed, that the vast majority of American Jews are patriotic to their home country. It is not just a yes or no or a right or wrong answer. As Jews, we owe our allegiance to both our home country and to our ultimate homeland, Israel. We as Jews have never been treated better in the history of the diaspora than we have been treated here in the US. Most people have created a successful and comfortable life. Let’s hope we never find ourselves forced into a position of having to give-up our dual loyalty.

The answer to the question – Are we a people or are we a religion is not so simple. The answer depends on where you live and the individual perspective you take. For those in the US we are part of a religion that has survived thousands of years in various locations because of our belief in a fundamental value system originating at Mt. Sinai. The argument can be made that we are a single people that have taken up residence in various host countries over the years and carried with us the same fundamental beliefs. But a people or a nation requires a common system of laws, a common culture, a common language and political structure to support everyday life. The only place that all these aspects exist today is in Israel. As American Jews, most do not understand and speak Hebrew, the language of the Jewish people.

Religion provides the underlying structure that governs the laws, the culture and the language that the state of Israel is built on. Just last week Benjamin Netanyahu was unable to form a government because of a single issue – the requirement from the opposition that all Israelis serve in the military no matter their religious beliefs. Will a three-year absence from formal study negatively impact a segment of society devoted to Torah study and the future of Judaism? I believe not. What happens to a nation formed on the foundation of religion if the Jewish people continue to exist, but the Jewish religion slowly fades away? Is it possible to have a Jewish People without Judaism?

Shabbat Shalom

Va’era 5779 – Does Complicit Equal Guilt

The following refrain is from the 1982 song performed by Quarterflash. When I read this week’s parasha, Va’era, this song popped into my head.

I’m gonna swallow my tears
I’m gonna harden my heart
I’m gonna turn and leave you here

Anyone remember that one? It certainly received its fair share of radio play.  And it brought forth once again the notion the lessons of the Torah are timeless and adaptable to various situations.

This week we read about the first seven of the ten plagues. We read the words numerous times, “ואני אקשה את לב פרעה” – “I will harden Pharaoh’s heart”.  G-d commands Moses and Aaron to initiate each of the first seven of the ten plagues: turn the water to blood, frogs inhabit the land, lice infest the Egyptians, swarms of insects, cattle plague kills off the livestock, boils break out on man and beast, and torrential hail comes down on the land. And after each plague Pharaoh throws up his hands and says, “enough”. But G-d steps in and hardens Pharaoh’s heart. As soon as the plague goes away, Pharaoh changes his mind and does not free the Israelites.

Does G-d take joy in the suffering of the Egyptians? If G-d is benevolent and compassionate, why does he want to see them continue to suffer.

How do we resolve the continual inflection of pain upon a people because of the behavior of their ruler? We read in Chapter 9 verses 15 and 16, “I could have stretched forth My hand and stricken you and your people with pestilence, and you would have been effaced from the earth.  Nevertheless, I have spared you for this purpose: in order to show you My power, and in order that My fame may resound throughout the world.” G-d makes it clear that he has the power to end the suffering in a single action but deems it more important to use the ten plaques to prove his power to the entire world.

Throughout history we witness accounts of suffering at the hands of an unjust tyrant. Do we blame all Germans for the Holocaust? Is it wrong that all of Egypt except for the region of Goshen, the region where the Israelites lived were obliterated by the hail storm for the sake of proving the power of the Lord? Unfortunately, during any act of war, there are innocent civilians that suffer. How we deal with the suffering is what sets us apart.

During the Passover Seder, the custom of dipping your finger in a cup of wine and letting a drop fall to your plate began in the medieval times. The custom is not to rejoice in our eventual victory by recalling each of the plagues, but to slowly decrease our joy of the Israelites liberation while recalling the pain suffered by the Egyptians. The Chabad rabbis teach that reciting a prayer over a cup of wine allows us to ingest the words of the holiness of the barucha recited prior to drinking. Many adhere to the custom of everyone sharing from the same Kiddush cup of the one saying the blessing so that all ingest the words of holiness. During the recitation of the plagues we spill out a small portion of wine upon the calling out of each plague, so the wine left in the cup that we eventually consume is filled only with blessings.

How would things have changed if there was cable news during the time of Pharaoh? Imagine how the coverage of the seventh plague, hail, would be broadcast.

On CNN – An ancestor of Anderson Cooper would be standing outside with his heavy-duty rain slicker while being plopped on the head by the hail.

On MSNBC – The story line would center on how the hail storm has nothing to do with the plague initiated by G-d but rather is caused by global warming that is predicted to happen thousands of years in the future. An interesting aside, is this where the term “an act of G-d” originated?

On Fox News – The hail storm is nothing more than a conspiracy dreamed up by the Jews to place blame on Pharaoh and his loyal followers. The hail is not caused by the G-d of the Israelites, but by the magicians Aaron and Moses.

If there was cable news or some other form of mass communications could we assume the Egyptians would still have blindly followed the directive of Pharaoh? Would the outcome have been different during the enslavement of the Israelites? Today, are we complicit with the acts of our federal, state or local governments regardless of our personal views? Mass media and social networking are critical for a society to maintain freedom and ethical behavior. We know the treatment of the masses is very different in countries which practice strict forms of censorship. 

I admit at times I can become addicted to cable news, podcasts, newspapers and any other form of information available to me. During the month of December, I tried to not watch cable news, but did read the New York Times daily. I did feel happier wrapped in my cocoon of not knowing every detail of what was going on in our country, in Israel and the rest of the world. However, I now realize that ignorance does in fact make one complicit.

We as a people must continue to fight against acts of violence, oppression and discrimination. Without knowledge, we too become guilty by association. I hope one day distant in the future, people are not dipping their fingers in their wine glass to commemorate the pain and suffering of us or any other population of people.

Shabbat Shalom

Yom Kippur – 5779 – Make Memories

“We are all going to die and that makes us the lucky ones”. And no, the scene is not set in a lake full of alligators where death by drowning is better than being eaten alive. This quote is from Richard Dawkin, an atheist. I may be the only one delivering a Yom Kippur talk quoting an atheist. While shocking to hear at first, this thought from Dawkin makes sense. All of us are destined for death, and yes, that makes us the lucky ones because we have had the opportunity to live and to share special times with family, with friends and with community.

This summer I read a book by Steven Pinker, Enlightenment Now: The Case for Reason, Science, Humanism, and Progress, which advocates the positive in the world rather than our natural inclination to focus on the negative. It is difficult to see the positive around us when we are constantly bombarded with bad news. It is unfortunate that ratings are always higher when broadcasting tragedy rather than the good side of the news. We see endless hours of reporters standing in the wind and rain during a hurricane, constant coverage of political infighting or the breaking news of a tragic event like a school shooting. In contrast, we may see a thirty-second clip of people helping others in times of need. I believe our concern for others draws us to these tragedies, but why is more attention not given to the good in the world?

In fact, overall the world is a better place than it has ever been.  There is less poverty, the illiteracy rate is down, and the developed world has become a safer place to live.  Yes, the acts by terrorists are increasing, yes there are still shootings in our schools and other public places, yes there are vehicles deliberately driven into crowds of people, and yes there is a rise in anti-Semitism in this country and even more so in Europe. But there were no babies born with Aids in Africa last year and there are less children dying around the world due to the advancements in health care funded by both government and philanthropic efforts. Pinker writes, “Most people agree that life is better than death. Health is better than sickness. Sustenance is better than hunger. Abundance is better than poverty. Peace is better than war…”.

In the past month, two national figures died, John McCain and Aretha Franklin.  They both rose to national prominence during their lifetimes.  The country was enthralled by their funerals held one and two weeks after their deaths. In contrast, we Jews bury our dead as quickly as possible. Our practices of mourning during the shiva and sholshim periods, has proven psychological benefits. In the African American, Christian culture, the funeral is known as a Homegoing.  Death is not just about mourning, but a moment of joy and celebration of going home to the Lord – going home to heaven. The funeral starts out with solemn prayer, the reading of scripture, and then transitions to the joyful and uplifting gospel prayers. Our custom is to transition the mourner back to the normalcy of life slowly while they begin the transition the same day. The reality sets in that death is a natural part of living.

Aretha Franklin’s funeral was an all-day service, about the same length as our Yom Kippur service. However, I am sure they were provided nourishment periodically during the day and were entertained by A-list celebrities singing gospel hymns.

Who needs celebrities when we have our wonderful troupe of chazanim to lead us in spiritual and uplifting prayer. We recited Unetaneh Tokef, the masterful and timeless piyyut during the Rosh Hashanah Musaf Amidah, and we will recite it again shortly. One of the most recognizable parts of the Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur service, this piyyut is remembered for the lines, “Who shall live and who shall die.” During the days leading up to Yom Kippur, we extend wishes of גמר חתומה טובה, literally translated as, “May your final sealing be good” or more commonly known as “May you be sealed in the book of life”.

The book of life does not just mean living. Being sealed for life is essential, but Unetaneh Tokef also focuses on being sealed for a quality of life.

“…Who shall be at peace and who shall be pursued,
Who shall be at rest and who shall be tormented,
Who shall be exalted and who shall be brought low,
Who shall become rich and who shall be impoverished.”

The questions are asked. Your behavior, as Larry so beautifully spoke about on Rosh Hashanah, will lessen the decree and determine the answers.

Despite the growing anti-Semitism in Europe and the US, we live in the diaspora as Jews with more influence, with more freedom and with more wealth than any time in history. We have opportunities that our grandparents and in some cases our parents would never have dreamed possible. And their wish of a better life for their children and grandchildren has come true. For those of you who are parents, I know your wish is for your children to have a comfortable and fulfilling life.

Sitting in Shul this High Holidays brings back pleasant memories. During the Musaf service on the second day of Rosh Hashanah, Shelley evoked a wonderful memory of a time when I would take my grandfather to High Holiday services at Shearith Israel in Atlanta.  The joyous tune Shelley used for ארשת שפתינו  immediately following the Shofar blasts was the same tune the cantor and the men’s choir used in Atlanta. I recall a pre-Bar Mitzvah boy in the choir who would belt out in his tenor voice singing Tekiah, just as we did.  Feelings I have not felt for 30 years. Memories that will never depart.

Like the news, it is easy to forget the good and dwell only on bad memories. Leave those thoughts behind and think of the joyous times you have had with parents, with grandparents, with children and with other family members. Think about how fortunate you are to have shared these experiences during your life. Take these experiences and the values passed down to you that have been essential to our survival for thousands of years and develop new memories. Our future as a people, your future and the future of generations to come is defined by these traditions, the passing down of values and the living of a righteous life.

As the book is closing, now is the time to remember these cherished relationships in the new year. Focus on the positive and minimize the negative around you. We all start tomorrow with a clean slate with G-d. Reach out to a family member you have not spoken to recently, repair relationships that may be damaged, do something to help those less fortunate than you. At sundown tonight, may the sound of the shofar awaken us to begin a year filled with health, happiness and memories to be made for generations to come.

Bamidbar 5778 – It’s All in the Numbers

Today we begin the reading of the book of Bamidbar or In the Wilderness of Sinai.

Bamidbar is also known in English as The Book of Numbers because it begins with the census taken of the Israelites at the beginning of their 40-year wandering through the wilderness. In Verse 2 G-d is speaking to Moses, “Take a census of the whole Israelite community by the clans of its ancestral houses, listing the names, every male, head by head.  You and Aaron shall record them by their groups, from the age of twenty years up, of all those in Israel who are able to bear arms.  Associated with you shall be a man from each tribe, each one the head of his ancestral house.”

And thus began the lineage of the Jewish people as 603,550 males over the age of 20 were counted in the census.  Why only count the men and not the women?  It made practical sense that only the adult males should be counted to know the potential strength of the Israelite army.

Have you ever stopped to think how much in our lives revolve around numbers?  It takes ten people to make a minyan, we work for a salary, we live at an address, we look around the room to count how many people are here. Numbers are a convenient way to both differentiate us and group us into units. Moses and Aaron grouped the Israelites into the 12 tribes based on their ancestry.

Many events throughout the Torah encompasses numbers.  The story of Bereshit counts the days of creation, Noah took two of each animal, the building of the tabernacle goes into meticulous numerical and geometric details, Larry mentioned the Shmita last week which takes place every seventh year.  The involvement of numbers in our lives is ever present.

There are numbers that leave us with lasting impressions.  Six million is a number we remember all too well.  During the Holocaust, one of the darkest periods of our time, names were replaced with numbers tattooed into arms. Shaved heads, prison uniforms and yellow Stars of David took away any sense of individuality.  In his d’var two weeks ago, Bill spoke about the victims as those that died as Kiddush Hashem, for the sake of G-d’s name.

It is estimated that only 400,000 Holocaust survivors remain and most are eighty or ninety years old. A recent study published by the New York Times reported that 41% of Americans and 66% of millennials do not know what the Holocaust is.  We just celebrated the 70th birthday of Israel.  What will the general population remember about the Holocaust in another seventy years. Who will make sure their story continues to be told.

Our news today is unfortunately filled with numbers. Seventeen high school kids killed at Parkland;  59 people killed by a sniper in Las Vegas, twenty-seven people killed in a Sutherland Springs Church and just yesterday in the 22nd school shooting of 2018 ten people were killed at Santa Fe High School near Galveston. Will it ever end?

This week we celebrated the official opening of the US Embassy in Jerusalem.  What a glorious day to see our country acknowledge that Jerusalem is the capital of the Jewish people. Unfortunately, there were adverse consequences of this embassy move that the world focused on. While we celebrated, sixty-two Palestinians were killed in Gaza during their violent “protests”. The move of the embassy may have initiated the uprising, but the source of the hostility goes much deeper.  We have seen this story of hatred of the Jews played out not only in recent history, but for thousands of years.  Most likely, it will never change.

While the movement of the embassy provided the Palestinians backed by Hamas a reason to express disdain for Israel and hatred of Jews around the world, it does pain me to see how Hamas uses women, children and the disabled as pawns.  There was an excellent opinion piece, Gaza’s Miseries Have Palestinian Authors, written by Brett Stephens in the New York Times on Wednesday of this past week.  If you did not have a chance to read the article, a link will be included in the text of this d’var posted on the website after Yom Tov. In his piece, he summarizes the recent history of the Hamas led insurrections in Gaza and references the statement by a Hamas official that 50 of the 62 people killed were Hamas operatives and three more were claimed by Islamic Jihad.

Moses and Aaron took a census to make sure there were sufficient numbers to fight off the enemy. Today, thousands of years later, we are still building armies to fight off our enemies.  But this census was different to the census taken in parashat  Ki Tissa where a half shekel was collected and the coins were counted to determine the size of the population.  The key element of the census taken in this week’s parashat is the census is a “listing by name”.   Ramban comments that the essence of this census taken is that each person is recognized as an individual as they are counted before Moses and Aaron.

It is too easy to take human lives and turn them into a statistic.  Each and every one of us are individuals.  In any tragic loss of life, it is the lives of individuals that make up the referenced group.  It is not the 6,000,000 Jews killed in the Holocaust, but individuals, our relatives.  It is not the seventeen victims of Parkland, but individuals including Alyssa Alhadeff, Jaime Guttenberg,  and Aaron Feis.  It is not the fifty-nine victims in Las Vegas, but individuals including Heather Alvardo, Carrie Barnette and Jack Beaton.  And it is not sixty-two innocent Palestinian victims killed in the protest, but fifty-three terrorists and nine unfortunate civilian casualties, each with their own unique identity.

We belong to the Jewish people, a people that have survived despite continual attempts of annihilation.  Even though it is important to maintain our individual personalities and our unique place in the world, we have survived because we collectively remain members of the Jewish people.  And we will continue to survive as long as we remain עם אחד – one people.

Shabbat Shalom.

Yom HaShoah – A Commemorative Event – Shabbat Shemini 5778

James Rosenberg – opening and closing.
Members of the Kehillah – voices of the rescuers and the rescued.

Shabbat Shalom    Thank you for joining us at the Kehilla’s Yom HaShoah Commemorative Program.

Yom HaShoah, commemorating the victims of the Holocaust. Today, we celebrate the Rescuers, and those Rescued.

Thousands of Jews were saved by people who risked their lives to rescue Jewish people that they knew, and more that they did not know.

AND, many of the Rescuers were non-Jews. And, whether a Jew or not, if a Rescuer was found out by Hitler and his henchmen, he was a dead man, as was his family.

Before I introduce you to a few Rescuers and those Rescued that survived the Holocaust, and are here with us today, I want to share a brief poem written by Primo Levi, a famous Author, Poet, and Chemist. He was a RESISTER, arrested because of his actions, and deported to Auschwitz.

These words will help you to understand his vision of the Holocaust, and set the stage for the people you will meet shortly. In his poem SHEMA, Mr. Levi attempts to redefine the traditional prayer of the Jewish people.

His poem commands a single-minded focus not on the unity of God, but on a subset of God’s creatures, people living in chaos, turmoil, and total disarray, coupled with abject poverty, despair, and hopelessness.

The poem’s last few lines represent potential curses, and they present a contemporary warning – please listen closely.

If we do not awaken, if we do not use our blessings of privilege to improve the situation of those who suffer hardship, adversity, and misery, we are denying our own power to create change. And, as such, there can be serious consequences for our failure to take action.

SHEMA
A poem by Primo Levi

You who live secure
In your warm houses,
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:

Consider whether this is a man,
Who labors in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust of bread
Who dies at a yes or a no.

Consider whether this is a woman,
Without hair or a name
With no more strength to remember
Eyes empty and womb cold
As a frog in winter.

I commend these words to you.
Engrave them on your hearts
When you are in your house, when you walk on your way,
When you go to bed, and when you rise.
Repeat them to your children.

THE Potential CURSES;    A  WARNING…

Or, may your house crumble,
Disease render you powerless,
Your offspring avert their faces from you.

All readings is from the the US Holocaust Memorial Museum website.

Eleanor Roosevelt

“What has happened to us in this country? If we study our own history, we find that we have always been ready to receive the unfortunates from other countries, and though this may seem a generous gesture on our part, we have profited a thousand fold by what they have brought us.”

Mrs. Roosevelt wrote this in a newspaper column supporting the Wagner-Rogers Bill, which would have allowed 20,000 Jewish children to enter the United States. Because of widespread public opposition, the bill was defeated in February 1939. From “My Day,” her syndicated newspaper column, January 23, 1939.

 

Sir Nicholas Winton – The Power of Good

“I mean, after all, you didn’t need any special knowledge to bring children out. You needed a lot of effort and work and initiative and dealing with authority and all that, but that was general knowledge. It wasn’t any particular knowledge.

Not like the workings of the stock exchange where you had to know how it worked and what the commissions were and what you had to do and when you had to do it and for whom you had to do it and what the price was and remember the price while you were doing something else.

It was nothing like that in dealing with children. No, it was quite different.”

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In December 1938, Nicholas Winton, a 29-year-old London Stockbroker, was about to leave for a skiing holiday in Switzerland, when he received a phone call from his friend Martin Blake asking him to cancel his holiday and immediately come to Prague: “I have a most interesting assignment and I need your help. Don’t bother bringing your skis.” When Winton arrived, he was asked to help with children in the Concentration Camps, in which thousands of refugees were living in appalling conditions.

Winton organized the rescue of almost 700 Jewish children from Czechoslovakia, Czech Kindertransport (German for “children’s transport”, arranging for their safe passage and finding foster families for them in Great Britain. 

In 2003, Winton was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II for “services to humanity. October 2014, he was awarded the highest civilian honor of the Czech Republic, the Order of the White Lion.

Sir Nicholas Winton died at the age of 106.

 

Jerry von Halle

“When I got back to Amsterdam, I got on the phone and I called my teacher; it’s the only person I knew. Not the only person I knew, but the only person I knew who might be able to help us. And the teacher … I called him on the phone and I said, ‘Here we are. This is what happened. My father was arrested; my mother and I are here.’ And again without, without thinking for one second, he says, ‘Come right over.’

So this is 1943. We are walking clear across Amsterdam from the railroad station, and we wind up, we wind up back at Mr. In’t Hout’s home. Here again, this little, this little apartment – it’s a, it’s a city apartment – we were there and we stayed in one room. My mother and I stayed in that room for two and a half years. Never left the room. Never saw … never saw fresh air.

And it’s, it’s a strange feeling. You know even a prisoner is allowed every day to exercise.”

My father and brother were murdered in the Holocaust; mother and I survived in hiding.

Mr. Halle’s story is one of the personal histories in the Holocaust Encyclopedia, ushmm.org.

 

Erika Eckstut

“I remember the time in the Czernowitz ghetto when I used to take off the star from my coat, leave my ID, and go out to look for food. I was always hungry and scared. I went to a store that sold food to the clergy, because I knew my father had a priest friend who was an old schoolmate. It was easy for me to go out since I was blonde, blue eyed, and spoke German fluently.

“One day I saw a German soldier beating a man on the ground who was bleeding. The soldier was on crutches and his chest was full of decorations. He stood on one of the crutches and with the other he beat the man. I approached the soldier and in my perfect German lectured him on how wrong he was to beat a man who did not defend himself. As I was busy giving my lecture, people stood around listening.

All of a sudden a policeman touched my arm and said, ‘That will be enough little girl; let’s go home.’ “At that moment I realized, ‘I can’t go home. If I take him to the ghetto my whole family will be killed.’ So I took him to an opera singer who lived not far from the ghetto. She was, of course, a gentile. When we arrived at the door and rang the bell a beautiful lady opened the door and I said, ‘Mama.’

The policeman at the same time said, ‘Is this your daughter, Madame?’ She ignored him, and pointing a finger at me, she said: ‘I told you once, I told you twice, home and homework.’ The policeman in the meantime kept repeating his question, and, in desperation, she started hitting me in the face. It was so painful that I hardly cared what happened at this point.

Then, as if in a dream, I heard the policeman saying, ‘Keep her, keep her, just stop hitting her.’ After the policeman left, she took me inside, gave me a hug, and asked, ‘Are you from the ghetto?’

“ I have forgotten so many names from during the Holocaust, but I still remember her.” Eckstut’s family survived the Holocaust.

 

David Bergman

“When we arrived, I had already passed out … three out of the 150 there survived. They were all … the rest of them just lay dead. And what they did is, they picked me up … with the hands and somebody else with the legs and then they threw me in a stretcher … getting ready to take me to the crematorium. That’s where they took … that’s where their objective was. And somehow… somebody who was carrying me noticed a hand moving, that I was still alive.

So at a risk to his life, he took me into a barracks. It was actually like a shower room. And I was dazed at that time, virtually, I had no idea. … And when I came to in the bathroom there, it was … I woke up, and I … I thought I was dead. It was like I was in another world. ‘What are these people doing here? Where am I?’ And I thought, I … I … I was totally dazed. I couldn’t figure out even where I am.

And then somebody came over and told me what happened, explained to me that ‘You were just a few seconds away from being thrust into the crematorium, and they saw that you were still alive.’ They said, ‘You’re the first youth that age who actually made it alive.’ And then they took me and they hid me, you know, secretly in their barracks. So I was not even supposed to have been there. And I became like, to them, like a hero.

That here are these fathers who said, well, if I made it then maybe their children would have made it through. And … since I didn’t get any rations, because I was … The ration was there like a piece of bread—enough to keep them alive till they were actually … were going to be taken to the crematorium. And each one would take a piece of bread they would get, break off a piece and make up a slice for me, so that I could survive. And they said, ‘David, you must survive and let the world know what happened.’”

Bergman was among 150 inmates transported to Dachau in a cattle car from another concentration camp; he was one of three who survived—rescued by fellow prisoners in Dachau shortly before he could be taken to the crematorium. His story is one of the personal histories in the Holocaust Encyclopedia, ushmm.org

 

Clara Dijkstra

“Let me tell you how Nettie came into my life. One spring day in ’42, I went to visit some friends and there was a woman there named Sylvia Bloch. She was very shaken up because early the next morning, she and her husband had to report to the Zentralstelle, the big Nazi office on the Adama van Scheltemaplein, to go to work in Germany. They had been given a chance to dive under, but the people who had offered to hide them wouldn’t let them bring their little daughter.

‘Why don’t you give her to me?’ I said. ‘I’ll take care of her.’ She looked at me with red-rimmed eyes. ‘What can I pay you to do this?’ she asked. ‘Nothing,’ I said. ‘Nothing at all.’ “She’d been almost hysterical, but now she calmed down. She left right away, saying she would bring her child to my place as soon as she could. A little while later she appeared at my front door with two-year-old Nettie. She had brought her stroller and all her clothes. When Sylvia was leaving, the child was crying ‘Mamma! Mamma!’

But after a while she settled down, and took a nap. “When my husband came home, he looked at Nettie asleep in the stroller, and said, ‘What’s this?’ ’She’s ours,’ I said. ‘I’ll take care of her; I’ll handle everything. If the Germans come, just let me do the talking.’ My mother wasn’t happy either. She said, ‘Don’t do it! Don’t do it! You worry me so!’ But I told her, ‘Mother, I love you, but it’s already done. We have a child, a Jewish child.’ Then she said, ‘Good for you.’”

Nettie’s parents survived and reclaimed her after the war, but Nettie remained close to Dijkstra throughout her life, nominating her for recognition by Yad Vashem as a Righteous Among the Nations. This passage is from The Heart Has Reasons, Mark Klempner.

 

In closing… 

On Yom HaShoah, please think about our Jewish brothers and sisters that we lost, coupled with the 1 to 1.5 million Jewish children that perished. And, when saying a prayer this week for them, please include all of the people that died as a result of the War. These peoples’ lives were cut short – PERIOD. No other way to say it!!!

Take a moment; please think about a WAR of this nature; let’s call it WW III, and it is happening today, on our soil, and all over the EARTH…

How would we feel about such a catastrophic event occurring in our day, our modern times? THEN, think about the fact that the period 1939 to 1945 was somebody else’s modern times – and those people faced, or perished in a nightmarish HELL.

You have seen the news reports showing the cities totally decimated… That’s why we must never forget the total destruction and loss of life; and, why we can never let it happen again…

During my research for this Commemorative Program, I found a MOST startling fact. The Total Number of Deaths attributed to WW II is somewhere between 70,000,000 and 85,000,000 people world-wide (see attached chart). I cannot even fathom a number of such significance, one that is so very large.

It is my hope that the World will never know of such death and destruction at another time. It is my prayer that the World learned from World War II, that we have no need to ever know of such atrocities, coupled with the deaths of millions upon millions of people.

Nobody needs to die needlessly, if we all work together towards peace, coupled with one another’s success on Planet Earth.

 

Terummah 5778 – What Makes a Mishkan

This week, we read in Parasha Terumah about the building of the Mishkan, the portable sanctuary constructed from materials obtained from donations made by the Israelites.  Most of the parasha focuses on the intricate details of the construction of the Mishkan.  The core elements of our prayer space have only changed slightly in functionality.  We have the Aron Kodesh and the Torah which we treat with reverence.  Are these physical objects themselves sacred or is how we use them sacred?

The last third of the book of Shemot, which we begin today, is about the building of the Mishkan.  Chapter 26:30 sets the tone: “Then set up the Mishkan according to the manner of it that you were shown on the mountain. . . “.   By “shown on the mountain”, the intent implied is how do we maintain the feeling of Sinai?  There are three related methods:  (1) Perform daily acts of compassion and justice that we read about last week in parashat Mishpatim; (2) Use the Mishkan for observance of Shabbat and other holy days to maintain a sacred time; and (3) maintain a sacred space for your observance – the Mishkan.

Rashi’s commentary on this verse, “After you finish it

[the Mishkan] then set it up”, tells us that building the Mishkan is not enough.  We all know in the world of synagogue observance, that build it and they will come is far from a reality.  Million dollar fundraisers do not automatically translate to a space of spirituality.   The building of the Mishkan is the beginning, not the end.  The structure of the original Mishkan was simple (show picture on page 1520).  It is the people that inhabit the space that bring the spirituality.  We can build a brand-new house, but until we move in with our belongings, there is a structure with no personality.

There is emphasis in the parasha on the portability of the Mishkan.  The Torah has foreshadowed that the Israelites will be a people on the move, never to inhabit a permanent space – a people constantly ostracized from country to country.  While the Mishkan is by design not meant to be a permanent structure, it is established at this early time that the Jewish people will be permanent.  We as a people have been exiled from many lands, but our Torah and our core beliefs have survived for thousands of years.

As a Kehillah, we will celebrate our fifth anniversary this May.  It is hard to believe we have come so far from where we started.  The Bradley’s have been most generous to provide us with this room from which we were able to turn it into a holy space.  We first borrowed siddurim from Beth Torah and Chumashim from Tifferet Israel, we purchased our first Torah in the first year, we obtained an Ark that was no longer needed by Levine Academy, purchased our own Chumashim and then our second Torah.  During these first years we went from hand me down folding chairs of assorted colors and shapes to the seats we have today.   With some additional modifications over time including updates to the ark by Becca and Joe Levy, we turned an empty room into a very functional space.  We created our Mishkan, our holy space.

But it is not just this space that makes our Kehillah so special.  It is the people that inhabit this space each Shabbat and on the Yom Tovim.  It is the people, the Kehillah, the Community that brings spirituality into the space and makes this space holy?  Each of you in your own way have made this space holy.  Too often a synagogue becomes preoccupied with the membership numbers which are necessary to support a building, a staff and programming without thinking about the original purpose of building the Mishkan.  What a unique opportunity we have, as they say in the world of startups, to utilize sweat equity.

We have come this far because each of us has gone outside of our comfort zone and learned to lead parts of the service previously undertaken by the paid professional staff.  We have several people that have read Torah and chanted the Haftorah for the first time.  We have many, including myself, that have delivered their first Dvar Torah here at the Kehillah.  We are led each Shabbat in prayer by some who had never davened prior to the Kehillah.

This D’var Torah was inspired by Melissa Steiner’s aspiration to learn to chant the Haftorah.  Melissa is one of several of our regular Torah readers that read Torah for the first time at the Kehillah.  She picked a Haftorah at the end of April and is now learning the prayers and the Trope to meet her personal goal.  I challenge each of you to venture outside of your comfort zone, learn the meaning of a prayer by utilizing the exceptional commentary in the siddur, improve your ability to read Hebrew in our class, attend one of our study sessions led by Fred Nathan, or take on a role in our weekly service that you previously have not done – no matter how big or how small.  Your community is here to make it possible for you to succeed.  My goal is to be able to daven one of our services provided you will be able to tolerate my out of key voice.  Set your goal on your individual path of growth and there will be many people available to make it a reality.

We strive to continue to blend the components espoused in this week’s Parahat of justice and observance coming together in this sacred space.  For some, that path to growth involves active and regular participation.  For others, that path means taking on roles previously not held.  We are fortunate to be a part of this unique offering in the Dallas Jewish community.  I look forward to being a part of the Kehillah’s continued growth, not measured by size or by numbers, but by the personal growth of each of our members.

Shabbat Shalom.

 

Words of Reflection For Yom Kippur 5775

Good Yom Tov, For those of you that I may have insulted or offended in this past year, I ask for your forgiveness.

Have you ever imagined you would be lying in the middle of the road, unconscious with no recollection of how you got there? It’s a natural human feeling to feel invincible, to feel that it could never happen to me. Last Sunday, as most of you know, I fell off my bike during an early morning ride. Maybe it is time to get the training wheels back out. I came back to consciousness with this strange women, whom I later found out is a physician on a walk, staring me in the face asking me all these personal and probing questions. What is your name? How old are you? What is today? What is the month? Who is the President? I knew my name and age but not much more. When I told her Bush was the president, it was a quick decision to call the ambulance. Fortunately, I have recovered my mental capacity although some of you may argue that point.

Why do I tell you this story? It is Yom Kippur, and riding bikes has nothing to do with the underlying message of today. I am not looking for atonement for putting my family through the agony of dealing with my injury, although I do acknowledge how loving, supportive and helpful they have been. I had the theme for my talk today weeks ago, but lacked an opening. Was it G-d helping me out to see there is a deeper meaning? A meaning that has special significance today as we prepare for Yitzkor. Translated, Yitzkor means “Remember”. Soon, we will ask G-d to remember the souls of our relatives and special friends that have passed on. Our recitation of the Yitzkor prayer makes that eternal connection between ourselves and our loved one. Like reciting Kaddish during the period of mourning, the recitation of Yitzkor brings dignity to their souls and elevates them higher and higher in their eternal homes.

Each and every one of us do not know when our time will come and when the time of those we love will come. We must live our lives and do the things today as if perhaps, it may be our last. “Why Wait”, a popular theme in many advertisements implores us to try it now, buy it now, take the plunge. 10 million did not wait and bought the new iPhone 6 on the first weekend it was available. So why do we choose to wait to do the things that may be difficult, but have special significance in our lives?

Brothers do not speak for years because of some family spat. Why wait to make up and no longer miss out on the pleasures of each other’s company. A child calls a parent on birthdays and anniversaries. Why wait for these days rather than make calls and visits a special part of their weekly or more frequent ritual. You have an argument with a friend and are longer speaking. Why wait to make up? We can always find a reason to not do the things that matter the most, but that impulse purchase of the latest high tech gadget happens with no thought. Material possessions can make us happy short term, but what about the longer term, what about the eternal happiness.

Live your life as if today may be that last day. Maintain your relationship with others as if you may never see them again. Turn your focus from the daily and weekly mundane of work and school and find something that makes you happy. Hopefully we all find some fulfillment and satisfaction in our jobs and our professions. Make time for yourself. Find that special activity that makes you happy. When you can reach this point, then you may find it easier to make the time for those you love. Take advantage of the time you have, for one day the time will be no more.

Remember, life is short and there is no time like the present. Find the time to tell someone you love them and how special they are to you. If you have offended someone in the past there is no time like now to apologize. Especially today, start the year off with a clean slate. Don’t miss this opportunity.

Three years ago my father’s health had deteriorated to the point where my mother called to tell me I need to come visit. Atlanta was too far for a weekend drive, so it typically meant getting on a plane. I found all types of excuses to not visit on a regular basis when he was healthy. I had plans, the tickets were too expensive, I needed to be here in Dallas for the kids. After his stroke, my visits increased, but not often enough. I received this call on a Thursday and thought I should wait until the next weekend to visit. Jill and I discussed and reflected on a story told during a sermon by Rabbi Glickman just a few months earlier during Yom Kippur. It was about an opportunity missed to recite the Viddui prayer, the final confessions before death with a congregant because there was no time that day. The next day was too late, the congregant passed away. We decided I needed to go the next day and not wait until the next week. I continue to be thankful as I was able to speak to my father in a conscious state on Saturday and Sunday before he drifted into a state of unconsciousness Sunday night. He died holding my hand Monday night. I had the opportunity to tell him I loved him as he left this world. Why wait? Do today what you may not be able to do tomorrow.

Life is short. Life is unknown. Don’t wait. Live today to build those special moments, those special memories that will never die. Long after losing a love one, you will remember those special times together. Special activities together, that special food you always looked forward to, the special story you heard a hundred times that never got too old, the couch with the plastic cover, visits, ice cream sodas, the entrance made in the house every evening as your father or mother came home. These are memories that last forever. Memories that will never be replaced.

We all cherish those special times with our mothers, our fathers, our grandparents, our siblings and others that we have been close to. After someone dies, we say “May their memory be for a blessing”. What a special phrase. We are saying to the mourner, the survivor, the memory you have of your loved one turns into a blessing for you and for their soul. The memories of the life our loved ones lived are a blessing.

As we pause a few moments before Yitzkor to allow those who’s custom is not to stay leave quietly, reflect on those special memories.

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