President's Kvetch
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
March 2013 President's Post
The congregational meeting on Sunday, March 24, in the social hall, at 9:30 a.m., will be more than the usual report from the Board of Trustees. Instead, we will engage in a congregational conversation. We want to know where you are in our rabbinic transition, and as we search for our new temple educator, we are interested to learn about your vision for our religious school. In addition, we can begin a courageous conversation on our commitment to the future success of our temple. This is not always easy, but is both important and, ultimately, a way to enrich our congregation.
Let us begin the courageous conversation by quoting Rabbi Aaron Bisno, who says: “The sacred ground upon which we have built our house is shifting beneath our feet.” Let’s admit that past assumptions about the sustainability of temple life is now undermined by new patterns of affiliation and changing demographics. It’s no secret that the profound economic downturn, coupled with the societal realities redefining our Jewish world, has resulted in dwindling synagogue membership.
Therefore, the expectation upon which our financial model and budget has long relied – membership fees and donations – is suspect. The costs associated with serving our temple community and the expense of operating our building increases each year, while the income we generate from membership dues and donations, at best, remains stable. This unworkable formula causes leadership to shift focus away from a transformative vision to merely one of sustainability. Most every Jewish institution and organization is grappling with what this will mean for its future, for its staff, and for its programming priorities.
As a house of worship and a holy community, we hold dear our spiritual values, and yet, when facing a financial challenge, we must display the courage to entertain difficult discussions even when we fear it may lead to difficult decisions. This includes considering shared services with other temples, supplementing our cost structure with more coordinated volunteer efforts, and reviewing all our options to create more cost effective programs. We must also find ways of creating new revenue streams from our building, and we must be aggressive in our fundraising.
We are faced with a budget deficit caused not by fiscal imprudence, but rather by the shifting ground beneath our feet. The deficit is not impossible to overcome. We must receive a communal helping hand to serve as a bridge, to gently place us safely on the other side, until our turnaround plans and new revenue streams begin to flow. The resulting three-year period may require certain visions and dreams to be deferred until our fiscal house is in order. Until then, we must be open-minded to imagine new possibilities, to consider new options, and to accept an inevitable new reality that, during more robust economic times, might have been unthinkable.
Let’s admit it; the ground is shifting. The purpose, the role, and the structure of synagogue life needs reimagining as alternative models of affiliation and participation are already emerging in our community. The innovations taking place on social media enable Jewish gatherings to occur in less formal settings. Congregations within movements are merging and congregations across movements are coexisting in one building.
As the landscape changes and evolves, one constant will always remain: Temple Beth El is a strong, cohesive community that has proven time and again to be resilient. In the past, whenever presented with a difficult hurdle, we faced it together and as one community we always prevailed – and we will prevail once more. Today’s challenge is great, the need is real, and yet, thanks to this opportunity for creative thinking, the future is bright with amazing possibilities. We can and we should feel optimistic, because we have the strength, the resolve, and the resources to emerge again as a vibrant and meaningful part of our members’ lives.
Indeed, let’s all be reminded of the fact that there is so much goodness and community building that is happening right now at Temple Beth El for which can be proud – in the worship, education, programs, and deeds that make our world a better place. Temple Beth El has always, and will always, enhance people’s lives through Judaism, and we will continue to do so perpetually, for generations, if we stick together and work together for the common good.
I urge you to please participate in the upcoming courageous congregational conversation. See you on Sunday, March 24, in the social hall, at 9:30 a.m. All are welcome.
Comments are welcome!
Thursday, February 28, 2013
VOLUNTEERING IS CARING AND SHARING
In today’s busy and complicated world it is not always easy to step back and see where we are going as a temple community. We are so busy putting out fires and just trying to maintain the day-to-day work that we lose track of the big picture. We must, however, take time to reflect.
We are what we give back to our temple family, and as volunteers, we have the courage to believe that what we do will make a real difference. Sharing is the keyword to describe the way in which volunteers approach their work. They do not seek to impose their values, their ideas or their agendas. Rather, they find out what people need and want, and they work with them to make it happen.
We have volunteers who help B’nai Mitzvah students learn to read their Hebrew prayers. Volunteer students who act as mentors for younger students. Volunteers who help clothe the needy, feed the hungry, and house the homeless; volunteers who look after friends who are sick, or drive them to appointments if they have no family to care for them. Some volunteers make hospital visits and shiva calls. Others beautify our temple grounds and improve our building. Whatever they do, they do in the interest of making the world a better place.
Volunteers can help transform their community for the benefit of all. They put their hands and their minds and, most of all, their hearts at the service of others. Their courage and dedication should be an inspiration for others, for all of us, to act. But we need to promote volunteerism as a valuable activity and to facilitate the work of volunteers.
The motivation of volunteers can be summed up in one word: Sharing! Volunteers share their time. They share their skills and talents, even their money. But above all, they share human experience. They know that this attitude is the true measure of success in life and that it makes society strong and healthy.
Volunteering is an action deeply rooted in the human spirit. Human beings help each other because of their love and compassion for one another. Yet volunteering is not simply something that we do for others. Our own values and humanity are at stake: We are what we give. Volunteering is a freely assumed moral obligation. We help one another because we feel a sense of satisfaction in doing so. It is not an action imposed by an external authority. By caring and sharing we become more fully human while, at the same time, enhancing the moral texture of our community, the social fabric of our society. Caring and sharing have been major components of human behavior throughout our civilization. Caring and sharing are a necessity, not a charitable act.
We are what we give back to our temple family, and as volunteers, we have the courage to believe that what we do will make a real difference. Sharing is the keyword to describe the way in which volunteers approach their work. They do not seek to impose their values, their ideas or their agendas. Rather, they find out what people need and want, and they work with them to make it happen.
We have volunteers who help B’nai Mitzvah students learn to read their Hebrew prayers. Volunteer students who act as mentors for younger students. Volunteers who help clothe the needy, feed the hungry, and house the homeless; volunteers who look after friends who are sick, or drive them to appointments if they have no family to care for them. Some volunteers make hospital visits and shiva calls. Others beautify our temple grounds and improve our building. Whatever they do, they do in the interest of making the world a better place.
Volunteers can help transform their community for the benefit of all. They put their hands and their minds and, most of all, their hearts at the service of others. Their courage and dedication should be an inspiration for others, for all of us, to act. But we need to promote volunteerism as a valuable activity and to facilitate the work of volunteers.
The motivation of volunteers can be summed up in one word: Sharing! Volunteers share their time. They share their skills and talents, even their money. But above all, they share human experience. They know that this attitude is the true measure of success in life and that it makes society strong and healthy.
Volunteering is an action deeply rooted in the human spirit. Human beings help each other because of their love and compassion for one another. Yet volunteering is not simply something that we do for others. Our own values and humanity are at stake: We are what we give. Volunteering is a freely assumed moral obligation. We help one another because we feel a sense of satisfaction in doing so. It is not an action imposed by an external authority. By caring and sharing we become more fully human while, at the same time, enhancing the moral texture of our community, the social fabric of our society. Caring and sharing have been major components of human behavior throughout our civilization. Caring and sharing are a necessity, not a charitable act.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
SAUL'S DUES SEMINAR
Dues. Membership commitment. Financial support. It is important to educate each congregant about his/her obligation to the whole. That is why a Very Important Jewish Think Tank held a seminar explaining to temple leadership the many options to assist them in creating successful congregational support systems. My dear friend Saul Rabinowitz, past president of the Schenectady Jewish Center, attended such a seminar.
Saul reports that three wise men from the Very Important Jewish Think Tank stressed to those in attendance that they must convince existing and prospective members that synagogue membership is worthy of being a major recipient of their charitable and philanthropic giving, because only the temple teaches and inspires Jews to manifest the ideals that are central to all other Jewish institutional endeavors. That was Power Point Slide No. 1.
Only one of the wise men spoke; the other two were drinking iced teas and eating jelly donuts. The wise speaking man continued: “Once your members have accepted in theory the idea of supporting the synagogue, they must be asked for their financial commitment. Presented below are some commonly utilized congregational support systems.”
Saul yawned, but sipped his Sanka hoping for a jolt of caffeine as the next slide was revealed.
“Fixed Minimum: Every membership unit is obligated to contribute the same annual amount, regardless of family composition or financial status. Next slide, please.
Family Support: This system is correlated to marital and family status. It is based on the theory that family size and configuration correlate to the cost of providing various congregational services. Next slide, please.”
Saul devoured his jelly donut in two bites, a personal best! Another slide flashed onto the screen.
“Fair Share: This system is designed to insure that every member pay equitably so that support of the temple is reasonably distributed among all members. Its purpose is to sufficiently fund the temple’s programs by establishing a commitment level based on a certain percentage of members’ incomes. Next slide, please.”
Saul was getting bored, and devil he is, began to think of ways to liven up the proceedings. An idea came to him with a sheepish grin.
“Free Will: With this system, each member can pay whatever he or she wants – or nothing at all. “
“We’ll all surely go out of business if we try this,” said Saul. “Only the church can get away with this system.”
Before the wise man could say “Next slide, please” Saul Rabinowitz raised the question that was on everyone’s mind.
“What if your congregation has many members who are blessed to live a charmed life, but for some reason, do not give to their temple one penny more than the dues required?”
A buzz raced through the crowd, a sea of heads nodding in agreement.
“We have slides for that,” said the presenter, as he switched to another laptop already loaded with a special presentation.
“Slide No. 1 is The Landscaper Dues System. A family pays the temple the same amount that is spent on landscaping at their primary residence. Dues relief adjustments can be negotiated for landscaping at a summer home.
“Slide No. 2 is The Manicure Dues System. A single woman or widow pays the temple the same amount that is spent on manicures during the temple’s fiscal year. Many temples now include pedicures and waxing in this calculation. Since the economy began to tank, spa treatments and electrolysis are often considered part of this membership package.
“Slide No. 3 is The Tee Party Dues System. A family pays the temple the same amount that is spent on golf, golf equipment, golf instruction, and golf attire. This system works particularly well for the congregations in Pebble Beach, Augusta, and Bethpage.
“Slide No. 4 is The Sushi Restaurant Dues System. In its original context, this system required a family to pay the temple the same amount that is spent on dining out for sushi during the year. The system has now been amended to include take out, as well as to be all inclusive of Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Korean barbeque, and Hibachi dining.”
Saul Rabinowitz raised his hand and inquired, “Which temples are most successful; which system works best? “
To which our wise man replied: “Sushi rules. Temples using the Sushi Dues System can buy and sell your struggling little shul ten times over.”
Confucius could not have said it any better. In bed.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
SAUL'S INSTALLATION
Before he rose to the exalted position of president of the Schenectady Jewish Center, Saul Rabinowitz was a member of the Rabbinic Search Committee there. Despite the importance of serving on a rabbinic search committee, Saul was not too keen on accepting the offer when he was initially asked. But his wife, Sadie, convinced Saul that service on the rabbinic search committee would derail him off the presidential track, from which Saul was desperate to remove himself. You see how that worked out, for as you know, Saul served with distinction as the SJC president in 2008 and 2009.
Having heard the news of Temple Beth El’s recent rabbinic installation, I received a phone call of congratulations from Saul. He told me about his own personal experience on the SJC search committee.
Saul said that serving on a Rabbinic Search Committee is serious business. According to Saul, he reviewed 250 pages of applications, and claims to have invested 100 hours in attendance at Search committee meetings over a two-year period of his life.
“Time I can never get back,” he is quick to point out.
Such a heavy workload makes it understandable (if not entirely forgivable) for Saul to admit that on one occasion during a search committee meeting his mind went a-wandering. He began to daydream that the Rabbinic Search process could be conducted like a television game show. Had this been the case, can you imagine what kind of rabbi we would have selected?
If the game show had been Concentration, we would have searched to find a rabbi with a great memory who will do everything at the synagogue exactly as it has been done before. If the game show had been Jeopardy!, a game in which knowledge is central to the search, we would have landed a smart and learned Rabbi, but finding the big prize, the Daily Double, is purely the result of a lucky guess. What if the game show had been Family Feud? The most influential families in the temple would compete against each other, with the winning family selecting a rabbi who is their most perfect candidate.
Lucky for us at Temple Beth El, the Search Committee operated like a popular television program from 40 years ago. The show was called This is Your Life. Do you remember that show? The host, Ralph Edwards, would surprise a celebrity or an ordinary person, and then bring family and friends on stage to share their memories of the honoree. The television show, This Is Your Life, affirmed a person's relationships and accomplishments.
This is an apt metaphor, for our Rabbinic Search Committee was able to articulate honestly who we are as a congregation, speak truthfully about our needs and preferences, and explain clearly what makes us unique. It is to our mutual benefit that David Widzer answered our call, for he is the right rabbi, for the right congregation, at the right time.
To the other rabbinic candidates we respectfully thank you for your interest in Temple Beth El, and we have nice parting gifts for you backstage. Herschel, tell ‘em what they’ve won.
Having heard the news of Temple Beth El’s recent rabbinic installation, I received a phone call of congratulations from Saul. He told me about his own personal experience on the SJC search committee.
Saul said that serving on a Rabbinic Search Committee is serious business. According to Saul, he reviewed 250 pages of applications, and claims to have invested 100 hours in attendance at Search committee meetings over a two-year period of his life.
“Time I can never get back,” he is quick to point out.
Such a heavy workload makes it understandable (if not entirely forgivable) for Saul to admit that on one occasion during a search committee meeting his mind went a-wandering. He began to daydream that the Rabbinic Search process could be conducted like a television game show. Had this been the case, can you imagine what kind of rabbi we would have selected?
If the game show had been Concentration, we would have searched to find a rabbi with a great memory who will do everything at the synagogue exactly as it has been done before. If the game show had been Jeopardy!, a game in which knowledge is central to the search, we would have landed a smart and learned Rabbi, but finding the big prize, the Daily Double, is purely the result of a lucky guess. What if the game show had been Family Feud? The most influential families in the temple would compete against each other, with the winning family selecting a rabbi who is their most perfect candidate.
Lucky for us at Temple Beth El, the Search Committee operated like a popular television program from 40 years ago. The show was called This is Your Life. Do you remember that show? The host, Ralph Edwards, would surprise a celebrity or an ordinary person, and then bring family and friends on stage to share their memories of the honoree. The television show, This Is Your Life, affirmed a person's relationships and accomplishments.
This is an apt metaphor, for our Rabbinic Search Committee was able to articulate honestly who we are as a congregation, speak truthfully about our needs and preferences, and explain clearly what makes us unique. It is to our mutual benefit that David Widzer answered our call, for he is the right rabbi, for the right congregation, at the right time.
To the other rabbinic candidates we respectfully thank you for your interest in Temple Beth El, and we have nice parting gifts for you backstage. Herschel, tell ‘em what they’ve won.
Monday, October 8, 2012
SAUL'S APPEAL
Saul Rabinowitz, past
president of the Schenectady Jewish Center, is fond of telling the following
story whenever he meets a fellow Temple president. He claims to tell this story every other month. This in
itself is odd. Where does Saul hang
out so as to meet all these Temple presidents? Probably the place he goes to take a schvitz.
Saul's story takes place the week before the High Holy Days of 2008. He has not yet written his speech for the SJC Yom Kippur Appeal. He is in bed, tossing and turning, staring at a darkened ceiling, thinking about the tone of his message, losing sleep, without inspiration. His wife, Sheila, lay snoring beside him. Suffering from his self-induced bout of insomnia, Saul gets into his car and goes for a ride. He drives and drives, as the Parkway exits whiz by, until he is not even fully aware of where he is going or where he has been.
Unconsciously, Saul pulls off at an exit ramp somewhere in Orange County and follows the back streets until he comes upon a clearing in a farmer's field. There, he sees a gold circus tent billowing in the wind. It is nothing like neither the Ringling Brothers nor the Barnum or Bailey tents of his youth. Saul finds an opening in the tent and steps inside. What a strange circus, he thinks. There is no smell of popcorn and no children in attendance. Instead, the bleachers are filled with Temple presidents. (Saul knows this because they all are wearing their official Temple name tags.)
Soon, a yarmulke-wearing ringleader wrapped in a tallit appears center stage to introduce "The Strongest Man in the World." The handlebar mustachioed gent with bulging muscles bursting from his red singlet grabs a microphone and approaches the audience of Temple presidents.
"I am the Strongest Man in the World," he says, and proceeds to lift an elephant over his head with one arm tied behind his back. The audience of Temple presidents is agape. Next, the world's strong man lifts an automobile over his head with both arms tied behind his back.
"Nobody is stronger than I am," he declares, as fifteen clowns tumble through the four doors of the car. Then the strong man reaches into his singlet and produces a lemon. He holds the lemon in his right hand for all to see.
"Behold this lemon. It may be worth $500,000."
The Strongest Man in the World caresses the lemon in his fingers like Sandy Koufax gripping a fastball. The circus strongman then squeezes the lemon with all his might. The lemon rind explodes and bursts with zest. The pits become dangerous flying objects ricocheting like stray bullets. The strongman increases his vice-like grip, the lemon juice flows freely down his arm, the juice dripping from his elbow, until all the juice runs into a glass and fills it.
Then the strong man holds the mangled fruit aloft and says: "If anyone can squeeze another drop out of this lemon, you will take home $500,000."
Nobody had ever squeezed another drop out of the lemon after the Strongest Man in the World had gotten through with one. He's been traveling with this circus act for nearly a dozen years. Many people had tried over time: weightlifters, longshoremen, lumberjacks, but nobody could ever do it. No need to worry today would be any different.
Then, from the far-reaches of the bleachers, a faint voice calls out. "I will accept your challenge."
Coming forward towards the center ring is a frail old man, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit. He is about 85 years old and does not weigh much more than 85 pounds. After the laughter has died down, the strong man hands the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little fellow. But the crowd's laughter turns to total silence as the little fellow clenches his feeble fist around the lemon, gives a squeeze, and as if by a miracle, six drops of lemon juice fall into the glass.
As the crowd of Temple presidents cheer, the strong man pays off the $500,000 bet and asks the little man: "What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter, a longshoreman?"
"No," the little fellow replies. "I work as a fundraiser for the United Jewish Appeal."
Saul Rabinowitz awoke in a cold sweat. It was all a dream. Inspired, he wrote the best Yom Kippur Appeal ever heard by the congregants at the Schenectady Jewish Center. Coincidentally, Saul's appeal helped to raise exactly $500,000 in pledges. SJC used these donations to establish a new Youth Lounge, refurbish the courtyard, waterproof the old school wing, put a new roof on the building, update the staff's computers, and provide comfortable lobby seating so people could gather to schmooze while sharing a cup of coffee and conversation.
All of the above was completed in less than two years time. Except for the lobby seating, which is delayed and still causing arguments because no two people can agree as to what color the upholstery should be. But as Saul will tell you, when it comes to Temple accomplishments, five out of six ain't bad. It ain't bad at all.
Saul's story takes place the week before the High Holy Days of 2008. He has not yet written his speech for the SJC Yom Kippur Appeal. He is in bed, tossing and turning, staring at a darkened ceiling, thinking about the tone of his message, losing sleep, without inspiration. His wife, Sheila, lay snoring beside him. Suffering from his self-induced bout of insomnia, Saul gets into his car and goes for a ride. He drives and drives, as the Parkway exits whiz by, until he is not even fully aware of where he is going or where he has been.
Unconsciously, Saul pulls off at an exit ramp somewhere in Orange County and follows the back streets until he comes upon a clearing in a farmer's field. There, he sees a gold circus tent billowing in the wind. It is nothing like neither the Ringling Brothers nor the Barnum or Bailey tents of his youth. Saul finds an opening in the tent and steps inside. What a strange circus, he thinks. There is no smell of popcorn and no children in attendance. Instead, the bleachers are filled with Temple presidents. (Saul knows this because they all are wearing their official Temple name tags.)
Soon, a yarmulke-wearing ringleader wrapped in a tallit appears center stage to introduce "The Strongest Man in the World." The handlebar mustachioed gent with bulging muscles bursting from his red singlet grabs a microphone and approaches the audience of Temple presidents.
"I am the Strongest Man in the World," he says, and proceeds to lift an elephant over his head with one arm tied behind his back. The audience of Temple presidents is agape. Next, the world's strong man lifts an automobile over his head with both arms tied behind his back.
"Nobody is stronger than I am," he declares, as fifteen clowns tumble through the four doors of the car. Then the strong man reaches into his singlet and produces a lemon. He holds the lemon in his right hand for all to see.
"Behold this lemon. It may be worth $500,000."
The Strongest Man in the World caresses the lemon in his fingers like Sandy Koufax gripping a fastball. The circus strongman then squeezes the lemon with all his might. The lemon rind explodes and bursts with zest. The pits become dangerous flying objects ricocheting like stray bullets. The strongman increases his vice-like grip, the lemon juice flows freely down his arm, the juice dripping from his elbow, until all the juice runs into a glass and fills it.
Then the strong man holds the mangled fruit aloft and says: "If anyone can squeeze another drop out of this lemon, you will take home $500,000."
Nobody had ever squeezed another drop out of the lemon after the Strongest Man in the World had gotten through with one. He's been traveling with this circus act for nearly a dozen years. Many people had tried over time: weightlifters, longshoremen, lumberjacks, but nobody could ever do it. No need to worry today would be any different.
Then, from the far-reaches of the bleachers, a faint voice calls out. "I will accept your challenge."
Coming forward towards the center ring is a frail old man, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit. He is about 85 years old and does not weigh much more than 85 pounds. After the laughter has died down, the strong man hands the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little fellow. But the crowd's laughter turns to total silence as the little fellow clenches his feeble fist around the lemon, gives a squeeze, and as if by a miracle, six drops of lemon juice fall into the glass.
As the crowd of Temple presidents cheer, the strong man pays off the $500,000 bet and asks the little man: "What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter, a longshoreman?"
"No," the little fellow replies. "I work as a fundraiser for the United Jewish Appeal."
Saul Rabinowitz awoke in a cold sweat. It was all a dream. Inspired, he wrote the best Yom Kippur Appeal ever heard by the congregants at the Schenectady Jewish Center. Coincidentally, Saul's appeal helped to raise exactly $500,000 in pledges. SJC used these donations to establish a new Youth Lounge, refurbish the courtyard, waterproof the old school wing, put a new roof on the building, update the staff's computers, and provide comfortable lobby seating so people could gather to schmooze while sharing a cup of coffee and conversation.
All of the above was completed in less than two years time. Except for the lobby seating, which is delayed and still causing arguments because no two people can agree as to what color the upholstery should be. But as Saul will tell you, when it comes to Temple accomplishments, five out of six ain't bad. It ain't bad at all.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
SAUL'S AUFRUF
Saul Rabinowitz, president of the Schnectady Jewish Center from 2008 to 2009, once told me his favorite responsibility as lay leader of SJC was presiding as officer on the bimah during a Shabbat service featuring an Aufruf ceremony. The Aufruf, which in Yiddish means "calling up," is a congregation's acknowledgment of an upcoming wedding. As is the custom in most Reform synagogues, both the bride and groom are called upon for an aliyah, a recitation of a blessing over the Torah. The Shabbat service is traditionally followed by a Kiddush of light refreshments in the synagogue's social hall, sponsored by the parents of the bride and groom. It was during the Kiddush after an Aufruf ceremony when Saul Rabinowitz would seek out the groom and attempt to scare the living kishkas out of him.
Nobody ever would call Saul a romantic or confuse him with a love-struck character in a Nicholas Sparks novel. To be sure, Saul adores his wife, Sadie, and everyone knows it, the lone exception being Sadie herself. In 2003, the Rabinowitz's grown children, Sammy and Sheila, rented the SJC social hall and invited over one hundred of Saul's and Sadie's closest friends (all blood relatives or SJC members) to a party in celebration of their parents' thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. After the plates of creamed herring and stuffed derma were cleared from the tables, Saul stood, with Manischewitz glass in hand, to toast his bride.
"To Sadie, my first wife, I wish you a Happy 35th Anniversary," he said. "So many times you have asked me, 'Saul, what are you thinking?' And my response is always, Sadie, if I wanted you to know, I'd be talking. Yes, Sadie, we've been together a long time. Had I killed someone thirty-five years ago, today, I would be a free man. But seriously, Sadie, I want to thank you for thirty-two of the happiest years of my life. Those three years we spent in Stuyvesant Town when your sister lived near us I could have done without. Still, if I may channel my inner Jackie Gleason, Babie, you're the greatest."
Saul swears there wasn't a dry eye in the social hall.
Trying to get Saul back on topic, I ask why he so enjoyed the Aufruf ceremony. He explains feeling an ethical duty to share and impart his worldly knowledge to a fellow man who is about to step under a chuppah to marry a Jewish woman. At just the right moment – which is usually when the only baked goods remaining are a few lonely pieces of raspberry rugelach and the oldest living member of Sisterhood begins stashing the Sweet and Low into her purse – is the time when Saul would seek out the naïve groom-to-be. Putting an encouraging arm around the poor sap's shoulder, Saul walks the young man to a quiet corner of the social hall to have a heart-to-heart talk.
"The Jewish wedding is a sacred ceremony, ripe with symbolism," Saul says, looking deep into the eyes of the love-is-blind fool. "The breaking of the glass is particularly symbolic. The old-school rabbis would have you believe the breaking of the glass symbolizes the destruction of ancient temples. This is a meaningful insight, but it doesn't drill down deep enough or provide any real-world lessons.
"The new-age rabbis," Saul continues, "will tell you the breaking of the glass symbolizes the fragility of the union into which you are about to enter; one false step by either one of you, and the marriage can shatter, its shards never to be put back together again. Now this insight," Saul adds, "has a message to which today's newlyweds can relate. Yet, for me, personally, there still remains a nugget of truth, a kernel of reality, a nagging suspicion of actual married life to a Jewess which the rabbis do not address."
The future groom is now hanging on Saul's every word.
"What is the meaning? What is it? What does it mean to break the glass?"
Seizing the moment, Saul waits a beat, and admits the secret of marriage known only to Jewish men: "Son," he says, "when you break that glass, it'll be the last time you'll ever put your foot down."
As the groom nods with a faint glimmer of understanding, Saul returns to the Kiddush table, gulps down the last three pieces of raspberry rugelach and drinks a cup of tea with no artificial sweetener added. His work here is done.
Nobody ever would call Saul a romantic or confuse him with a love-struck character in a Nicholas Sparks novel. To be sure, Saul adores his wife, Sadie, and everyone knows it, the lone exception being Sadie herself. In 2003, the Rabinowitz's grown children, Sammy and Sheila, rented the SJC social hall and invited over one hundred of Saul's and Sadie's closest friends (all blood relatives or SJC members) to a party in celebration of their parents' thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. After the plates of creamed herring and stuffed derma were cleared from the tables, Saul stood, with Manischewitz glass in hand, to toast his bride.
"To Sadie, my first wife, I wish you a Happy 35th Anniversary," he said. "So many times you have asked me, 'Saul, what are you thinking?' And my response is always, Sadie, if I wanted you to know, I'd be talking. Yes, Sadie, we've been together a long time. Had I killed someone thirty-five years ago, today, I would be a free man. But seriously, Sadie, I want to thank you for thirty-two of the happiest years of my life. Those three years we spent in Stuyvesant Town when your sister lived near us I could have done without. Still, if I may channel my inner Jackie Gleason, Babie, you're the greatest."
Saul swears there wasn't a dry eye in the social hall.
Trying to get Saul back on topic, I ask why he so enjoyed the Aufruf ceremony. He explains feeling an ethical duty to share and impart his worldly knowledge to a fellow man who is about to step under a chuppah to marry a Jewish woman. At just the right moment – which is usually when the only baked goods remaining are a few lonely pieces of raspberry rugelach and the oldest living member of Sisterhood begins stashing the Sweet and Low into her purse – is the time when Saul would seek out the naïve groom-to-be. Putting an encouraging arm around the poor sap's shoulder, Saul walks the young man to a quiet corner of the social hall to have a heart-to-heart talk.
"The Jewish wedding is a sacred ceremony, ripe with symbolism," Saul says, looking deep into the eyes of the love-is-blind fool. "The breaking of the glass is particularly symbolic. The old-school rabbis would have you believe the breaking of the glass symbolizes the destruction of ancient temples. This is a meaningful insight, but it doesn't drill down deep enough or provide any real-world lessons.
"The new-age rabbis," Saul continues, "will tell you the breaking of the glass symbolizes the fragility of the union into which you are about to enter; one false step by either one of you, and the marriage can shatter, its shards never to be put back together again. Now this insight," Saul adds, "has a message to which today's newlyweds can relate. Yet, for me, personally, there still remains a nugget of truth, a kernel of reality, a nagging suspicion of actual married life to a Jewess which the rabbis do not address."
The future groom is now hanging on Saul's every word.
"What is the meaning? What is it? What does it mean to break the glass?"
Seizing the moment, Saul waits a beat, and admits the secret of marriage known only to Jewish men: "Son," he says, "when you break that glass, it'll be the last time you'll ever put your foot down."
As the groom nods with a faint glimmer of understanding, Saul returns to the Kiddush table, gulps down the last three pieces of raspberry rugelach and drinks a cup of tea with no artificial sweetener added. His work here is done.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
MOSES AS TRANSITION MANAGER
Two years before Saul
Rabinowitz was to become president of Schenectady Jewish Center, he attended a
lecture given by William Bridges, author of Getting Through Wilderness.
Here, in Saul's words as it relates to SJC, is Mr. Bridges' message from that
lecture in the autumn of 2006:
As a temple we've made changes, and now we are at a stage to manage our transition. We all know of a classic management story that provides an excellent account of a leader’s successful transition project. It is in the book of Exodus, and the leader is Moses.
When Pharaoh finally let Moses’ people go, some of them surely thought the Promised Land was just around the corner. But Moses was not so naive, for he saw that he had to draw a line of no return. Whatever the old system is, it always “follows” people and tries to pull them back, just as the Pharaoh’s army did. This pull must be broken, and Moses did that by a symbolic act. He called on God to part the waters of the Red Sea so that his people could cross over, and then just as Pharaoh’s troops entered the sea he called on God to close the waters again. The pursuers were drowned.
There are two elements to this action that ought to be noted. The first is that there needs to be a clean break with the past. There must be no pieces of the past lying around to suggest that perhaps it is not gone, after all. Those pieces might be policies that were justified by the old goals, tactics that were justified by the old strategies, missions that were justified by the old vision. The past needs to be “drowned,” as the Pharaoh’s army was. We are careful not to denigrate “the past” in the general sense. The eradication of the past should not be done vindictively or with any suggestion that those who were loyal to the past were mistaken or ineffective. Instead, it is clear that the past did its job and got us where we are today. It was fine for its time, but its time is past. New situations call for new solutions.
The Red Sea experience is
a symbolic “boundary event” and such an event captures people’s attention and
carries the message that the old way is gone and beyond recovery. The
Spanish explorer, Cortez, created another such boundary event. After his
men landed on the coast of Mexico, he burned the ships. His message: there is
no turning back now! The effect of the boundary event is not just to keep
the past from invading the present; for Moses, it is also to keep the people
from turning around and returning to Egypt.
Moses knew that people need a long journey through transition before they can be transformed into the people who are ready for the Promised Land. Moses knew that it would be easier to take the people out of Egypt than it is to take the Egypt out of people. Moses knew he could not get his people into the Promised Land until the ones who had known Egypt had died. If we take that literally, it is a discouraging message. But if we take it symbolically, it makes good sense: the old attitudes and behaviors that were appropriate to Egypt must die and new ones must be generated, or else the Promised Land will prove to be just a new Egypt.
Moses knew that people need a long journey through transition before they can be transformed into the people who are ready for the Promised Land. Moses knew that it would be easier to take the people out of Egypt than it is to take the Egypt out of people. Moses knew he could not get his people into the Promised Land until the ones who had known Egypt had died. If we take that literally, it is a discouraging message. But if we take it symbolically, it makes good sense: the old attitudes and behaviors that were appropriate to Egypt must die and new ones must be generated, or else the Promised Land will prove to be just a new Egypt.
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