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Uncategorized April 17, 2012

Profanity Insanity

1996.  Shaarei Tzedek Hospital in Jerusalem.  I’m in for baby #2 when an Israeli midwife asks me in Hebrew:

“G’veret… lama hanashim hadatiyot ainam m’kallelot k’shehaim yoldot?” 

Which means: Lady, why don’t you religious girls curse when you’re giving birth?

Which is a question you’ll only hear in a delivery room in Israel!!

But it did get my wood burning.  People curse for a variety of reasons.  For shock value.  To express frustration or anger.  Out of habit.  But there are a wide variety of words that can shock and express frustration that are not considered profane.  When pushed, tired, overwhelmed, or mad, your brain will reach for the most satisfying bad word it can find and offer it up to your mouth.  Whatever comes out of your mouth will depend on what is stocked in your brain.

If you’re not reading it, saying it, listening to it, or thinking it, it’s not in your inventory, and your brain will come up with the most satisfying word that IS there (like “idiot,” “stupid”).

The other thing is: self-control is a huge part of being religious.  Think before you eat.  Think before you act.  And yes, think before you speak.  Is it nice?  Is it true?  Is it kosher?  So even the act that seems impulsive of having your brain spontaneously reach for a nice juicy word, is often going to be deferred by that process.

There are lots of reasons why profanity is bad for your soul, and bad for the souls of your listeners.  I don’t think anyone would argue that it advances one’s spirituality.  And many people that swear sometimes find that they slip or goof in uncomfortable situations, or in front of their kids (just taught junior a great new vocab word there).

What I don’t really understand is why people curse when they’re NOT pushed, not overwhelmed, not trying to insult someone in the worst way they know how.  Just in calm, casual conversation.  What is that about?  And, if you’ve gotten used to profanity, do you just get jaded?  Like, do you find yourself reaching for even more incendiary speech when you really need to make a point?  Then what?

Thoughts?

Uncategorized April 15, 2012

Mixed Marriage

Dennis Prager.  You either love him or hate him.  Since I’m not into politics, I find his political stuff kind of boring.  But his theological and people stuff?  Fascinating.

So I’ve got him on the radio on Thursday – the Seder was the following day and I’m driving around on some final errands with Dennis on the radio.  I pull into the store I need but I can’t turn the car off because I can’t stop listening.  BTDT?

A guy called in and is telling Dennis this (subject to my memory):

Dennis, I’m a liberal Reform Jew from New Jersey [Dennis himself is sort of a Reformadox Jew and is very outspoken about his Judaism].  In college I became an evangelical Christian and I eventually met a Christian woman.  Well, her values are very conservative and she’s a Republican, and Dennis, I gotta tell you, sometimes I just feel like I’m in a mixed marriage.

He went on to describe some of their differences and how he is finding himself coming around to her way of thinking, etc.  While I’m thinking, gosh, when I hear someone say mixed marriage, the first thing I think of is Jew/Christian.  This guy did not appear to be conflicted about his religious crossover but his political crossover was a big deal.  What a leap for me to even try and understand that!

My husband was once talking to a family prior to a bris (he’s a mohel, and yes, we’ve already heard that joke).  The dad was describing his son, who had become religious.  “Rabbi,” he said, “It was so hard for our family.  I would have EVEN preferred that he become a  REPUBLICAN!”

Which was extraordinarily enlightening for us, on a few fronts.  One, how very, very awful it can feel to Jewish liberal family members when “one of theirs” becomes religious, and two, how very, very wrong it seems to Jewish liberal folks to be a Republican.  (And finally, the things people will say to Rabbis could fill a book.)  Which is worse?  I guess it depends for whom.

Is religion, then, the culture, and political ideology the religion, as Dennis asserted after the call concluded?  Would your family consider it worse if you married “out” religiously or politically?

One of the things that interest me greatly about liberal Judaism is a sort of generalized agreement that intermarriage is something to avoid as a nation.  I’m not really sure where this fits into liberal “as long as we’re good people” kind of thinking.  And in my unofficial research, I find most Jews that think intermarriage is unwise are hard-pressed to come up with a solid reason WHY.  Is this attitude, that intermarriage ought be avoided, fading with time in our post-modern world?

What do you think?

Uncategorized March 6, 2012

Mormon Baptism of Dead Jews… What Offends You?

On my primary news outlet, Facebook, I came across a startling piece of news: not only do Mormons apparently convert dead Jews posthumously, but Anne Frank has been a recent candidate.

The reactions were quick and angry.  Offended.  Wounded.  Outraged.

Me?  I thought it was funny that anyone was wasting their time with this nonsense.

Here’s what I posted:

  Re the Mormons, I don’t find it
offensive at all, because such rites don’t change anything.

To which the OP responded:

while the rite may be
meaningless I find the sentiment behind it offensive. Much the same way
I find it offensive when somebody tries to “save” me.

Me:

That’s a common sentiment, but one I don’t share. It’s like an annoying mosquito on the other side of a window.  It can’t touch me.

OP:

I’m going to start thinking about it that way!

Random friend:

Ruchi, you sound very enlightened! 

I like that girl.

***

My two teenaged daughters were shopping at a grocery store before Chanukah.  One of the (non-Jewish) shelf stockers dropped something made of glass, and it broke.  Instinctively, the dropper said, “Well, Mazel Tov!” and they started singing a Chanukah song.

This was not a Jewish store.

Why Jews say “Mazel Tov” when they break glass is a whole ‘nother post, but what interests me here was their quickly sobered behavior when they noticed my obviously Jewish daughters.

The laughing stopped, the singing stopped, and they quickly apologized.  “Did we offend you?” came the question.

My daughters looked at each other oddly.  Offended?  They thought it was cute.

***

Do you think Jeremy Lin was offended by the Ben and Jerry’s fortune cookie ice cream flavor in his honor?  The ice cream flavor was changed after “initial backlash.”  As a Jew I wondered which segments of the Asian American community felt threatened by this.

If it would have been a Jewish sports star (ha) with a bagel-and-a-shmear in his honor, well, as a strongly identified
Jew, I think I would find that clever and amusing – though perhaps
acknowledging privately that it’s a rather shallow nod to my faith. But
hey – it’s food, not the high holidays.

***

Does the offended reaction serve us well?  Is it justified?  Wise?  Due to… insecurity?

What do you think?
 

Uncategorized January 30, 2012

Why I’m Still Proud to be an Observant Jew

Still got my head held high
Still so proud I could cry
Trying to be a Torah-observant Jew
is a privilege
an honor
a treasure

Proud of the people that make up my world
Strong women
Kind men
Sweet children, singing pure songs
Respectful teenagers, keeping their language clean, even when so frustrated
Grandparents, who are given the seat of honor and the attention.

Proud of this community
that takes care of the sick
the needy
the stalled cars
just for the mitzvah
non-profits started by individuals in their homes
on every corner.

People
forgiving debt
refraining from gossip
giving 10% of their tight incomes to charity
inviting strangers into their homes
to help a fellow Jew.

My husband, and so many others, who get up while it’s dark
to study some Torah before beginning their day
who find a minyan in which to pray
while traveling
vacationing
who never sleep in…. because they have a higher Boss.

Torah is perfect –
People are not
Is it a surprise that “we” include
the stupid, the rude, the sick, the emotionally disturbed?

Is there any race, religion, neighborhood that doesn’t?
Expectations are exhausting,
impossible.

We’re just people
trying
striving
to live according to the Torah – the one that belongs to us all.

Sometimes we succeed, and sometimes we fail.
But we are trying.

And in the meantime, that makes me proud.
Individuals and communities trying to live meaningful lives
according to our holy Book.

No matter what people may do
or say
my head is held high,
proud, honored, humbled, striving, grateful to be
a Torah-observant Jew
even when
I
fail.

Uncategorized January 26, 2012

Inside the Mind of an Orthodox Worrier

Did you think that if someone has faith in God, they stop worrying?  Oh me oh my no.

I happen to have been blessed without the worry bone.  Sometimes I wonder if I am, in fact, a Jewish mother.  (As it turns out, I am.)  But I find that many, many folks have it, big time.

Here’s how the mind of a religious worrier works; by way of explanation, the word “Hashem” is used herein to denote “God”  – it’s a respectful Hebrew reference.

From an email I received last week:

This morning I was thinking about this adorable newborn baby I saw
in Macy’s last week. He was in a stroller, hat falling down over his one
eye and he was just watching me as I walked by. It really struck me how
this baby has no worries whatsoever. He doesn’t know that there is
anything in life to worry about and all his needs are currently being
met by his loving parents who were both by his side. 


So I said to myself, this is how we are suppose to feel when we
know (really know) that Hashem [God] is taking care of us, just like a loving
parent. We shouldn’t worry, right?


Then I started thinking, at this newborn’s young age, he really
doesn’t have free will and therefore his parents (provided they are
normal) wouldn’t punish him in anyway or deprive him of anything. 


Then I started thinking that I have free will and therefore how
Hashem relates to me depends on my free will choices; whether I get His
blessings or a nudge to move me in the certain direction, or G-d forbid,
something much greater then a just a nudge to propel me in a completely
different direction.  (G-d forbid, loss of job, change in health, divorce
or death, G-D FORBID!).


So unlike this newborn whose parents only shower him with love and
good things, what Hashem showers me with all depends on my free will
choices.


Emuna [faith].. it’s all ultimately in Hashem’s hands, but I have to use my
free will to make the best choices all the time so that Hashem will
treat me favorably. 


On the other hand, I’m taught that if I’m meant to lose my job,
I’ll lose it regardless of how good a job I do and vice-versa. 
Several
years ago, my boss kept me on when from a practical standpoint most
employees would have laid me off because work was so slow. I thought he
kept me on because he figured I’d get busy again and then he would have
an experienced employee on staff (not so easy to find in my field). Maybe
that was his thinking. A religious friend of mine said maybe he kept you on
because Hashem felt paying me was like his tzedakah [mitzvah of charity].


When do I ever know if I’ve used my free will properly or to the
fullest? Have I been kind and sensitive enough to my family, co-workers? Have a given my employer his money’s worth? Have I used my money in
ways that Hashem wants me to? Have I used my speech properly, have I
davened [prayed] enough? Have a taken good enough care of my body, this vessel
that He has given me on loan?


I believe that Hashem controls everything and I believe that
everything is for the good. But doesn’t my free will effect how Hashem
chooses to treat me? 


I kind of feel like I’m going around in circles with my thinking.
So…does faith make worry easier, or more complicated?

Uncategorized January 23, 2012

Half-Judaism

Some Jews say:

Why do I need to worry about all these commandments?  I’ll just be a good person and not bother others.  I don’t steal, kill, or commit adultery.  Really, that’s what matters in the grand scheme of things. 

Other Jews say:

The important thing, what makes us Jewish, is our relationship with God.  Prayer, kosher, Shabbat – these are the central Jewish tenets and hallmarks of religiosity.

I say:

You’re both half-right, and you’re both wrong.  You’re both incomplete.  And you’re each only tapping into half-Judaism.

Uncategorized January 18, 2012

Ask the Rabbi

I’m a huge believer in everyone acquiring a mentor for
themselves – in spirituality.  I have a
number of mentors.  Some are men, some
are women.  Some are relatives, some are
friends, and some are neither.
But I have only one Rabbi.
The word “Rabbi” is an English word that comes from the
Hebrew word “Rav.”  Rav means “great.”  It refers
to someone that is great – great in Torah knowledge, great in character traits,
great in wisdom and great in kindness.  Torah
leadership is characterized by the synthesis of those features: Knowledge and
ethics are indivisible.  The Torah is
full of character sketches of those that were great in Torah knowledge but not
character – they are not our heroes.
Our Rabbi is wise, humble, self-effacing.  He is spiritual and lives oh-so-simply.  He is straight as an arrow.  Ethereal, yet totally gets our world.  I honestly cannot imagine life without his guidance.  We ask him questions ranging from a point of
minutiae in Jewish law, advice on budgeting for our new home, whether it’s
ethical to forward an email without permission, and how to navigate family
conflicts.  We ask him how much to push
our kids and when to chill out, how to balance our adherence to Jewish law with
the widely divergent observance level of our friends, and whether it would be a
violation of the laws of lashon hara (not to gossip)
to share a story for a greater cause.
In the Orthodox world this concept is known as daas Torah – literally, the wisdom of
Torah.  It refers to the special insight
a person cultivates when they learn and live Torah.   Likewise, there is a broad range of how
often and how much any given person relies on their Rabbi’s advice and
guidance.  In the Chassidic world, there
is a more intense and closely bonded relationship, whereas in other points along the Ortho-spectrum the relationship might be less intense.  
It may come as a surprise that the Rabbis don’t control the
intensity of the relationship – the “student” does.  As well, the “student” controls who his/her
Rabbi will even be.  I remember people
asking me whether my Orthodox Rabbi “allows” me to do this or that.  I laughed; my Rabbi doesn’t allow or disallow
anything.  He is a public servant, not
its taskmaster.  My Rabbi only tells me
what to do if I ask and then I can go home and do whatever I want.  Nope, no 1984-type surveillance as far as the
eye can see…
So how to choose a Rabbi?
Many people choose their Rabbi one of two ways: by
inheritance (who married your parents or officiated your bar mitzvah).  Or, by association with a synagogue.  People join a synagogue for lots of reasons,
and the Rabbi comes along with the picture. 
Few actually “Rabbi-shop,” in search of a life mentor – but that’s the
course I recommend.
What to look for when Rabbi-shopping?
1.      
Character.
Any Rabbi worth his salt ought to be a
living example of Torah.  This includes:
honesty, kindness, scholarship, wisdom, selflessness, truth, humility. 
2.      
Spirituality.
I want a Rabbi that has a closer
relationship with God than I do.  I want
a Rabbi who talks to God on a regular basis, who continues his education daily,
pursuing Torah study (as a student, not just as a Rabbi), who recognizes that
Jewish learning never ends.  I want a
Rabbi whose faith is so strong and unwavering that when I need encouragement
and strengthening, he reminds me, both in word and in shining example, what a
man of faith looks like.
3.      
Respect.

To maintain a relationship with a
Rabbi-as-mentor, there must be mutual respect. 
I must feel that my Rabbi respects me, wherever I happen to be on my
Jewish journey, and that I respect him.

4.      
Accessibility.

If I am going to be relying on my
Rabbi to help me navigate life decisions, my Rabbi needs to be accessible.  My Rabbi in particular happens to be of the
more old-fashioned variety – my husband walks into the study hall where he
studies Torah and asks him questions any day of the week.  Or we just call him at home.  He’s come over to our home on a dime to
discuss an issue.  A Rabbi that is not
accessible is like a fabulous diamond locked in a safe.

5.      
Life’s wisdom proven over time.

True Torah leaders are neither
elected nor hired.  They arise
organically, by virtue of one person at a time recognizing brilliance, caring
and greatness.  Each time we ask our Rabbi
a question we are overwhelmed anew with his sheer piety, insight, and spiritual
connectedness – as well as his genuine caring for us and our small issues.  Each encounter is another layer of gift wrap,
reminding us how very blessed we are to have a person like this in our lives.

—-

Who is my Rabbi?  I shan’t tell.  He would never want to be publicly praised,
and I surely would never want to embarrass him. 
But with this I’ll close: if you are fortunate enough to have a Rabbi
that fills the above criteria, please know that you have a precious treasure in
your midst.

And if you don’t, please know that
the quest to find one is possibly the most important one you’ll ever undertake.