Here
we are smack in the middle of the fall Jewish holy day cycle and I am already getting
“yontiffed” out. It’s not like I don’t like these holidays; I actually do. It’s
something about this stage of my life that makes me want to just step back a
bit and let someone else do the work.
Sukkot
is a terrific holiday. It’s about harvest and bounty, community and
commonality. It seems almost appropriate for the American autumn. Traditionally,
you build little “booths” with roofs that still allow you to see the stars. In
America, it comes at a time when the air has that distinctive autumn aroma; it
makes you want to have apple cider and ginger snaps.
In
the synagogue, you march around with a lulav and an etrog (citron) as commanded
in Leviticus 23:40: On the first day, you must take for yourself a fruit of the citron
tree, an unopened palm frond (lulav), myrtle branches, and willows [that grow
near] the brook. You shall rejoice before God for seven days.
And
we do rejoice. And we celebrate. And we invite people. I’ve written about
Ushpizin in an earlier blog entry (Exalted
Guests....or WWJT: What would Jefferson Think?), a wonderful if not mystical
tradition. This bring ancient practice into a modern world, making everyone
stop and think, if for just a brief moment, about the fine thread the ties us
to our past. That thread runs from our fingers right through the Second Temple,
through the First Temple, and back to the base of Mt. Sinai where we signed on
for the ride.
Sukkot
is about civic responsibility. According to the law, the
corners of our fields are not to be harvested, but are to be left for the
gleaners. We have responsibility to make
sure everyone has enough to sustain them. These days, not to many of us have
fields, but we do have food shelves and food banks that we can help stock and
maintain. It’s not enough to recognize the problem; we must be part of the
solution.
That
Sukkot comes shortly before election day is another message in a virtual
bottle. I worry about the lack of civic responsibility in the process. I worry that how we spin our
candidates and how we present them is not helpful toward unifying our nation.
In fact, I worry that this particular election is tearing the fabric of our
nation in a way that threatens our very existence. If our representatives cannot
find a middle ground, cannot find a way to work together for the benefit of all
citizens, we will lose the grand intent that made the United States the example
of plurality, democracy, and relative functionalism that others want to emulate. Extremists from both sides
are hijacking the process with stinging, inchoate innuendo that diminishes them
as much as their targets. We are standing above a chasm that widens with every hate-filled ad.
We are not powerless and we can stop this.
The
lines on the ballot represent our voices. What message are we sending when we
mark our ballots and slide them into the box? Do our choices represent how we
feel about our country, our state, our district? By casting the ballot, we are
not just exercising our right to
vote; we make a statement about who we are, and what place we envision
ourselves standing in the universe.
We have a duty to tell our candidates that the past four years were not acceptable.
the tree next door |
We
are about to be inundated with adverts. Watch them, don’t watch them, throw
tomatoes at the television if you want. If your mind is made up already, make
sure you know what you’re voting for. If you haven’t made up your mind, start
doing your homework. There's about one more month until Election Day…use
it wisely.
And
while you’re thinking about all this stuff, go grab a rake. We’re about to be inundated
with dead leaves, too, and physical labor is good for you.
Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week
If your name is Mike Obermueller and
you're running for Congress in the gerrymandered Minnesota 2nd,
don't you think you should let people know?
Just a thought.
To the constituents in the gerrymandered MN 2nd:
ReplyDeleteI'm running for Congress in your District. Just thought you'd like to know. Any other questions?
--Mike Obermueller
Yeah? Then how come the postmark is Pennsylvania? Just curious.
DeleteSometimes I think the politicians of our youth would be spinning in their graves to see where the US has headed. Up plurocracy, down extremism!
ReplyDeleteLovely post!
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