Showing posts with label Kol Nidre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kol Nidre. Show all posts

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Kol Nidre 5775: Once a year by Rabbi Abe Friedman



At the beginning of Elul, the Hebrew month that precedes Rosh HaShanah and begins a season of introspection and repentance, a friend asked me a difficult question: What is the significance of a specific day, once a year, on which we atone for our sins and make amends to the people we have harmed, when ideally we take accountability for our wrongdoing day by day as it happens? It’s a good question: What are we doing here, tonight and tomorrow? What do we accomplish with a day of prayer, fasting, and confession? How much power can a single day have to change our lives, when weighed against the thousands of days that have passed and the many days yet to come?

I’ve been considering my answer for the past month, and I’m ready to weigh in. It begins with  teaching from Rabbi Joel Sirkes, also knows as the Bah, a Polish rabbi living at the turn of the seventeenth century. One of the core practices of the Ten Days of Teshuvah is our asking forgiveness of all people we have hurt, emotionally, physically, or financially, in the previous year. The Bah acknowledges that, indeed, we ought to make these apologies throughout the year, each time we offend against another person. But at other times of the year, we may well put it off – “I’ll apologize to her tomorrow.”[1] Sometimes we have a good reason for this; perhaps we are waiting to see the person again, so we can apologize in person; sometimes we need emotions to cool before we can address the issue; maybe it takes us some time to really understand what it is we have done wrong. Sometimes, we put off our apology because taking accountability makes us uncomfortable, because we are ashamed to admit what we’ve done, or because we hope to avoid the consequences of our actions. Often, we’re not the only ones at fault and our pride resists our apologizing first.

Whatever the reason, the need to apologize and take responsibility for our behavior remains a general obligation; tomorrow or the next day are as good as today. But when I was in Business School, they taught us that a commitment without a deadline doesn’t count – without a due date, there is no accountability. When it comes to reconciliation, Yom Kippur is that deadline. Just this once, tomorrow is not the same as today.

On this day, the Heavenly Court will assemble to judge each of us and the Jewish People as a whole; and we must ask, what will be entered into evidence?

A midrash imagines the Prosecuting Angel coming forward, ready to present his case to the Master of the World, only to find that we have made peace among ourselves; we have settled our accounts, cleared away any traces of wrongdoing, and now stand like angels: pure, holy, at peace with others and with ourselves. The Prosecuting Angel then has no choice but to concede our virtue – and how could the True Judge not be convinced by the Prosecutor’s concession?[2] It was for that reason that I asked you, at the start of the evening, to forgive even those people who haven’t asked your forgiveness: so that we might make our peace before the Heavenly Court convenes. The deadline of Yom Kippur keeps us accountable.

Still, even if we succeed at making amends and clearing our conscience before Yom Kippur, how much will a single day do for us? More than you might think.

The Hasidic Rebbe of Chernobyl, a disciple of the Ba’al Shem Tov, places great emphasis on something we know from basic life experience: no human being can maintain a given emotional or spiritual state indefinitely.[3] Whatever we feel today, for better or for worse, we can expect that it will change soon enough. However much we might feel today, on Yom Kippur, that we’re getting ourselves together and coming closer to living by our ideals, we know it won’t last forever. Sooner or later we’ll slip up.

The Chernobyler Rebbe explicitly acknowledges that we can’t hold on to our spiritual growth forever; that’s just part of being human. But that doesn’t mean our striving to grow and improve, on this day or any other, is in vain. On the contrary, the very temporary experience of Yom Kippur – living, for just one day, like an angel – becomes the key to change later in the year and throughout life. The Chernobyler Rebbe teaches that each experience we have in life, however fleeting, makes an impression on us; and when the initial feeling goes, it doesn’t leave completely. The imprint of our past experiences stays with us, creating in us the capacity to find those things again.[4] In this moment, I have made amends for the mistakes of the past year; I have forgiven those who hurt me. I am at peace with one and all, angelic in my purity. And when, later this week or next week or in a few months, I slip up – I won’t be completely lost. Having felt, even just this once, what it means to be pure, to be free, to be at peace, I can find my way back again.

In just a moment, we’ll begin the selichot service, prayers of forgiveness and confession. As we proceed through these prayers, some more familiar than others, what impression will be left on our souls and psyches? What experiences do we want to carry with us when Yom Kippur is over, to guide us through the year? Tonight, even if it is just for tonight, let us be as angels.



[1] Bah, Orah Hayyim 606.
[2] Pirkei d’Rabbi Eliezer (Higger ed.), Ch. 45; Tur, Orah Hayyim 606.
[3] Ma’or Aynayim, Emor, cf. Yitro,
[4] Ma’or Aynayim, Emor, cf. Vayetze, s.v.
Beshallah,

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Yom Kippur 5774

Dramatic Conclusions


I missed the last episode of Downton Abbey. I, like many of you, had been obsessed; and since we don’t have a TV, Rebecca and I would watch the show via the PBS website. Unfortunately, we didn’t realize that the episodes were only available for a limited time and, after a busy two weeks, we logged in only to find that Downton Abbey was no longer available to us.

For me, this colored the whole experience: So many unresolved plot lines, so many characters only part-way developed – what does a story mean if we don’t have a chance to see it resolved?

The same is true of our religious experiences. The words, music, rituals, and customs of our holidays have been shaped by millions of Jews over thousands of years; and each holiday takes us on an experiential journey, one with a beginning, middle, and end.

Kol Nidre
, the opening service of Yom Kippur is one of the few times that almost every Jew comes to the synagogue. The rooms are packed, the hallways buzz with anticipation and seasonal greetings – g’mar hatimah tovah, may you be inscribed for a good year – and the energy level is high.

The following evening, the energy has admittedly dropped off a little – a day without food or drink will do that to any of us. But Neilah, Yom Kippur’s concluding service is just as integral to our experience of the day as Kol Nidre. Neilah sets the tone for the ending of Yom Kippur – and it launches us into the new year.

When I was in Israel on Nativ, the year after high school, I fell ill just before Yom Kippur and ended up spending the entire holiday in bed; but toward afternoon, as I watched the shadows lengthen out my window, I felt a sudden burst of energy – just enough to get out of bed, dress, and head up the street to the closest synagogue. I still remember the warm, yellow light and the warmth of a packed room spilling out into the twilight gray-blue of the street. I went into the synagogue and began to sing together with the congregation:

Keep open the gate for us,
at the time of the closing of the gate,
for the day is coming to an end.


Those final minutes of Yom Kippur – the uplifting melodies; the open ark symbolizing our desire that the gates of Prayer and Repentance remain open to us; the fevered energy of a day coming to its end – remain my favorite part of the day. If you haven’t been to Neilah, or if it’s been a while, I encourage you to stay through the afternoon or return at 6:00 to join the community for Neilah. After all, it’s the ending that gives meaning to the story.

G’mar hatimah tovah
,
Rabbi Abe Friedman