I will travel 3,000 miles to witness a two-minute event. A total eclipse of the Sun will occur on August 21 reaching from the coast of Oregon to Charleston, South Carolina. Millions of eyes will look skyward. I plan to be on the Pacific coast, marveling at this celestial event. Within that upward gaze will be a reminder of how to best focus our vision toward appreciation for our world.

Torah this week cautions, “when you look up to the sky and behold the sun and the moon and the stars, the whole heavenly host, you must not be lured into bowing down to them or serving them. (Deut. 4:19)” Before Neil Degrasse Tyson taught us astrophysics on CNN, and before Galileo perfected telescopes to find new planets, the sun, moon and stars were misunderstood to be more than celestial orbs. The sun and moon and stars represented the spiritual heaven populated by alternative gods. Moses gave a distinct order to the people not to be led astray by false gods or false narratives of the Heavenly order. The upward gaze was meant for God’s sake only.

The Talmud (B.T. Sukkah 29a) adds another level of complexity. A solar eclipse is described as a bad omen. Some sages say it is a bad omen for the Jewish people. Rabbi Meir is quoted as saying it is a bad omen for the other nations. Either way, our great Talmud rabbis were tempted to add meaning to an extraordinary but nonetheless natural event. They explained the eclipse by offering a parable of a King who provides a feast and sets out a lantern by which people can eat. The King suddenly removes the light and the diners are left in the dark. In the parable, when the light is removed, appreciation is prompted.

With the eclipse a new level of beauty is revealed, that of the corona of the sun. Upon reflection, we might appreciate the rare opportunity posed by an eclipse. With the removal of the sun’s disk, we can marvel at the unseen intricacies of this universe.  In settings such as a solar eclipse the viewer may be left with a sense of awe and gratitude.

Our tradition adjures us to follow our experience of beauty toward appreciation of the Creator. How do we offer gratitude to the Divine that is the source of such natural phenomena? We have a blessing for seeing natural phenomena such as lightning and comets, reminders of the spectacles that are a part of creation. We bless God, sovereign of the universe, the One who creates the beginning. (עוסה מעסה בראשית) No the grammar is not off in either the English or Hebrew. We bless God who not merely created but is engaged in the ongoing act of creation that never ends. Let׳s show our appreciation, by partnering with God in that creative process, preserving and protecting our planet and its inhabitants from harm.

A solar eclipse might not be a bad omen but it should be a reminder not to take for granted that which we have been given, an amazing planet in which to live and experience the wonders of the universe. When the moon temporarily hides the light of the sun, may we be reminded that the source of light and life be honored by the way we partner in the continual creation of this world.

R’ Evan J. Krame

Each morning as I stretch on my yoga mat I watch Morning Joe on MSNBC. Today, I am struck by the integrity of a guest commentator. “I don’t have all the facts” says the former federal prosecutor who is not willing to pass judgment on a political matter without hearing from all the parties. The show’s host pressed this guest to make a determination about guilt or innocence but the host is met by a second refusal. While talking heads and bar room brainiacs may be quick to take sides, the television exchange I am watching is a model of judiciousness and spirituality.

Take a look at the opening verses of Deuteronomy as Moses revisits the travels of the Hebrews in the wilderness. First stop is Mount Horeb, also known as Sinai. What happened at Sinai? The text tells us that first God helped Moses to appoint Judges. Those Judges were impartial arbiters regarding all disputes. “I charged your magistrates at that time as follows, “Hear out your fellow men, and decide justly between any man and a fellow Israelite or a stranger. You shall not be partial in judgment: hear out low and high alike. Fear no man, for judgment is God’s. And any matter that is too difficult for you, you shall bring to me and I will hear it.”” Deut 1:16 -17.

In order to avoid bias, sufficient facts are vital. The unbiased offer of judgment is a juridical ideal and a spiritual requisite. The juridical ideal is to obtain information from both sides of an issue before offering a judgment.  The spiritual requisite is that judgment is a Godly enterprise. The text warns us that we might be making a leap over faith when we judge without hearing from both “low and high alike.”

Torah doesn’t permit bias when we offer a judgment. Biased judgment impedes our ability to relate to other people. Whether in business, politics or nonprofit organizations, we are often pressed to pick sides like a schoolyard kick ball game. As a result, communities may become polarized. Emotions get whipped up with incomplete and highly charged information; be it from news anchors, twitter feeds or Facebook friends.

Torah directs us to avoid partisanship to create a more just society.. We might begin with the way we treat each other in our spiritual communities – in synagogues, and non-profit organizations, in educational institutions and in advocacy groups. Failing to give due consideration to both low and high, we might not treat other human beings with the due consideration that God demands of us. Judgment is a spiritual endeavor, not merely a legal matter. And that is why courtrooms are often adorned with the words “in God we trust.”

When next you are presented with a matter of controversy or consternation, ask questions and pursue the facts before taking sides or offering a judgment. The process of deciding is a holy matter and spiritual practice.  And when we fail to judge evenhandedly, we fail to allow God to preside.

R’ Evan J. Krame

It’s summer, and 58% of Americans are likely to take vacations – some by plane, most by car. Vacations have countless motivations: visit friends or family, change scenery, change pace, have fun, relax, seek adventure, (re)kindle romance, find ourselves or get away from it all. Sometimes vacations work their magic: we return refreshed – at least for awhile.

It’s tempting to imagine that location change alone will change us. As Lin-Miranda’s hit “Hamilton” puts it, “In New York, you can be a new man.” As Hebrew aphorism puts it, “Change location, change luck” (shoneh makom, shoneh mazal). It’s an ancient idea hailing from Talmud (B.T. Rosh Hashanah 16b), rooted early in Torah: “Go,” says God to Avram, “and I will make you great” (Gen. 12:1-2). We’ve been “going” ever since: this week’s Torah portion (Matot-Masei), named for “journeys,” is all about going – 42 destinations en route from here to there, location changes one after another.

But wherever they went, there they were. No single location change changed anyone. It was only the totality of their 40-year journey that changed them.

As for them, so for us. Wherever we go, there we are. We take ourselves on vacation – not just our luggage but also our baggage. We take our habits, our devices, our family dynamics and our inner self-talk. And if vacations take us out of routines and give us more time to notice things, vacations might make us more aware of the very things we wanted to escape.

Such hopes often are unspoken and unconscious, and almost always unrealistic. Psychologists explain that many take vacations expecting an oasis or paradise away from themselves. That’s why many vacationers return with equally unspoken and unconscious disappointment that their vacations passed so fast and changed so little.

So how to take a real summer vacation? Here are some ideas.

First, loosen external expectations. That’s a big ask – especially for “Type A” planners taking vacations with complex itineraries. Make plans but hold them gently, so that reality’s adventure can be what it is, without judgment. Better to enjoy what is than compare it to a false ideal.

Second, loosen internal expectations. Be aware of whatever you think and feel a vacation might be, and hold that gently. Notice if you expect yourself (or someone else) to be someone different on vacation: unknown and unspoken expectations can sour the best intentions.

Third, actually rest. Thich Nhat Hanh lamented, “The purpose of a vacation is to have the time to rest. But many of us, even when we go on vacation, don’t know how to rest. We may even come back more tired than before we left.” Make yourself rest, whatever that means to you.

Fourth, notice something wonderful and deliberately small on vacation, then do the same thing on returning home. As this week’s Torah portion puts it, what we call “God” dwells exactly where we are (Num. 36:34) – home, vacation, everywhere. A vacation is a chance to re-focus and practice this awareness so that we can better keep it wherever we are.

Dorothy Canfield Fisher said, “If we would only give, just once, the same amount of reflection to what we want to get out of life that we give to the question of what to do with a two week vacation, we would be startled at our false standards and the aimless procession of our busy days.”

May your vacation be real – not false – as a small down payment on a life’s journey that is ever more real in every important way.

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Rabbi David Evan Markus

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As a driver, I am probably not “Michelin” rated.  I drive too fast at times and tailgate a bit. Passengers might experience a bit of dyspepsia in the back seat. But I like having control of the car. My son is a far better driver than I. He doesn’t speed through intersections or weave through traffic. Recognizing his skill, when we are together in a car, I invest him with the authority of the wheel. His style of driving is imbued with a sort of ethics for the road. He doesn’t speed, gives wide latitude to bicyclists and stops at yellow lights. But such is the transfer of power of the wheel.

Torah drives us toward realizing the delicacy of transferring the wheel. In Parshat Pinchas, God instructs Moses to invest some of his power in Joshua ben Nun, who is described to be an inspired man or a man of spirit. The transfer is orderly and public. The need for new leadership was obvious and Moses acceded to the exigencies of the situation.

I remember back a few decades when I was considered a “young leader”, which only meant that I was under 40 and was willing to donate to a non-profit organization or synagogue. Existing leaders welcomed the arrival of new leaders but not so much their ideas. There were many tense conversations that I still recall. Those exchanges left me feeling like the more mature leadership was nowhere near ready to invest any “young leader” with real power, no less the wheel of the car.

Today I sense a more profound shift in our society that urges us to jump past current organizational power structures. Perhaps it is inspired by the example of brash businessmen like Steve Jobs or college-skipping executives like Bill Gates.  In their wake, I believe that millenials have less patience for bureaucracy and more interest in spontaneity. I sense a greater eagerness to attempt change with confidence that the outcomes, even if not “successful”, are better than the status quo. This can range from making last minute vacation plans to organizing public events. The speed of communication through Twitter, Facebook, Instagram allow for instant interaction. Apps that allow group opinion polling, crowd fundraising, and last minute travel instill confidence that officious methods are passé. And with Uber and Lyft, you have instant transportation and you don’t even have to do the driving. While conventional methods may be “out,” ethical and environmental considerations are “in.” I witness many younger adults who drive their lives within a context of moral authority.

There will still be pain as businesses and non-profits driven by mature leaders hit speed bumps or even crash into barriers. While the need for young leadership will always be upheld as a panacea, the willingness to honor their spirit and invest them with some power will cause distress for the old guard. Such is the nature of institutions. And such is the legacy of change in a rapidly advancing world. My suggestion to all interested in transitions is this: read the Torah. Moses is still teaching us best practices for handing over the wheel.

R’ Evan Krame

I have a confession. As a rabbi, I look at the liturgy this generation inherited, and I see words that evoke God as father or king, such as we sing in the most beloved of High Holy Day melody, Avinu Malkeinu (“Our Father, Our King”). Even leaving aside modern sensibilities about gender – is God really male? – these images evoke a God of authority first and foremost. They imply a hierarchy that maybe we remember from our own parents, or that we ourselves have used as parents. Invoking that authority we demand behavior with the catch phrase: “Because I said so.”

Sometimes “Because I said so” can be comforting: it tells us what’s supposedly “right” and “wrong” without doubt, and sometimes clarity of roles and result are needed for health, safety and teaching. At other times, “Because I said so” can disempower and belittle. Ask any young adult how he or she feels hearing “Because I say so” – or remember that feeling yourself. Is that feeling holy? Or consider an adult who, by dint of supposed authority or elder status, becomes implacable: they might pout, stomp and plead, “Because I said so.”

So too in this week’s Torah portion, which features multiple levels of “Because I said so.” Balak, king of Midian, tells his priest Balaam to curse the traveling Jews by invoking his monarchical authority (“because I said so”). Balaam, seemingly a recluse in the wilderness, instead defers to “his God,” who just happens to be the God of the Hebrews too, and refuses to curse the people. Balak begs and even offers riches, but then God comes to Balaam and gives permission to Balaam to travel towards the traveling Israelites but not necessarily to curse (“because I” – now God – “said so”). Balaam saddles up his ass, who appears to be his only colleague, and goes to meet King Balak. In the end, the words that come from the deeply conflicted Balaam’s mouth are a blessing and not a curse.

“Because I said so” can be confusing, roiling and more. Religion – or at least the religion many of us were raised with – features much of this “because I said so” sense. But I find that my relationship with God is evolving. A skeptic might say God has been demoted from unquestionable authority to partner. For me, that’s as it should be – not just a partner but a loving partner. In that partnership, I find inspiration and solace, courage and caring.

This approach also is the Jewish mystical path, and they had a most profound insight: God is lover, helper and spouse in a relationship of discussion, commission and growth. Not “because I said so” but “because I love you, and because you love me.”

What would it mean for us to have a collegial loving relationship with God? Could we make Saturday a day of rest to have time to connect with our beloved rather than a day to desist from work “because God says so” – Sabbath as date night? Could we extend loving kindness to strangers, not because we are directed but because our own relationships will improve as we practice compassion?

Poor Balaam, prophet and ping pong ball – batted about by duty to God and a king who commanded him “because I said so.” Perhaps this story is a cautionary tale that invites us to a deeper connection with God, one that can be realized through relationship with God and with God’s best and most flawed creation – other people.

Let’s not be like Balaam. Get off your ass and get into healthy working relationships with God’s other creations – family, friends and communities. And please, don’t just do it because I said so.

R’ Evan Krame

We all have “sacred cows” – ideas, habits and commitments seemingly so core to who we are that we might hold them nearly inviolate.  Often they seem like the bedrock of our lives – how we know ourselves, how we want others to know us, how we shape our identity, and how we arrange our days.  Challenging our sacred cows can leave us feeling vulnerable, unsure and adrift.

So the question of this week’s Torah portion (Chukat) is especially important: how sacred are our “sacred cows” really?  How much can we depend on them, and do we really need them?

Torah’s answers begin – suitably enough – with a sacred cow that maybe never existed.

Torah recounts a sacred ritual using a parah adumah (red heifer) – a totally red cow, perfect with no blemish, that was never yoked (Num. 19:2).  These bovine conditions are so rare as to be practically if not utterly (“udderly”) impossible.  In tradition, at most seven such cows ever existed, and they don’t exist now.  Torah’s lesson is clear: spiritually speaking, there are no sacred cows.

Torah’s nonexistent “sacred cows” extend beyond the bovine.  Throughout this Torah portion, one “sacred cow” after another rises up only to fall.  If God’s “sacred cow” was Moses’ perfect faith and trust, it fell when Moses disobeyed God (Num. 20:10-11).  If Moses’ “sacred cow” was his certainty that he’d enter the Land of Promise, it fell with Moses’ disobedience (Num. 20:12).  If the people’s “sacred cow” was Aaron’s ever-present reliability as high priest, it fell with Aaron’s death (Num. 20:24).  The God of healing suddenly seemed, in the people’s experience, to be a God of trial and illness.  Surrounding cultures, hoped to be hospitable or at least tolerant, now rejected the desert wanderers.

One after another, all assumptions faltered.  Every seemingly “sacred cow” fell.  Once again, Torah’s lesson is clear: spiritually speaking, there are no sacred cows.

When we learn that there are no sacred cows, we learn the lesson that Sukkot also teaches: our spiritual calling isn’t rigid sturdiness but flexible resilience.  Our life’s journey deepens precisely when we release the false fixity of “sacred cows in our lives.  After all, eponymously Jews are called “boundary crossers” (hence “Hebrews,” from ivrim – boundary crossers).  There’s more to our lives, and far more important things in our lives, than the “sacred cows” we conjure.

Maybe that’s why read this narrative now, at the height of summer sun, amidst the agricultural season of plenty. We’re nearing 17 Tammuz, the historical day in the year 70 C.E. when Roman forces first breached Jerusalem’s walls.  Three weeks later, on Tisha b’Av, the Second Temple fell and exile soon followed. Exactly three months (one season) from now, Rosh Hashanah will re-boot Judaism’s cycle of time, calling us to re-examine our behaviors and our lives. Two weeks later, we’ll enter Sukkot, the joy-filled festival of flexibility and impermanence.

Jerusalem, the Temple, home, time, our very lives – in a sense, all are “sacred cows.” None is so perfect, unblemished or unyoked as we might wish to imagine. History amply shows that all of them – and all of us, and everything – are variable and vulnerable. The sooner we let the purity of our “sacred cows” go the way of myth, the more we can live wholly into the spiritual fullness of our imperfect lives, blemishes and all.

When I was complaining recently about an organization whose board is at odds with its leaders, a friend said – “sounds like a synagogue.” I had not mentioned the name of the organization. The organization is not even a synagogue. I had not spoken any names or given any details. The dystopia of Jewish organizations is apparently legendary and the rancor of its non-profit boards is notorious.

No surprise that such a scenario plays out in the Torah at parashat Korach which is named for a relative of Moses and Aaron. “Korach . . . [a descendant of Levi] rose up against Moses, together with two hundred and fifty Israelites, chieftains of the community, chosen in the assembly, men of repute. They combined against Moses and Aaron and said to them, “You have gone too far! For all the community are holy, all of them, and the Lord is in their midst. Why then do you raise yourselves above the Lord’s congregation?” Numbers 16: 1 –  3.

The tragedy of Korach and his followers is that they were already elevated leaders among the people – just like the members of a board of directors. Ultimately, Korach and his followers are decimated. The Torah describes their tribunal and deaths. Their legacy is a cautionary tale against rebellion and over-reaching.

Perhaps there have been more than a few non-profit board presidents or rabbis who have invoked the name of Korach when confronting disgruntled congregants or board members. Even though the sorry fate of Korach may be well known, rebellions within Jewish organizations continue to occur.

What amazes me, as a reader of the text, is that Korach and his conspirators could so easily devalue Moses and Aaron’s leadership of the people. These are the leaders who took them from slavery to freedom. Korach’s followers were blinded by their own perceived slights; believing that Moses and Aaron had taken too much greatness for themselves. No matter that the charges were wildly ridiculous as the Torah tells us Moses was the humblest of men. Short memories and self-absorbed sanctimony fomented rebellion.

There is a glimmer of hope that follows later in the Torah. We learn that despite Korach’s wide-ranging approval among the people, in his own home he was unsuccessful. The Torah reports that the sons of Korach did not die (Numbers 26:11). Apparently, the sons of Korach neither followed their father nor his teachings. They continued their obligations to carry the Ark. Moreover, Psalms 42,44-49,84-85,87-88, some of the most beautiful, are all attributed to the descendent of Korach!

For those leaders who have been accused, unfairly or undeservedly, there is a message. No matter how harsh the accusations and how vile the accusers; some legacy of duty and even splendor may yet remain. What may be the hardest advice to accept is to hold one’s enemy in your own prayers and in your heart. If not for their own sake but then for the sake of their children who may yet bring great service and beauty to the world.

R’ Evan J. Krame

Life is messy. I don’t like messy. I like neat. But neat takes work. Not that messy is so easy. A messy desk and I can’t find a document. A messy calendar and I am missing appointments. And anyone who has been to my home for Shabbat dinner knows that my kitchen is a “bit untidy” (so says my South African friends). Given my predilection toward the transcendent I ask can there be a spiritual side of messy?

Torah gives us the study guide for this. Numbers Chapter 15, verses 38 and 39 tells us: “Speak to the people of Israel, and bid them that they make them fringes in the borders of their garments throughout their generations, and that they put upon the fringe of the borders a thread of blue. And it shall be to you for a fringe, that you may look upon it, and remember all the commandments of the Lord, and do them; and that you seek not after your own heart and your own eyes, which incline you to go astray;”

I understand fringes a bit differently than Torah, but I come to the same conclusion. The fringes on my tallit (prayer shawl) are messy. They are not cut to exactly the same length. They aren’t plush like a tassel or decorative like a 1930’s lampshade. No, the fringes Torah instructs us to wear are untidy or even scruffy and appropriately so.

Fringes evoke a sense of pushing boundaries. Cowboys in the west had fringes on their jackets as they rode out into the unmapped plains. The defiant and flamboyant flappers of the 1920s were known for the fringes on their dresses, which swirled as they danced the Charleston. Hippies in the sixties had long fringes on their clothes that swayed around their bodies as they moved to psychedelic rock. Fringes on clothing are a symbol of expansive thinking and exploration.

Truth be told, I have a fringed distressed leather jacket stored in a back closet. I won’t part with it even though I can no longer fit into it. When I wore that jacket I felt rebellious and cool.

I also am the owner of at least a half dozen talesim – one talit from my bar mitzvah, another from my ordination ceremony, and assorted others acquired on trips to Israel or collected from those no longer using a talit. When I don my talit, I bring holy awareness to the moment.  I swirl the talit above my head and as it drops to my shoulders I say the blessing and ask God to give my family good health. And then I drop into the prayer service, sometimes engaged, sometimes withdrawn.

The messy fringes of the talit should remind me that prayer should be boundary pushing. I should be using prayer as a springboard to change the world or argue with God or make myself a better person. The undisciplined motion of fringes on a garment is a reminder to expand the edges of my life so I can achieve greater meaning and live a purposeful existence.

Abraham Joshua Heschel, the renowned theologian of the 20th century, demanded that prayer be a call to action, a rejection of stasis and a radical awakening to the potential of living. Beginning a prayer service with a talit on my shoulders and fringes flying, should serve as a reminder that we construct a better world when we bind up the loose ends into knots of strength and character.

R’ Evan J. Krame

Sometimes I panic. Potentially bad news seems disastrous at first. Perhaps you do that too.  Some of it is personality. Sometimes it is because bad things are about to happen and life sometimes sucks. Another component is the nature of living in the 21st century. I watch the news and the pundits predict catastrophe. I get advertisements warning me to insure against adversity. Panic causes stress and stress is bad for my health. But don’t panic, there is an alternative!

In Torah portion Shlach, we learn the story of the twelve men sent to scout out the land of Canaan. They traverse the land from the Negev in the south and move north to Hebron and then across its breadth. They see wondrous walled cities and bountiful produce. But the report that ten of them bring back is of extreme caution. They say that the land they traversed devours its settlers and the inhabitants are like giants. They panicked. And the people despaired too. They cried and wept all night and asked, “Why don’t we just return to Egypt?”

Two of the scouts did not panic. They were Caleb and Joshua. What was different about Caleb and Joshua? Caleb is not naïve. His inclination is toward optimism. And he takes his confidence a step further. Caleb stands before a frightened and angry crowd in a futile attempt to redirect their thinking. Caleb says by all means let’s go up to Canaan and take the land for we shall surely overcome it. 

Caleb is unsuccessful as a leader at that time. However, he is rewarded by God with long life and is among the very select two who will be granted the longevity to enter the Promised Land. All others will spend the next 38 years wandering the Sinai wasteland until they die. 

The metaphor is strong. Those who panic and despair are doomed to wander aimlessly. Panic and despair keep us from living productive lives. Caleb’s positive attitude and hopefulness are rewarded. 

So how do we procure and nurture a positive attitude when confronted with adversity. The answer may be different for each of us, but I’ll suggest the one that comes from the Talmud. In tractate Sotah (34b), the rabbis opine that Caleb went to visit the graves of the ancestors at Hebron, known as the cave of Machpelah. This is where Abraham and Sarah and their progeny are buried with their spouses. Perhaps it is the attention to and respect for our origins, which might be a key to our own ability to cope with adversity. 

Each year, I visit the cemetery where my great grandmother and grandparents are buried. They traversed Europe on a treacherous journey to their promised land, the United States. With each visit I am reminded that whatever makes me panic, it probably pales in comparison to the challenges that my ancestors overcame confronting loss, ocean voyages in steerage, and making a life in a new country. Likely they were exceedingly afraid and yet they persevered.

The blessings of remembering our ancestors may be one inspiration to control our panic.  Whether you want to think about Alexander Hamilton’s travails or my great grandmother, Anna Krasnastovsky Grossbaum, bringing four children to the US from the Ukraine, the inspiration can come from anyone who has overcome fear and panic to improve their lives. The lesson offered is that our fears, unchecked, keep us wandering and derail us from entering our promised lands.

R’ Evan Krame

If patience is a virtue, then I tend not to feel especially virtuous.  Often I want (now) to fix (now) what’s wrong in the world (now) – and rush hour traffic can seem like ironically named torture. From feeding our hunger to speaking our minds, it’s a very human impulse to indulge each arising desire, to say whatever word presses to be spoken, to go where we will and do what we want. This human impulse animates evolutionary biology (“It’s going to eat us!”), psychology (think the Freudian id of constant desire), and politics (have you seen a Twitter feed lately?).

I imagine our spiritual ancestors, described in this week’s Torah portion (Beha’alotecha), on their meandering four-decade journey through the desert. A generation of wanderers knew when to go and when to stop based only on divine weather. When a divine cloud dwelled atop the Mishkan (indwelling place of holiness), the people camped; when the divine cloud lifted, the people also got up and journeyed forward (Num. 9:15-21). “Whether days or a month or a year, however long the cloud stayed,” the people waited (Num. 9:22).

What kind of patience waits so faithfully? That a whole people could wait – not just individually but also as a society – puts in focus the human impulse to indulge, decide, act, do and go. After all, we’re the species of instant gratification, Black Friday mall stampedes, road rage, airport security lines outbursts, and micro-aggression at supermarket check-outs.

Cultivating patience isn’t about passivity (it takes active effort to cultivate patience) or slow going (though patience can mean going slow or nowhere). Rather, patience is about refining our (often inflated) sense of control. Social psychologists teach that we tend to over-estimate what we can control, and conflate what we control with who we are. Often that’s why we get impatient, act out, and tend to hurt ourselves or others: we try to assert control that we don’t actually have, to serve a deep-seated sense of who we think we are and what we think we need.

Social psychologists experimentally confirmed these ideas in the 1990s, but the Sforno (Ovadia ben Ya’akov, 1475-1550) wrote about them 500 years earlier. He wrote that for our wandering ancestors to await the right time (God’s time) to break camp and travel, the people had to let go of control and planning. On a moment’s notice, they’d need to stop and make camp; on a moment’s notice, they’d need to break camp and go. They accepted that they weren’t in control. By letting go of the illusion of control, together they could be led to the Land of Promise.

I’ll try to remember this the next time I go nowhere quickly in rush-hour traffic, the next time my inner “Type A” lurches to control more details than are mine to control, the next time I feel like things aren’t going my way. Only by letting go might I really get where I need to go.

R’ David Evan Markus