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Summer is a time of travels, and it reminds me of what I learned at my
father’s feet-- to be a good map reader. You find where you
are, you locate where you are headed, and you try to figure out the best
way to get there. Usually, it’s the shortest road, or the one with
the most highway, the fastest way.
It’s a good skill for car travels, but really not the way life works.
This week’s Torah reading, the beginning of the book of Deuteronomy, tell
us that Moses addressed the people in the fortieth year of their journey
from Mt. Sinai, in the eleventh month, and on the first day of the
month. Forty years it took—and yet, says Torah, it is only an eleven day
journey.
Forty years to go a distance that could be traveled in eleven days?
Couldn’t G-d have given Moses better directions? What is that about?
Perhaps it is that some kinds of wisdom take time to accumulate.
Perhaps the map is the wrong metaphor for life. Life is more like a
spiral or a curlicue, with themes and challenges and successes moving in
and out of focus.
The
Shabbat we celebrate tonight has another name—Shabbat Hazon, the Sabbath
of Vision. It is named after the prophet Isaiah who saw that after the
iniquities and the abominations that people perpetrated on each other—some
Jewish, some not, there would be a time when Zion would would be redeemed
with justice. Tsion b’mishpat tipadeh.
Tonight is a time to recommit to the path of justice, to recommit to
working for the well-being of all life, whether in our beloved Israel, or
our beloved United States of America.
G-d has promised that we will be strengthened and supported in these
efforts. Ken yehi ratzon. May it be so.
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