Sunday, March 31, 2024

Judean redbuds

 



Easter greetings to my many Christian friends, wishing you every blessing at this special time of year.

I met Christian pilgrims last week who had come from assorted European countries to volunteer in Israel (agriculture, visiting the wounded, packing relief supplies for the displaced and in need) They were excited to be spending Good Friday and Easter weekend in Jerusalem and it means so much to the people of Jerusalem to host these special visitors in these difficult times.

The photos show some native spring wildflowers in bloom now near my home in Israel. The redbud tree with the pink-purple-crimson blossoms is known in English as the "Judas Tree" (Hebrew Klil Hahoresh, scientific name Cercis siliquastrum) There are some who say that this relates to a legend that the tree's blossoms are pink tinged because this is the tree that Judas hanged himself on. The likely origin of the English name though according to British botanist David John Mabberly is a corruption of the French common name Arbre de Judée, tree of Judea, because of this tree's native terrain and it's close association with ancient Judea.

Because it flowers in the spring there is a tradition among some Christian communities in the Levant and Balkans that associate this tree with Easter and as a symbol of early the Christian community and the Byzantine Empire.

The tree is mentioned in the biblical book of Divrei Hayamim (Chronicles) referred to by its Persian name Argon, which describes its deep magenta-red colour, analogous to the biblical Hebrew colour argaman. In Arabic and Hebrew (عروس الغابة Arus el Haba and כליל החורש Klil Hahoresh) the meaning refers to the tree's striking blossoms "bride/beauty/crown/tiara of the woodland".

Whatever name you choose this is one of the most gorgeous trees among many that adorn our countryside in winter and spring. This time of year the hillsides and verges are alive with these vibrant splashes of glorious colour, while cultivated varities bloom in parks and gardens.

These are painful, sad times for the people of Israel but our native landscape reminds us to maintain hope and faith.
Easter greetings to my many Christian friends, wishing you every blessing at this special time of year.

I met Christian pilgrims last week who had come from assorted European countries to volunteer in Israel (agriculture, visiting the wounded, packing relief supplies for the displaced and in need) They were excited to be spending Good Friday and Easter weekend in Jerusalem and it means so much to the people of Jerusalem to host these special visitors in these difficult times.

The photos show some native spring wildflowers in bloom now near my home in Israel. The redbud tree with the pink-purple-crimson blossoms is known in English as the "Judas Tree" (Hebrew Klil Hahoresh, scientific name Cercis siliquastrum) There are some who say that this relates to a legend that the tree's blossoms are pink tinged because this is the tree that Judas hanged himself on. The likely origin of the English name though according to British botanist David John Mabberly is a corruption of the French common name Arbre de Judée, tree of Judea, because of this tree's native terrain and it's close association with ancient Judea.

Because it flowers in the spring there is a tradition among some Christian communities in the Levant and Balkans that associate this tree with Easter and as a symbol of early the Christian community and the Byzantine Empire.

The tree is mentioned in the biblical book of Divrei Hayamim (Chronicles) referred to by its Persian name Argon, which describes its deep magenta-red colour, analogous to the biblical Hebrew colour argaman. In Arabic and Hebrew (عروس الغابة Arus el Haba and כליל החורש Klil Hahoresh) the meaning refers to the tree's striking blossoms "bride/beauty/crown/tiara of the woodland".

Whatever name you choose this is one of the most gorgeous trees among many that adorn our countryside in winter and spring. This time of year the hillsides and verges are alive with these vibrant splashes of glorious colour, while cultivated varities bloom in parks and gardens.

These are painful, sad times for the people of Israel but our native flora reminds us to maintain hope and faith.

Thursday, March 21, 2024


Helping our younger boys get their Purim costumes ready for dress-up day in school tomorrow, going through our massive "Purim box" full of costumes and accessories from years of Purims past and kids who've always enjoyed dressing up.

As I looked for a particular item my hands found instead a transparent bag with superhero components - capes, shirts, headgear - and a stiff felt Batman mask with pointy ears atop a neatly folded set of little boy Batman pajamas.

The tears welled up unbidden and all I could see in my mind's eye was the photo of the once happy Bibas family and their two little boys enjoying a family Batman PJ costume back in another life, before the Hamas invasion of October 7th stole that all away and kidnapped them to Gaza.

What is happening to them now? Are they still alive? Together? What conditions are they being held in? Do they have food, water? How are they being treated? Do they know it's almost Purim? Do they know how much everyone is doing to find them, save them, set them free?

Let my people go! שלח את עמי

Monday, March 18, 2024

Purim - Hope of Deliverance


One of the books that made a deep impression on me as a teen and
throughout my life is Esh Kodesh, the carefully preserved writings of
Reb Kalonimus Kalman Szapiro, the Piaseczno Rebbe. Even in the darkest
of times, in the horror of the Warsaw Ghetto, he did all he could to
preserve life, to maintain the rhythms and customs of the Jewish way
of life, be it mikveh or Shabbat or marriage.

Among his teachings, taught to me from earliest childhood by my
mother, was a deeply ingrained principle that in the depth of despair
and tragedy one should seek out the person who needs help. Even in the
darkest hour, find ways to do hesed, acts of kindness. Turn the
paralysis of grief and trauma to the positive of helping someone else,
even if it might be your final act. Perhaps these ideas are intuitive,
but all my life they have been a guide to how one can relate to times
of crisis.

Along with other Jewish intellectuals in the ghetto such as historian
Emanuel Ringelblum, he formed a secret group known as "Oneg Shabbos",
dedicated to preserving records of the life of the Jews in the ghetto
and testimonies of the Holocaust as it was ongoing.

In early 1943 these writings were buried in milk churns underneath the
ghetto. Rabbi Szapiro was murdered by the Nazis in November 1943 at
the Trawniki forced labour camp. Two out of the three caches were
discovered during the rebuilding of Warsaw after the war. In 1960,
surviving students of Rabbi Szapiro published his writings from the
Warsaw Ghetto under the title of Esh Kodesh - the Sacred Fire.

An innovative educator and passionate writer, as much as Rabbi
Shapiro’s words offer comfort and inspiration during times of darkness
and crisis, his very life and example also offer guidance. At a time
when it seemed as though the Jewish people had no future and were
doomed to be wiped out, he continued to live and work as though
tomorrow would always come.

The very act of preserving testimonies and burying them was an act of
hope that there would be survivors to find these hidden writings, that
the Holocaust would end and that the Nazis would eventually be
defeated. The sun would rise again, and there would be Jewish life
left in the world to rebuild and restore the remnant of the Jewish
people.

Which brings me to the upcoming Jewish holiday of Purim.

It's hard to think about celebrating any festival in Israel’s current
situation, let alone the raucous, joyous, silly season of Purim with
its dressing up and feasting.

Months of war, 134 hostages still held captive in Gaza, vast numbers
of bereaved families, thousands of war wounded, an entire nation still
deep in trauma and grief since October 7. Really, who has the stomach
now for parties, clowns and making merry?

And yet this complexity is precisely Purim. Purim isn't "carnival". It
isn't a celebration for celebration's sake, but a Jewish holiday
commemorating our deliverance from annihilation.

Purim is the story of Haman the Amalekite, who convinces the drinking
and carousing Persian emperor to let him carry out a plan of genocide
against the entire Jewish nation in the Persian empire - effectively
meaning the entire Jewish people, because the vast Persian empire
included all the Jewish population centres of the ancient world.

The ancient Persian legal system didn't even allow the Persian emperor
to simply overturn this horrific decree when Esther beseeches him to
save the lives of her people. He just can't. A decree issued by the
emperor and sealed with his ring of office cannot be revoked. The most
he can do is give permission to the Jews to defend themselves against
those who will be coming to massacre them.

Purim, despite being clothed in fun and silliness, is a story of Jews
successfully defending themselves against enemies set on genocide of
the Jewish people.

The ensuing celebration is not an easy one. Mordechai and Esther have
to instruct the Jewish people how to observe this festival of
Thanksgiving for their successful defeat of Haman's plot. In "the
month that turned from grief to joy, from mourning to a holiday, to
commemorate them as days of feasting and joy, giving food gifts to
friends, and gifts to the poor."

There is a difference between breathing a subdued sigh of relief at
being saved from certain destruction, and actively celebrating that
deliverance. A traumatised, exhausted people who have just had to
fight for their lives against murderous mobs can't necessarily see the
broad historical perspective. Without the guidance of Mordechai and
Esther, they might not have had the strength or vision to mark the
occasion.

Mordechai and Esther wanted the enormity of these events to be
remembered throughout the generations, to serve as a source of eternal
hope and faith that whatever dire straits the Jewish people might find
themselves in, whatever new Amalek might arise, the tables could be
turned.

To my mind, they were also looking to heal the deeply scarred and
traumatised Jewish people. The merriment, the emphasis on the
topsy-turvy turn of events, is a tool for helping the Jews of the
Persian empire release some of the pain and grief by focusing on
celebrating life and survival, by seeing the positive of their
successful defeat of those who sought their destruction and finding a
way to be joyful and thankful despite the horror of what they
experienced.

It's also interesting how Mordechai and Esther choose to commemorate
the events of Purim. Their instructions that people should hold joyful
feasts recall the lavish feasts of the decadent Persian emperor, too
busy with his own pleasure to even think twice about agreeing
initially to the mass murder of an ethnic minority in his realm.

Yet unlike the emperor's days-long extravaganzas of drinking and
partying, the celebrations Esther and Mordechai describe are fixed in
scope. They set a specific time for a persecuted people to release the
stresses of all they have just experienced, to let down their hair and
just let go. The Megilla tells the Jewish people to feast and be
joyful in remembering that Haman's evil plot was turned on its head,
not to engage in over the top parties and weeks of silliness and
abandon.

Yet they also understand that for many it was not the time for
celebration. Everything was too close, too raw. There were many Jews
who did not feel up to even modest feasting and joy. So they
emphasised that this commemoration of Purim must involve reaching out
to all sectors of the community with gifts of food, with donations to
those in need - including everyone, even those who were not ready or
able to join in the communal celebrations.

The entire community was saved on those miraculous days when, against
all odds, the Jews were allowed to fight for their lives and were able
to successfully defeat their enemies. As such, the entire community
needed to be included in giving thanks for that miracle.

Maybe all this is obvious, but to me this is one of the essential
lessons for Purim in our difficult times. We are traumatised and in
pain, but we need to also see the positive in our situation, to give
thanks for those doing good, to recognise the helpers and the
successes, even as we mourn our terrible losses and do all we can to
bring home our people who are still being held hostage in Gaza.

The essence of Purim isn't the dress-up, the drinking or the joking
around. It's an appreciation of the gift that the great power of the
day permitted the Jewish people to defend themselves in the face of a
genocidal plot and to save their own lives. It doesn't get more
existential to Jewish experience through the centuries than that.

And for those who don't feel like gathering with friends and family,
for whom October 7th is still too raw to engage in any kind of
feasting or celebrating, however modest, there are still plenty of
mitzvot of the day that are in the spirit of Purim, particularly
those which involve helping others.

Donate to "Smiles for the Kids'' to help bring joy to Israeli
children who are refugees or living in frontline communities. Visit hospitals,
or run Purim activities at a local retirement home, or offer to read
the Megilla for those who are housebound.

Make a modest Purim se'udah so that you can invite a new family in
your neighbourhood, or a recently-divorced or widowed friend and their
kids, or some elderly neighbours who live alone. There are so many who
need this kind of "hug", not just now, but especially now.

Mishloah manot isn't about grandiose gifting, themed baskets or baking
marathons. It's about seeing others in our community, maybe a
neighbour we aren't so close to but who is going through crisis, maybe
a miluim family or a socially awkward kid in your child's class, the
one people don't usually invite, or just an old friend you've lost
touch with or a relative who needs a boost. Even in our communities
which are full of kindness and love, there are still so many people
who are often "transparent". Mishloah manot is an opportunity to help
them feel seen.

To my mind, Mordechai and Esther and Reb Kalonimus Kalman Szapiro were
coming from that same perspective. During times of tragedy or in its
aftermath, take your grief, your trauma, your despair, and turn it
towards hesed and mitzvot, kindness and compassion.

Thursday, March 14, 2024

Superhero lullaby

This is the song we have on repeat in our home at the moment. I'm sure many of you have already seen it. Due to the war our town has decided to cancel the annual Purim parade. Instead our younger children's school is having its own mini-Purim event and their class have decided that they want to perform this song as a thank you to all the school staff and families (including the headmaster himself) who dropped everything on October 7 and went off to reserve army duty to quite literally defend their homes and families.

For our young kids this song is their lived reality. These "superheroes" are their teachers, their friends' parents and siblings, school staff and neighbours.

Their school has taken in Israeli children from the north and the Gaza border who've been made refugees in their own country. They've heard first hand from these children about what it's like to live on the border with Lebanon in recent months under Hizballah bombardment, what it was like to be a child in Sderot or a nearby moshav on October 7 hiding with family in a shelter, praying the roaming Hamas gunmen wouldn't find them.

And they understand the response of hundreds of thousands of ordinary Israelis who left their regular lives as bus drivers, teachers, restaurant owners and lawyers, threw on a uniform and went off to defend all of us. They ask to watch this video over and over again because it is a great reassuring comfort to them, to know that we have a "people's army" of the mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and neighbours and teachers who have gone out to protect them, people who are doers and helpers, people who are doing all they can to keep them and all the children of Israel safe.

I know there are those who say "see, all Israelis are soldiers, you all deserve to die!" (yes, that is a quote from a "friend" overseas) If you don't believe we have the right as a people to defend ourselves then I guess that might be the way you view this song.

If on the other hand you believe that Israelis and Jews have the right to self-defense against murderous terrorists who make no pretense of their desire to annihilate us and wipe our country off the map, then this song is one of reassurance. In some countries they sing lullabies and tell children stories about imaginary monsters and things that go bump in the night. Our children know that there are real monsters right on our borders and that sometimes the thing that goes bump in the night is real too. This song and the real life heroes it is about is the comforting lullaby for all Israel's children that there are flesh and blood superheroes out there every day protecting them.

Wednesday, March 06, 2024

Alive!!!

 



If any Israeli song is due for revival in our difficult times, it’s this one.

This is Ofra Haza performing "Hai" (Alive) and winning Israel's nomination for the 1983 Eurovision song contest held that year in Munich, Germany.

She went on to be first runner-up at that year's Eurovision competition, and the song has ever since been an Israeli and Jewish anthem of hope, survival and resilience.

The Eurovision competition was held that year in Munich, Germany, a location fraught with painful associations for Jews and Israelis, from its central role in Nazi era Germany to the 1972 massacre of eleven Israeli athletes by the Palestinian Black September terror organisation when the city hosted the Olympic games. 


In 1983 First Lebanon War was raging, as after years of constant rocket attacks and terror assaults launched into northern Israel by Yasser Arafat's PLO in southern Lebanon, Israel tried to restore security to the residents of northern Israel, whose children were growing up spending as much time in communal bomb shelters as their own homes. 

Meanwhile, the Cold War was also still in play. In the Soviet Union, growing numbers of Jews risked everything to live as cultural and religious Jews, fighting for the right to learn and speak Hebrew, the right to observe their Jewish faith, and most of all the right to emigrate to the Jewish homeland in Israel.

Many of these brave Jewish activists in the totalitarian Soviet Union were at the time sitting in prisons in Soviet cities and the infamous Siberian prison camps. Others had been fired from their jobs and labeled "parasites" for not working, a designation that often led to arrest. Soviet Jewry's struggle was alluded to in Ofra Haza's fierce celebration of Jewish life and survival, especially the line: "my sons seeking to return home".

Here are the deeply symbolic lyrics Ofra Haza sang (my translation):

Hear, my brothers,

I'm still alive!

And my two eyes are still raised towards the light


I’ve many thorns

Yet many flowers

And ahead of me too many years to count


I ask,

And I pray:

It's good that we have not yet lost our hope


A hymn passes

Through generations

Like a spring that flows eternal


Alive, alive, alive

Yes I'm still alive

That's the song my grandfather

Sang yesterday to my father

And today I’m still 


I'm still alive, alive, alive

The nation of Israel is alive 

That's the song my grandfather

Sang yesterday to my father

And today I’m still


My days are busy (alive, alive)

As are my nights (alive, alive)

And in my skies the pillar of fire still rises


I'll always sing: alive, alive!

And I'll reach out: alive, alive!

To my friends from over the seas 


I ask...

Alive, alive...


Listen my brothers,

I'm still alive!

And my two eyes are still raised towards the light 


So welcome

To all my guests

And to my sons seeking to return home


I ask...

Alive, alive...


Alive! I'm still alive, alive, alive!!!


שמעו אחי,

אני עוד חי

ושתי עיני עוד נישאות לאור.


רבים חוחי

אך גם פרחי

ולפני שנים רבות מספור.


אני שואל

ומתפלל

טוב שלא אבדה עוד התקווה.


עובר מזמור

מדור לדור,

כמעיין מאז ועד עולם


אני שואל...


חי, חי, חי

כן, אני עוד חי.

זה השיר שסבא

שר אתמול לאבא

והיום אני.


אני עוד חי, חי, חי,

עם ישראל חי.

זה השיר שסבא

שר אתמול לאבא

והיום אני.


הומים ימי חי חי

ולילותי חי חי

ובשמי עמוד האש עוד קם.


אשיר בלי די, חי חי

אפרוש ידי חי חי

לידידי אשר מעבר ים.


אני שואל...

חי, חי, חי...


שמעו אחי,

אני עוד חי

ושתי עיני עוד נישאות לאור.


אז כה לחי

לכל אורחי

ולבני המבקשים לחזור.


אני שואל...


Sunday, March 03, 2024

Let my people come home!


Watching all the back and forth diplomacy as though the 134 hostages are just balls in a ping pong game for Hamas and Qatar, and yes, the UN and the US and the EU and our supposed "allies" to play with. Tools to beat Israel with. Weapons of diplomacy to force Israel to choose in a sick trolley problem.

Even if we don't personally know these 134 Israel hostages they are our people, our family. And we want them home now safe and well.

And the message shouldn't be "bring them home", like if only Israel wanted it enough it could happen. Their freedom is a choice of the bad guys who invaded our country and kidnapped our people and are holding them hostage. The message has to be "Let my people go!!" - Hamas and co who kidnapped them have to release them, let them go, no terms.

Hamas are criminals who kidnapped children, women and men, young and old, and carried them off to Gaza like chattel, paraded them in Gaza as booty, as spoils of war, as "things", just because they were Israeli. They poured over the Israeli border and stole vehicles and livestock - and people, living and dead.

It is on Hamas to let the hostages go, and that is the message Hamas should be hearing from Qatar and Egypt and the US, the UN, the EU, the British and every nation in the world which considers itself a decent member of the family of nations. Not that our hostages are pawns to be toyed with. Not that Israel has to give and take. Not that Israel should be forced to choose between letting Hamas regroup to mount another October 7 or getting the hostages released. Let my people go. Now.