Today is forty-five days,
which is six weeks and three days of the Omer.
It is a tradition to
count the days between Passover and Shavuot, as we mark our freedom from slavery and celebrate our freedom to accept Torah. This is called "counting the
omer." This year we will observe the tradition of "counting the omer" by sharing
stories about the many different ways that we have been turned on to Jewish
learning, and through Jewish learning to Torah.
Thank you to everyone who wrote about a memorable
moment of Jewish learning. We've collected 49 amazing stories, and we're
grateful to all of our contributors.
It was in the fall of 1978 that we were asked if we would go on a
mission to the Soviet Union. We were told that we would be traveling alone,
visiting with families who were in the process of applying for or had been
refused permission to emigrate to Israel. The purpose of our mission was,
through our presence, to support these courageous Jews, to keep them visible, to
let them know they were not forgotten and that the world Jewish community was
continuing the struggle for their freedom.
At the time of this trip, our son Aaron was 2½ and our daughter Nina was
soon to celebrate her first birthday. The trip was secret; our families thought
we were going to
Israel.
Ann sewed ritual objects into the lining of both of our trench coats.
As we went through passport control in Moscow our hearts were in our throats-not
with pride but with fear. What if the forbidden items were discovered? We had
to learn the Cyrillic alphabet, enough to read street names and maps, and
memorize the names and addresses of families in Frunze, Tashkent, Bukhara,
Samarkand, Tbilisi and
Moscow.
Our experiences were of the moment-they just happened-an aliyah in
Bukhara, joining a groom's family (men only!) in a festive lunch, erev Yom
Kippur with a young family in Samarkand and services the following day in their
synagogue, singing HaTikva around the piano with a small group of Refuseniks in
Frunze. Central Asia was visually like going back in time, but the experiences
felt comfortable and familiar. In Moscow we were befriended by a family who we
were later able to sponsor and help resettle in Los
Angeles.
The trip was transformative. Surely the people we met were under a yoke
as cruel as biblical pharaonic oppression, yet like at Sinai they too made a
choice about their identities and future. Their commitment to live as Jews was
inspirational and motivated our decision to provide our children with a strong
Jewish education. We chose to enroll them in the Emanuel Community Day School
(ECDS).
Now, many years later, we have the joy of learning, praying and
celebrating at the New Emanuel Minyan with new friends as well as with a number
of families who were a part of ECDS 28 years
ago.
We learned that our actions are enhanced by joining together and that
through the power and support of community the possibilities for change are
strengthened. Even under difficult conditions, we can create
choices.
By Ann and Richard
Tell
These stories are brought to you by the Temple
Emanuel RE-IMAGINE project, an 18-month initiative sponsored by Hebrew Union
College, devoted to re-thinking and re-structuring our religious school.
Comments