My childhood was one of being double-dipped in a 24/7
Jewish educational environment. I attended Ramaz, a modern Orthodox Day School
through twelfth grade; and I went to a religious Zionist camp for 14 years. At
camp we spoke only Hebrew for eight weeks of the year, and tilled the soil to
prepare us to make Aliyah. But my most valuable educational experiences happened
in my home. Each Shabbat, I would take a walk with my father. We would discuss
the weightier issues of life: What did God want from us? What did it mean to be
a good Jew? Rather heady conversation to grow up on.
But it was during
the summer of my 12th year, when my parents took me to Paris, that I had my most
profound educational experience. When my parents had escaped from France during
World War II, with my eighteen-month-old sister in tow; their next-door
Christian neighbors, the Gelbarts, kept their valuables for them. We were
returning to thank them and to collect the items they had left behind.
The Gelbarts invited us to lunch. When we arrived, they told us proudly
that they knew we were strictly kosher, so they had prepared a special meal for
us of chicken. The chicken was clearly not kosher. My father pulled me aside and
whispered to me, "Eat the chicken!" At that moment, I learned the invaluable
lesson that it is far more important to respect the dignity of another human
being than it is to observe the letter of law.
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.
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