The Exiled Heart
Thousands of miles away from our immediate, local concern, is a country and a region in crisis; in the grips of renewed violence where the horrific count of casualties is rising relentlessly.
Thousands of miles away from our immediate, local concern, is a country and a region in crisis; in the grips of renewed violence where the horrific count of casualties is rising relentlessly.
Never was their a more odd pairing of Torah portions than Behar-Bechukotai.
When I scout out the Torah portion for the week, I must admit that I quietly profess faith that the Parashah will render unto me some deeper insight that meets the moment.
Contrary to popular opinion, I’m rather a fan of the Torah’s bête noire middle child.
I was in my early twenties and visiting a friend in Groningen, a quaint historic city in the northernmost reaches of the Netherlands.
The images are such stark ones that they have become a staple of our culture. The Golden Calf, the shattered tablets, a people oscillating between orgies of elation and crises of despair.
He doesn’t quite remember how he made it back. His white linen tunic was sullied and torn, his headdress had been lost in the chaos.
We feel the weight of this moment and the long shadow it casts over our hearts.
The personal dramas of the Patriarchs and Matriarchs have always played out on the stage of historical change and in this sense, their lives are no different from our own.
Darkness is an overarching theme of Jacob’s life.