Rabbi Sara Mason-Barkin, Rosh Hashanah 5780
Congregation Beth Israel, Scottsdale, Arizona
I hope that many of you have had the chance to visit the celebrated Israel museum in Jerusalem. Home to famous works of art, like Robert Indiana’s Ahavah sculpture, a scale model of the temple in Jerusalem, as well as important artifacts like the ancient Dead Sea Scrolls: The collection at the museum is priceless. It represents the complicated and intriguing history of the land and people of Israel, and the promise of its future.
A few years ago a toddler visiting the museum with her family pressed her…
In recognition of Shabbat Shuvah, and in memory of Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Rabbi Sara Mason-Barkin, 9.25.2020
Congregation Beth Israel, Scottsdale, Arizona
Dear Sela Penina, my daughter, my girl:
Tonight is Shabbat Shuva, a Shabbat of turning — a time for turning inwards, for reflection on who and how we’d like to be in the year ahead. …
How I met my Grandma again, seven years later.
I was delighted with a recent invitation to participate in a mah jongg game with a group of other women. I’d never played before, but always wanted to learn. I mentioned it to my mother, who has had a standing ‘mahj’ group for years now, and she gave me my grandma’s set to use.
Together, my mother, my daughter and I sorted the tiles. Crack, bam, dot… we grouped them, and then we smiled. My grandma has been gone for nearly seven years now. But between the tiles was a Post-it…
A prayerful intention
What shape does your love take?
Is your love an unbroken ring,
a forever circle on your dear one’s hand?
Is your love the rectangle of a carefully constructed covenant,
signed by a witness, hanging on the wall?
Is your love a bended knee or ball of fist,
that beats for power
that breaks in protest
Is your love a stone
Love is a shape shifter
moving, morphing, meaning.
Just love, Compassionate love, Protecting love, Pleading love.
Our love fills the cracks that are waiting. …
A Reflection on our Broken Hearts and our Jewish Home
In 1979, Professor Gabriel Barkai was working on an archeological excavation at the site of the City of David, near Jerusalem. Working on a shoestring budget, teenage volunteers were helping to uncover the remains of a Byzantine church. As the story goes, one of the teens rapped a nook in the floor with a hammer, and accidentally uncovered a treasure trove of ancient artifacts. Among them, a tiny silver scroll, upon which was etched a blessing from this week’s Torah portion, a blessing that transcends time and space:
In order to ‘love our neighbor,’ we need to see their pain.
“Earmuffs!” I told my daughter — our family’s shorthand way of saying to one child, I need to say something to your sibling that is not for you to hear. My older son was asking an important question.
He is rounding the corner to the end of third grade now. He is nine years old, and he has figured out by now that there is a lot about the world that we haven’t told him. He is old enough now to be ready for some difficult conversations.
Silence is not one-size fits all.
I remember when I was a young teen, there was a tradition at my summer camp to ‘leave one’s mark’ with pithy quotes and song lyrics on the doors, walls and rafters of the cabin. I was as moved by the evidence of camp legacy as the administration was frustrated by the ritual defacement of our cabins. I remember one year there was sage teenage wisdom scrawled in sharpie near the door of our cabin. …
Like stars waiting patiently to emerge.
I’d like to share this poem with you. It is dated 3/11/20.
It has been a full year.
What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath —
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel. Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
The arc bends towards justice, in the State of Israel and at home.
Though the ruling affects only a small number of people, it is a big deal because it symbolizes larger progress and change. …
Some straight talk with the Holy One.
I’ve got a bone to pick with You, God.
I hope You don’t mind my informality here, but it’s been a long week. A long month. A long year. And after all we’ve been through lately, I think maybe we’re beyond formalities. I think maybe we’re ready to put the niceties aside, and really address what’s been going on. No fancy language. No frilly metaphors. Just You and me in direct conversation.
Like I said, God. I’ve got a bone to pick with You.
Rabbi at Congregation Beth Israel in Scottsdale, AZ.