Showing posts with label humility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humility. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

A Little Rain, A Lot of Humility - Wednesday Kavvanah, 5/2/2012

Yesterday morning as I was preparing to leave for morning minyan, it was raining quite heavily.  Our gutters have not yet been cleaned of the spring debris, and so the water was spilling out of them, flowing down the windows, and leaking into the dining room, where a small puddle was gathering.  Hmm, thought I.  No matter how great the structures we build around ourselves, no matter how much we try to seal ourselves off from the forces of nature, Creation always manages to find its way in.

As regular readers of this blog know, I am a scientific person.  I cannot deny that for this world to make sense, the laws of physics dictate that (for example) the Earth is about 4.5 billion years old, and the universe 14 billion or so.  I am wary of theologies that mandate checking the intellect in favor of blind faith, or even those that attempt to square science and religion where they seem to conflict.

But certain poetic / midrashic approaches always appeal to me; creative ideas about the ways through which God enters our rationality, just as the rain finds its way into the rabbi's parsonage.  It is indeed possible to clothe ourselves in logic, in academic scaffolding, and thereby ignore the still, small voice of the Divine.  However, even those of us whose understanding of the world seems waterproof occasionally find ourselves dripping wet, and particularly in the context of loss or joy or life's milestones.  Those are the times that we are most likely not only to seek friends and family, but also to let God in. 

In every morning service, just after the morning berakhot / blessings, we read (or more likely mumble) the following:
הֲלא כָל הַגִּבּורִים כְּאַיִן לְפָנֶיךָ וְאַנְשֵׁי הַשֵּׁם כְּלא הָיוּ וַחֲכָמִים כִּבְלִי מַדָּע וּנְבונִים כִּבְלִי הַשכֵּל
Compared to You, all the powerful are nothing, the famous, insignificant; the wise lack wisdom, the clever lack reason.
This brief passage, stuck in the middle of a great deal of text, deserves more attention than it ever gets.  A little dose of humility in the morning, a reminder of the long view, helps us to see that no matter what we achieve or own or create, there are even greater things, and this is an invaluable principle to carry with us into the day as we work, learn, and love.  Sometimes we need that rain.


~
Rabbi Seth Adelson

Monday, September 19, 2011

Elul 20: Just a Spoonful of Humility

As we prepare for Rosh Hashanah and the opportunity to seek forgiveness, it might be helpful to access our humility.

Sometimes the key to finding our own humility is to remind ourselves of the fragility of human life, of how insignificant and ephemeral our individual existence is.  There is a moment during the tefillot / services of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur when we recite a litany of biblical similes that speak to the temporary nature of our time on Earth.  It comes during the latter half of the Untaneh Toqef segment of the Musaf Amidah, arguably the central holy moment of the holiday:


אָדָם יְסודו מֵעָפָר, וְסופו לֶעָפָר
Each person's origin is dust and end is dust

בְּנַפְשׁו יָבִיא לַחְמו
We spend our lives seeking sustenance

מָשׁוּל כְּחֶרֶס הַנִּשְׁבָּר
Scripture compares humans to a broken shard,

כְּחָצִיר יָבֵשׁ וּכְצִיץ נובֵל
withering grass and a shriveled flower,

כְּצֵל עובֵר וּכְעָנָן כָּלָה
a passing shadow and a fading cloud,
וּכְרוּחַ נושָׁבֶת וּכְאָבָק פּורֵחַ
a fleeting breeze and scattered dust,

וְכַחֲלום יָעוּף.
and a vanishing dream.


The images are drawn from various places in the books of Isaiah, Jeremiah, Psalms, and Job, and they agree on the following point: we walk this Earth for a short time, while God is eternal.  As such, this passage paints a poetic picture that helps us swallow our pride and ask for forgiveness.


Rosh Hashanah is ten days away.  Think humble!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Thursday Morning Kavvanah, 3/17/2011 - What are we?

Reflecting on the equalizing nature of prayer, I lingered momentarily this morning over the series of questions posed in the earliest part of the Shaharit service.

מָה אֲנַחְנוּ מֶה חַיֵּינוּ מֶה חַסְדֵּנוּ מַה צִּדְקֵנוּ מַה יְשְׁעֵנוּ מַה כּחֵנוּ מַה גְּבוּרָתֵנוּ.
Mah anahnu, meh hayyeinu, meh hasdenu, mah tzidkenu, mah yish'enu, mah kohenu, mah gevuratenu.
What are we? What is our life? What is our piety? What is our righteousness? What is our attainment? What is our power? What is our might?

Based on the confessions of R. Yohanan and Mar Shemuel in the Babylonian Talmud (Massekhet Yoma 87b), this litany serves as a reminder to be humble, that each of us is individually insignificant. Today is Ta'anit Esther, the fast that precedes Purim. A wee bit of daily humility can go a long way, and all the more so on a fast day.