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PARSHAT NETZAVIM – ROSH HASHANAH
Devarim (Deuteronomy) 29:9-31:30
Haftarah – Isaiah 61:10-63:9
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This Shabbat, you will probably noticed that something is missing from the service. Normally, the liturgy for the last Shabbat in any Jewish month features the Birkat HaChodesh – the Blessing of the New Month – an announcement of the day on which the new month falls in the week approaching, this year on Sunday night.
The practice of announcing the new moon’s arrival is ancient. Throughout the centuries, it has grown both in stature and in substance. Today, a simple announcement has burgeoned into a series of prayers second to none in their poetic beauty and magnificent melodies. The congregation stands while the cantor holds the Torah and prays for a month of happiness, blessing, sustenance, peace and piety. It is quite a moment, a pause in time to watch the moments ticking past, to consider that whatever last month may have brought us, life goes on (we hope, for the better).
But not every new month is awarded this elaborate advance announcement. There is this exception: the month of Tishre, the month that begins next week and marks the New Year. That is what we miss this Shabbat. The Shabbat prior to Tishre comes and goes without the ceremony announcing it.
The Baal Shem Tov explained the anomaly this way: “For the month that starts the New Year, God says the requisite blessing on the preceding Shabbat. By virtue of that divine act, we are empowered to bless the other months that follow.” At first glance it might also seem that we normally announce the month just so people will not forget to observe it when it comes, a reasonable fear given the fact that people owned no wall calendars in days of old. Going to synagogue on Shabbat was, among other things, a way to know when the new moon was expected and thus a way to assure yourself that you would not miss it. It kept one connected to the cycle of Jewish life, to the yearly calendar of seasons and experiences.
And more was involved than a mere announcement. Judaism associates different feeling tones with different months. Adar, for instance, which contains the merry festival of Purim, is associated with happiness. “When Adar arrives,” goes the saying, “celebration increases.” Hearing that Adar is about to arrive allows you to prepare yourself psychologically to adopt an apt Adar perspective — to look at the bright side of life and to anticipate that maybe you too might be visited by unexpected pleasures. Similarly, Av the month when both the Temples were destroyed signifies sorrow and provides the opportunity to come to terms with the lamentable side of human nature: war, persecution and suffering.
Tishre, too, has its peculiar quality. It is the beginning of the Jewish year. Its New Moon day is also the New Year day. Thus, Tishre evokes introspection, penitence and seriousness, even foreboding. Tradition provides considerable opportunity for appropriate spiritual preparation: the Shofar is blown daily during the previous month of Elul. Then just like this past week, Selichot services are held on a Saturday night just prior to Tishre’s arrival. There is really no need, therefore, to announce the new month for which everyone is already preparing. But more than that, tradition has considered it inappropriate to herald Tishre with the normal prayer for a happy, healthy month, lest we get the impression that this is just an ordinary month coming up, a month like all the rest, which it clearly is not.
Instead, it is as if history could stop at the close of this month; as if the world might come to an end if we do not come to terms with our transgressions; as if all bets are off until that final Shofar blast at Yom Kippur’s conclusion. This is the time of uncertainty, of dropping all pretenses that we are in charge of things, of considering how tenuous life really is and to answer the hard questions of our conscience and of God.
This Shabbat should remind us that we cannot hope and expect to go endlessly through life bestowing unlimited blessing on those we love. We have the right to get tired, we will sometimes fail, and we do need help. This Shabbat’s blessing, which we are not empowered to pronounce, underscores that message. Sometimes we are dependent on HaShem to do what we cannot. Millions are in recovery programs, admitting they have to “let go” and let HaShem in. Millions more would do anything to cure a child of leukemia, to bring back a teenage runaway, to save a marriage and there may be nothing they can do.
So we pass up the opportunity to announce Tishre. This month, we may not simply pray for happiness; rather, we must earn it, or at least earn the right to it, by examining our faults and making amends.
If all this sounds ominous, it is. We moderns have lost our appreciation of the ominous because we have largely escaped from the uncertainties built into living a life dependent on the natural flow of time. We prefer to tie winter to skiing trips, summer to vacations, spring to housecleaning and autumn to a new school year – all very interesting social institutions, no doubt, but hardly as substantial as ties experienced by people who are unshielded from nature’s idiosyncrasies. For many, winter is a time for freezing, summer for smoldering, autumn for hurricanes and spring for rain without which we starve.
The day Jews began moving to cities, they also lost the intrinsic connection between time and nature. In its place, however, they erected a web of meaning linking time to the human predicament: Adar to happiness, Av to sadness and Tishre to the foreboding uncertainty that is the very essence of our humanity.
We are here today and gone tomorrow. This Shabbat, having been denied the optimistic announcement of a new month’s dawning, we should think of more than just the World Series and the football season. Tishre tells us to come to terms with those we love and with God above, for we cannot guarantee that the breath we draw today will not be out last.
We cannot bless this month. We can only hope that we will be considered favorably in judgment and granted a new lease on life. It is HaShem’s place to begin but hopefully ours to finish the special task of blessing our months and sanctifying our time. May we only be worthy of such support.
In my own life, this past year has been a monumental challenge. A leg amputation and a series debilitating illnesses have been a great Nisayon (Divine ordeal) that drained me physically and spiritually. So many times I felt like giving up and yet during moments of lucidity I knew that HaShem was still providing me with the means to overcome my despair and loneliness. Between His grace and some wonderful love and encouragement from family and very special friends I’ve lived to see a great turnaround and blessing. This past week, the last week in the year 5772 has marked an unbelievable reversal. On Monday I started walking for the first time in a year and have progressed at a profound rate, today I even climbed up 40 steps and came down successfully but totally exhausted. HaShem works K’Heref Ayin – in the blink of an eye.
For me, the month of Tishre and the year 5773 heralds HaShem’s divine blessing for health, prosperity and above all hope.
Shabbat Shalom and Shana Tovah,
Reb Yosil