Thursday, February 19, 2015

A Place for G-d to Dwell: A Drash for Parashat Terumah, Friday 20 February 2015

This week’s Torah portion, Terumah, has been near and dear to my heart for a long time.  In the school year 1991-1992, I was in my first year of rabbinical seminary, in Israel.  One hoop we rabbinical students had to jump through, was to prepare a drash, a sermonette, on one weekly Torah portion and deliver it in the college synagogue during a weekday morning service.  My assigned portion was Terumah. 
          Looking back not long afterward, the assignment seemed rather silly; we were to prepare a homily before we’d ever been taught homiletics.  And to comment on a Torah portion before ever being schooled in commentaries.  Of course now, with the passage of many years, it is possible to see different dimensions to it.  Perhaps we were supposed to experience the process in order to internalise the lesson that it wasn’t quite so simple.  But regardless of the thinking behind the assignment, there is an incontrovertible truth.  And that is that each year, when Terumah is the weekly portion, I smile to myself about the experience.  And I prepare a drash on Terumah that pretty much says the same thing that I said on that morning in the seminary synagogue, all those years ago.  And I pray that my accumulated experience has enabled me to deliver The Message in a way that is more coherent.
          The reading opens with the Israelites being instructed to bring to Hashem gifts of various materials, as their hearts might move them.  They were to bring gold, silver, and copper.  Blue, purple, and crimson yarns.  Fine linen and goat’s hair.  Ram and dolphin skins.  Acacia wood, oil, and spices.  Various precious stones.  And the purpose of all these material gifts?  Let them make Me a sanctuary, that I might dwell amongst them.
          It is easy to read this as saying that, absent the sanctuary that would result from the use of all these material gifts, Hashem would have no place to dwell.  But that would counter the message conveyed in Psalm 24:  The earth of the Lord’s and the fullness therein.  This sentiment echoes throughout the Psalms; just read your way through the selected chapters of that book that comprise the preliminaries to the Shabbat evening or morning service.  And then, in the 23rd Chapter of Jeremiah, Hashem declares:  Do I not fill heaven and earth?
          With all this, how else might we understand the verse, Let them make Me a sanctuary, that I might dwell amongst them?  Well, for one thing, we might read betocham, often translated amongst them, differently.  The word could easily be translated, inside them.  As in, in their hearts.  Viewed this way, the sanctuary’s purpose is not to provide a dwelling-place for Hashem.  Rather, it is to create a visible sign of His presence, so that we would allow Him to dwell within us.
          Most of my life, I was an iconoclast.  The word has its origin in early Christians who fought against the use of icons, or religious imagery, to depict G-d.  In general use today, it means someone who minimises the importance of visual symbols.  But over the years, experiences have taught me that symbols are powerful and not to be pooh-poohed.
          The day that I suggested to my colleagues on a multi-faith chaplain staff that their insistence on erecting a Christmas tree and other Christmas decorations in the chapel was silly, I began to understand this.  My basic argument was sound:  if it was truly a multi-faith chapel, then to decorate it gaudily for one group’s holiday was not appropriate.  But he way that it came out of my mouth, suggesting that my colleagues’ communities’ attachment to these symbols to the point that they would not be able to worship absent them was silly, was simply wrong.  Wrong, because it did not take into account the power of these symbols.
          Symbols are powerful.  They are the visible signs of things that cannot be seen, that are beyond seeing.  We cannot see Hashem.  But when we go out of our way to erect a sanctuary to Him, we create something that we can see, and touch.  And when we see and touch that something, we feel as if we are seeing and touching Hashem Himself.
          If that is so, then why do these visible symbols not bring out the best in us?  Why is it that, when we’re in the sanctuary, or in the building that serves as a sanctuary, that we’re probably as likely to indulge in gossip, or engage in nasty interactions, as we would elsewhere?
          It’s not an easy question to answer.  Perhaps it is because, in our heart of hearts, many of us simply to not believe that Hashem is real or cares.  Even in the place dedicated particularly to invoking G-d’s presence, we choose to behave in ways that the Torah forbids.  Ways that are absolutely intuitive, even if we are not personally so familiar with the details of what the Torah teaches.
          So does that call into question the enterprise of building ‘sanctuaries’ as symbols of G-d’s Presence?  No, I don’t think so.  But when we focus only on the brick-and-mortar type of ‘sanctuary,’ we limit the totality of what a ‘sanctuary’ might be.
          It might be – and in fact I would argue so – that the ultimate sanctuary for Hashem to be present, is within us.  And when we snipe at one another, or defame one another, or engage in striving with one another whose sole purpose can only be seen as wanting to lord it over to one another?  Then we make it impossible for Hashem to dwell among us.  This, no matter how much we will have collectively donated for the erection of edifices to remind us of G-d’s Presence.
          In reality, that’s why you, who are listening to me speak these words tonight, are here in this room, and not in temple you-know-what.  You saw that as an empty edifice, as a place full of symbols representing G-d’s reality, but where G-d is not allowed to dwell.  Because He does not dwell in the hearts of the people leading that congregation.  Instead of a shell serving to preserve one of the sparks of G-d’s light, that place proved to be an empty shell.

          Often, as I’ve attested to you from my own experience, the notions we hold prove to be wrong.  When they are, it takes a certain honesty and maturity to admit it to oneself and to change one’s mind.  But sometimes we’re correct from the start.  In those cases, the honesty and maturity that we exercise, helps us to articulate those truths more and more coherently with the passage of time.  Shabbat shalom. 

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