A JTS Shabbat
December 8, 2008
Shabbat
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By JanetheWriter
Last Friday evening, my longtime friend, Jeanne, arrived at Penn Station for an overnight visit with me. Before we could poke around in SoHo, though, or begin to catch up on each other's lives, we headed uptown for Shabbat dinner with her son, Jeremy, a rabbinical student at the Jewish Theological Seminary. Along the way, Jeanne told me that JTS students are required to be shomer shabbos. Before we entered the building on Broadway, therefore, I shut off my cell phone.
Once inside, we climbed two flights to Jeremy's living space and, after a quick tour, climbed an additional flight to the Rabbinical Students' Lounge, where a long table had been set for nine, and a number of his friends had gathered. After brief introductions all around and blessings over wine and challah, we enjoyed a traditional Shabbat dinner -- chicken, rice, vegetables and salad, all prepared by Jeremy, following his Friday classes. Over dinner and beyond, the students -- some in the rabbinic program, others in the graduate program -- engaged in lively discussion and debate prompted by two particular teachers, Dr. Neil Gillman and Rabbi Joel Roth.
Although I followed only a few threads of the philosophical and intellectual discourse, I picked up enough to sense that among some within this group there existed deep disdain for Reform Judaism and its dismissal of halacha. Nonetheless, I disclosed to Aviva, the young woman across the table from me, from whence I came, and she in turn told me that she works part-time at Congregation Rodeph Sholom, and was surprised at how "traditional" a congregation she's found it to be. She further disclosed that she "can't do the imahot," and we chatted about the wide spectrum that is Reform Judaism, the autonomy of individual congregations, and the trend toward more traditional practice within the Movement. As is often the case, I was proud to be a Reform Jew.
Following dinner we "benched" - the familiar birkat ha-Mazon sandwiched (no pun intended) between seemingly endless text and melodies that were wholly unknown to me. I found it nearly impossible to keep up without losing my place in the bencher despite a transliteration of the prayers. Not since early in my first semester of college, when I attended a kabbalat Shabbat service sponsored by Hillel at Lafayette, had I felt such a blush of shame at my Jewish illiteracy. And yet, my sense of having entered sacred time was palpable. There was no urgency, no rushing, no gotta-get-it-done frenzy. Rather, a joyful calm filled the lounge and all of us in it.
As Jeanne and I made our way back to the subway a short while later, I pulled out my cell phone. Ready to turn it back on, I remembered the lounge -- and that joyful calm - and, still off, put it back into my bag. Whatever messages it contained could certainly wait until the morning.
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Jane, you have no reason to be ashamed for not knowing the ritual for some other religious denomination. I have enjoyed many Friday night dinners as a guest at the homes of Conservative and Orthodox friends, or at their synagogues. Of course, I have also gone to countless dinners at the home of Christian friends. Each of them have their own rituals and prayers as we have ours. We are all responsible to live by the standards we adopt and to allow our neighbors to do the same. No one should expect any more or any less.
I am a little surprised that they didn't use cell phones on the Sabbath. I have known Orthodox Jews who didn't use the phone on the Sabbath, but not Conservative Jews that I recall.