In a conversation with friends about the Shabbat initiative,
David Singer noted this sentiment:
It's a nice idea, this Shabbat thing, but unrealistic - what with work and society how it is.
"But then the man in the corner chimes in," David writes, "the man who just spent a
semester of his own studying in Israel. He keeps Shabbat now, he says.
It's about friends and community and stopping and resting. Everyone
agrees. If only, they say, we could refocus Jewish life on connections
and people and real meaning, Shabbat would easily follow...
I wonder why it seems to people that Shabbat is so impossible to make real. It doesn't work here in America. Sure, in Israel you can do it, but, here? No way.
But I've seen it work - every week! Ha! They're so wrong! Jews make
Shabbat come alive all the time in far corners of this western prairy.
And so does that man in the corner, and so do so many others...
It's a
question of what we want to do with Torah. Is it a nice book of
parables, or is it something tangible, something real, that I can feel
and touch and hold? Lo bashamayim hi! It is not in the heavens! No, it is here, and now, and waiting to be held, Moses so carefully reminds us.
And he was so right. But it's only here on earth if we make it so. And
it takes a lot of hard work and patience to do that. And it takes
listening - listening through long dinners and appreciating people
where they are.
We're all at the starting line, each one of us, just waiting for someone to blow the whistle telling us it's OK to go."
So far, David has received the following comments to his post:
Since we moved to downtown Washington, DC, observing shabbat has become easier for us. We leave the house early for Torah Study and Shacharit services at Beth El Hebrew in Alexandria, VA (only a 15-20 minute car ride way). Upon returning, our car remains in the garage almost always unused until shabbat ends. After lunch, we take long walks down Embassy Row with our Jack Russell Terrier, Sabra. When we return home, we read and relax until shabbat ends--which is much easier in the winter. I avoid going on my computer or PDA after hearing a sermon at our synagogue by a former assistant rabbi.
I no longer miss all of those Saturday events and cleanups sponsored by well-meaning environmental and civic groups I used to dutifully attend when I lived in the Northern Virginia suburbs of DC. I know they would generally never schedule them on the Christian Sabbath. Being able to observe shabbat in a relaxing manner has been one of the big bonuses of living downtown. After sundown, I am ready, once again, to the face the world. Thanks to our tradition, I have been rebooted.