For the past month, my husband and I attended a series of
classes offered by Sulam Yaakov and
hosted by the amazing Pomerantz
Bookstore in downtown Jerusalem (a true treasure in the city). The class
focused on a number of things but was ultimately geared toward providing a
framework for understanding and gleaning meaning out of the Three
Weeks and Tish Ba’Av.
I am unable to give over the entire series and every aspect
of what we learned- way too much for a blog but also for someone who is not a
teacher. But I want to write about one idea which I found to be super pertinent
and which resonated with me very strongly: the idea of exile and redemption, of
galut and geulah.
I guess I had never thought too much about it before, but
the Rav framed it in a way that made a lot of sense. One cannot understand
darkness until he has seen light. There is no sense of alienation, without a
sense of self (otherwise, in the words of our teacher- veering away from a core
identity is just personal growth).
Likewise, galut (exile) was not fully understood by Bnei Yisrael until they
came back home. In fact, no one conceived of what was happening as exile, until
after they had returned to Eretz Yisrael and were able to look back at that
period of our history; they were able to label it retroactively as galut. It
was not while it was occurring that Bnei Yisrael drew meaning from the process;
exile informed our national identity and indeed our national narrative once we
had come back to our land, once we were redeemed.
This idea sort of blew my mind a little bit. Bnei Yisrael
had to understand what they had gone through within the larger context while it
was actually happening and then again, perhaps differently, after it had
happened. It’s like living your life, and then later on, as an adult, showing a
photo album to your children from your own childhood. Looking back on certain
experiences and particular events - it’s like two different realities. The one
you lived and then the one you remember. Who’s to say one is less valid than
the other? But most certainly the two will differ. Sometimes when you look at an old photo- you
know it’s true because you can see yourself right there, but you have no
recollection of that birthday party of that school play. Or worse, you thought
you had been through an experience alone and then you see a picture of your
brother and cousin right next to you. The reality you now know to be true is
not the one you remembered all this time.
So where am I going with all this? Today is Tisha Ba’Av- the
day we are supposed to remember and mourn as a day of desolation, destruction, and
despair. A day when our people’s history has again and again been met with
utter chaos and hopelessness: negative reports, military defeats, uprisings
crushed, fires and destruction, idolatry, inquisitions, bombings- a day when over and
over we recollect events and moments in our national narrative which defined
our trajectory and characterized our fears.
But what if we are not looking at the photo album? What if
we are still living it? What if every generation is still, continually, adding new meaning and perspective to the photo? What if our perspective is still, after all this time,
limited? What if we have yet to discover our larger context? Perhaps, this is the reason why Tisha Ba'Av was set down for us to revisit each and every year.
We are taught that the era of our redemption is closer now
than ever before (there is a bit of philosophical and mathematical humor to
this statement). From Russia and the pale of settlement, through Western Europe
and across the globe- the spark which set flame to the revitalization of Jewish national aspiration was kindled. Zionism was reborn, the State was established,
waves of Jews came home, we built up the land, we set down laws and set up
Hebrew Government (albeit an imperfect one), we brought home millions of Jews
from around the globe, we made the desert bloom once more and the city of
Jerusalem is once again inhabited by her people. We have come home, we are
continuing to come home. We are building and are built by the land and still it
goes on...
Jewish memory is not stagnant, rather, it is a dynamic cycle
of experience. At this moment in our collective memory, Tisha Ba’Av is a sad
day. But I have faith in tomorrow. Our sages teach that when the final
redemption comes, this will be a day of great joy, a glorious new dawn. We
should understand Tisha Ba’Av as more than a day to mark our darkest hour(s)- but
as a day when, in the future (BH the very near future) our perspective will
allow us to see the full meaning and
beauty of our purpose and mission in this world.
Some heavy stuff to think about, and a very goofy video to lend meaning to some ideas I have attempted to describe ;) . And so to all of Am Yisrael- I wish an easy, and meaningful fast on this Tisha Ba'Av. May it be our last as a day of mourning.