A Goyish Murfin Verse Take on Yom Kippur and UU Appropriation Again

 

Note—While many of my Jewish friends have liked and shared this post in the past, at least a couple have said it was hurtful and disrespectful.  I acknowledge those feelings and apologize for offense taken.   More of my own UUs have taken offense.  General feedback has been overwhelmingly positive, however.  Feel free to let me know what you think.  Also of note my Tree of Life UU Congregation welcomed the McHenry County Jewish Congregation to share our building in McHenry, Illinois and they will be moving with us to a new shared worship space to be announced soon.  I also have had a long time relationship with their Rabbi Maralee Gordon, a frequent guest in the pulpit in recent years.  She does not necessarily endorse the sentiment here or how I expressed it.

This poem has appeared on this blog  many times for Yom Kippur.  I guess that this makes it an official tradition. It was inspired not only by my genuine admiration for the Holy Day, but by an ongoing controversy in my own Unitarian Universalist faith.  For many years UUs have gone blithely on incorporating snatches of prayers, ritual, and tradition from other religions into our own worship.  We do it mostly in good faith claiming “The Living Tradition which we share draws from many sources…”

 

The Jewish window from the nine faith traditions that inspire Unitarian Universalist series designed by Pam Lopatin and now on display in the Tree of Life UU Congregation in McHenry, Illinois. 

But a few years ago we began hearing grief from Native Americans for adopting willy-nilly rituals and prayers which we don’t fully understand and take out of context, many of which, frankly, turned out to be New Age touchy-feely faux traditions.  And from African-Americans for Kwanza being widely celebrated is in almost all-white UU Sunday Schools.

Being UU’s, many of us were stung that our well-meaning gestures were not gratefully accepted as a sort of homage.  Others busily set themselves up to the task of wiping the scourge of cultural appropriation from our midst, preferably with a judicious dollop of self-flagellation with knotted whips—oops! Stole that one from 4th Century monks…No, what they did was form committees and commissions to issue long, high minded reports to be translated into deep retreats.  Seminary training was amended for proper sensitivity, and scolding monitors were appointed to detect insufficient rigor in rooting out the offense at General Assemblies and meetings.

 

In 2020 the UU Church of Worcester in Massachusetts, the cradle church of Universalism in the U.S., celebrated Yom Kippur.  Many cultural, ethnic, and secularized Jews belong to UU congregations which also welcome many interfaith families.  Some Jews belong to both local synagogues and UU congregations.  Ministers frequently include elements of Jewish worship even in congregations with few Jewish members. 

In that spirit I offer you my poem. 

And, yeah, I may also have been reading a lot of Carl Sandburg when I wrote this.  Think it shows?

Cultural Appropriation

 

See, the Jews have this thing.

 

Yahweh, or whatever they call their Sky God,

            keeps a list like Santa Claus.

 

You know, who’s been naughty and nice.

 

But before He puts it in your Permanent Record

            and doles out the lumps of coal

            He gives you one more chance

            to set things straight.

 

So to get ready for this one day of the year—

            they call it Yom Kippur

            but it’s hard to pin down because

            it wanders around the fall calendar

            like an orphan pup looking for its ma—

the Jews run around saying they are sorry 

            to everyone they screwed over last year

            and even to those whose toes

            they stepped on by accident.

 

The trick is, they gotta really mean it.

           

None of this “I’m sorry if my words offended” crap,

            that won’t cut no ice with the Great Jehovah.

            And they gotta, you know, make amends,

            do something, anything, to make things right

            even if it’s kind of a pain in the ass.

 

Then the Jews all go to Temple—

             even the ones who never set foot in it

             the whole rest of the year

             and those who think that,

             when you get right down to it,

             that this Yahweh business is pretty iffy—

             and they tell Him all about it.

 

First a guy with a big voice sings something.

                       

And then they pray—man do they ever pray,

              for hours in a language that sounds

              like gargling nails

              that most of ‘em don’t even savvy.

 

A guy blows an old ram’s horn,         

            maybe to celebrate, I don’t know

 

When it’s all over, they get up and go home

             feeling kind of fresh and new. 

 

If they did it right that old list

was run through the celestial shredder.

 

Then next week, they can go out

            and start screwing up again.

 

It sounds like a sweet deal to me.

 

Look, I’m not much of one for hours in the Temple—

            an hour on Sunday morning

when the choir sings sweet

is more than enough for me, thank you.

 

And I have my serious doubts about this

            Old Man in the Sky crap.

 

But this idea of being sorry and meaning it

of fixing things up that I broke

            and starting fresh

            has legs.

 

I think I’ll swipe it.

 

I’ll start right now.

 

To my wife Kathy—

            I’m sorry for being such

            a crabby dickhead most of the time…

 

Anybody got a horn?

 

—Patrick Murfin

 

 

Rosh Hashanah—Sounding the Shofar for New Year 5788

 

Tonight is the first evening of Rosh Hashanah which begins at sundown.  For Jews it is Yom Teruah, the Day of Shouting (or Blasting) which marks the first of the High Holy Days as well as the start of the New Year.  It falls on the first day of Tishrei, the seventh month of the ecclesiastical year that began with Passover in the Spring and represents the first of the civil year.  This year it ushers in 5788 on the Hebrew calendar.

It is a joyous celebration filled with the hope of a brand new year and is celebrated at synagogue services highlighted by the blowing of the shofar, a hollowed-out ram’s horn, as proscribed in Leviticus to “raise a noise” on Yom Teruah.   It is also it is also a symbolic wake-up call, stirring Jews to mend their ways and repent and begins a period of preparing for Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement.  Poems called piyyutim are added to the regular services and a special prayer book, the mahzor, is used on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.  A number of additions are made to the regular service, most notably an extended repetition of the Amidah, the central prayer of the Jewish liturgy. The Shofar is blown during Mussaf at several intervals a total of 100 times.  

 

This 1904 Austrian greeting card depicts the traditional blowing of the shofar during a Rosh Hashanah service.   

A Rosh Hashanah seder is offered by many communities but reflecting the years of exile and repression when many Jews could not openly worship at the Temple in Jerusalem or in Rabbinic synagogues, there are also rituals for the home and family including ritual foods especially apples dipped in honey to symbolize a sweet new year.  Depending on customs and traditions, other foods are also included.  Among the Ashkenazi Jews who make up most of American Judaism the ritual plate may also include dates, pomegranates, black-eyed peas, pumpkin-filled pastries called rodanchas, leek fritters called keftedes de prasa; beets and a whole fish with its head intact. It is also common to eat stuffed vegetables called legumbres yaprakes.  Wine accompanies the blessing.

 

                              Items that might be found on a Rosh Hashanah plate.

Details and customs vary depending on the origins of communities in Europe, the Mediterranean, or the Mid-East.  And also between Orthodox, Conservative, and Reform congregations.  Many entirely secular Jews still observe some of the traditions culturally.

To my many Jewish friends L’shanah Tovah no matter how you keep the day.