How do you look past differences?
How do you see past what drives you crazy about a person and see them only for their soul?
What if their soul seems so different than your soul?
How do you recognize the human in a stereotype?
How do you truly, genuinely and honestly, love your fellow Jew as yourself?
How do we unite? What does it mean to be united?
Why do we have so many differences?
On a day that is officially marked for mourning, I wonder what it means to mourn with my brethren. Mourning is so very personal, so very private, but today my nation is mourning. And I don’t know how to mourn with them.
For I don’t feel as if we are a nation.
We are spread so far across the globe, but more we are spread across a ocean of misunderstanding.
We are so many people – how can we expect to love each other?
We are the largest family in the world, yet we can’t even agree where our home is. Or who our father is. Or if we have one.
How can I expect to be united with those I have only one thing in common with?
We can’t understand each other, we mock each other, we assume that others are less than because of the way they interpreted the Torah.
I am guilty of it. So guilty. I look at others with a judging eye, I have the hardest time seeing people’s souls.
Those who use religion as an invisibility cloak, hoping it will hide their heinous acts. Those who believe all religion is a farce and that all those who practice it are naive. These people are my family, yet I can’t bear to look them in the eye.
So tell me, how do I correct what has been going wrong for so long?
How do I unite in practicality, not just in poetic words?
How do I love my fellow as much as I love myself, as much as I love my flesh-and-blood family?
For while I can see past my families faults and still love them, I can not seem to feel that same love for every Jew.
While I can look into myself and forgive myself for my deep flaws, I am unable to look at my fellow Jew and forgive them for theirs.
I want to be loving, I want to be kind, I want to be able to be blind to the differences that are blatantly in our faces.
Perhaps that is the biggest tragedy of all in my Tisha Ba’av. As I hear and know that what brought about the destruction of the temple was this inability to love, I am still unable to rectify it thousands of years later.
Today, I struggle to mourn the destruction of the temple. But I do not struggle to mourn the destruction of our nation. What started then has continued to spiral, our differences becoming more and more apparent to us, our ability to love our fellow Jew becoming more and more difficult.
Just 72 years after we lost 6 million Jews, of all sects and beliefs, we are still unable to see each other for what the nazis saw. This Tisha Ba’av, I yearn to look out into the world and see every single one of my brothers and sisters for who they are. Discarding my opinions on how they lead their lives, just who they are inside:
A Jew, plain and simple.
Because I don’t want to mourn alone anymore.
Interesting. I was listening to a Shiur on how Tisha B’av is a time when we may focus on things we may have done to cause our distance from Hashem and this. The themes in this post resonate similarly. When we are distant from one another it’s like a double whammy because there’s some closeness to Hashem that is lost when we are not close with one another. Practically speaking, when there’s someone who is getting on my nerves, I try to focus on an attribute (it is there in there somewhere, I promise!) that I admire about the person and then look for an example of it whenever I see that person.
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That’s a great tool to use. I’ll have to work on it!
Fantastically written 👌🏼 Amazing how you took a feeling I had and put it into words.
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Well thank you! Now how are we going to become people who love without judgment?