Saturday, May 21, 2016

שבת שלום! pt. 2

   Last night was yet another life-changing experience for me here on EIE. Our last Kabbalat Shabbat service was held on Tel Tzuba (this really cool mountain thing with ruins of old civilization), and guess who led the service. Yeah, you're right, it was me, along with two of my closest friends, Jenna and Amber. I have to say that this service was the most sentimental service of all, not just because it was the first service I had ever led, but also because it was the last Kabbalat Shabbat service I would ever participate in on EIE. I think the most heartwarming moment, other than when a few people started to cry when we sang "Sweet Mother," was when we were singing the Barchu. As we all turned around to face Jerusalem, I had the realization that I was not just facing in the direction of Jerusalem, but I was actually looking right at Jerusalem. And I just thought it was so utterly amazing that I was eye-to-eye with the place that is most holy to Judaism, that is most holy to my people. I never had that feeling before, and I guess it is bittersweet that the moment I did was the last moment I would be able to feel that (at least until a few years from now when I return to Israel).
   In just five days, I will be walking onto the plane that will forcibly take us all back to the JFK airport in New York. In just five days, I will be returning to my other home in America. In just five days, I will be leaving the most welcoming, uplifting, incredibly extraordinary community that I have ever been a part of. In just five days, I will be leaving my EIE family. But it will all be okay, right? That's what we've been telling each other over and over. It will be okay because we are never going to let our friendships die and we have made unforgettable memories. I know that I have changed for the better on this journey and I will let my memories and the lessons I've learned guide me for the rest of my life. Thank you NFTY-EIE for making this trip the experience of a lifetime, I will remember it forever.







Monday, May 9, 2016

What Does it Mean to be a Part of אם ישראל (the people of Israel)?

Throughout this entire semester, my Jewish history teacher has asked our class the same question over and over again: "What does it mean to be a part of am Yisrael (aka the people of Israel/the Jewish people)?" However, every time he asks us this question he phrases it in a different way. In other words, each discussion we have always relates back to the Jewish people and our role in the issue or how we should act in certain situations. For example, in the very beginning of the semester when we were learning about the people, the laws, and the land of Israel, Aaron (our teacher) asked us what aspects of Chalachah (Jewish Law) should be required for reform Jews to follow. Basically, he asked us which laws are important and which laws are not important, and why we don't need to strictly follow Chalachah like Orthodox Jews do, but can still consider ourselves Jewish. Until I was asked this question, I had never thought about it at all. Then I grew a little concerned because for my entire life I had always called myself a Jew, but in that moment I could not even give my Jewish History teacher a straight-forward answer about what exactly makes me Jewish. At first I began to argue that as long as you do something that relates to Chalachah then you are Jewish. But, of course, Aaron countered my statement by saying, "so if some random person, for example, doesn't drive on Shabbat does that make him/her Jewish?" And I replied with, "of course not!" But wasn't that what I just said? Ever since that very first week in class I have been questioning my Jewish identity and I have been trying to think of more things I can do around my Jewish community in order to confidently say that I am a practicing Jew.
However, I have come a long way since that very first week of Jewish History class. If someone were to ask me right now what it meant to be a part of אם ישראל I would answer with this:

To be Jewish is to love your community. To be Jewish is to give back to society. To be Jewish is to learn Hebrew. To be Jewish is to have a Bar/Bat Mitzvah and to read from the Torah at least once in your life. To be Jewish is to know the difference between the Temple and a synagogue. To be Jewish is to know that a menorah is actually called a Channukiah and that a menorah has nothing to do with Hanukkah. To be Jewish is to go to Israel and learn about the history of our people. To be Jewish is to witness with our own eyes the places in which six million of our ancestors were stripped of their identities and murdered. To be Jewish is to prevent the Torah that was smuggled into the Women's side of the Kotel from being ripped out of Women of the Wall's hands. To be Jewish is to educate those who are not educated on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and to long for peace between them. To be Jewish is to experience the utterly amazing culture of Israel.

Believe it or not, there are many more things that are meaningful to my Jewish identity, but I'm sure no one would want to read a list of four months worth of newly gained knowledge about how I identify with Judaism. So I'll just leave you all with that. That right there is what it means, to me at least, to be a part of אם ישראל.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Sunday School Nostalgia

   On Sunday, my beit sefer class of preschoolers, kindergarteners, first and second graders had their closing ceremony at our temple: Congregation Beth Jacob. I began teaching last year when the former teacher, Sheila Finer, grew ill with cancer and unfortunately passed away. Before she resigned as a teacher, she asked me to take her place and continue to teach the children that I had helped her and other teachers in the Congregation with. I was more than happy to accept her offer, but I knew that it was a bad sign that she could no longer teach the class herself. When Sheila passed away I made it a top priority to follow in her footsteps and teach her class every Sunday while making her students feel as comfortable as possible with their brand new teacher.
   Since my first day as a Sunday School teacher I have developed that greatest relationship with my students and I miss them a lot. I miss seeing the smiles on their faces when the littlest things excite them, and I miss seeing the light appear in their eyes when they've made a connection to the lesson they're learning. Thanks to my mom and Ashley (my little sister) each student made me an "I miss you" card. When they and Erica (my older sister) came to visit me, they brought the cards and I was completely surprised. Each student created their own unique drawing or wrote a letter and each card put a huge smile on my face. I was so glad to know that they were thinking about me and miss me, and I'm more excited than ever to return home and see each and every one of them.
   Part of me wishes I was home to see my students on their last day, but the other part of me loves it here on EIE. I know that when I get home I'll have a lot to offer for next year's curriculum and I'm eager to share my new knowledge with the Temple Board and pass it on to all my students.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Yam L'Yam (Sea to Sea)

WE'RE HOME!!!! Home as in Kibbutz Tzuba that is. We arrived home around 11:30 p.m. last night after a weekend in the north on Kibbutz Hannaton. The kibbutz was our place of relaxation after the longest and most physically difficult week of EIE: Yam L'Yam, aka Sea to Sea. Last week on Sunday morning we all packed up our things and got on the bus to drive to the Kineret (Sea of Galilee) where our five-day hike began. The first day was a breeze because all we did was hike through a super cool and mystical-looking stream that led to the Kineret before we headed to our first camp site. I have to say that my two favorite days of this hike were the first and the last, mainly because neither consisted of much walking at all...but that's okay because the other days weren't too terrible. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were all similarly scheduled: we woke up at 6:30 a.m., we hiked for about an hour, we cooked our own breakfast, we hiked for a couple more hours, we stopped again to cook our own lunch, we hiked some more, and we finally made it to the campsite where dinner was cooked for us.

But on the last day of the hike there was no hiking involved at all, we all biked 20km to the Mediterranean Sea. The moment we all saw the ocean in front of us with its enormous waves and the welcoming beach was the moment we knew we had accomplished what made getting thousands of blisters and mini cacti stuck in all our belongings worth it. Although the hike was long and sometimes seemed unbearable, in the end it felt like I could achieve any goal I set my mind too. After all, I had just walked across the entire country hadn't I? Being able to say that I did such a thing brings me a tremendous sense of pride and triumph, however I don't think I can honestly say that I would want to do it again. Overall, I'm more than glad that I got to adventure on this rewarding hike with the people I love most in the land that I consider home.