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Monday, October 25, 2010

A Five-Part Poem on the BInding of Isaac

This was the Torah reading for this past Shabbat.  Plus I published this last year. But I couldn't think of anything that spoke to me more, so I decided to share it again. 

If you want to print it up, please email at mindfultorah@gmail.com and I'll send it to you in a different format.  The way it's written here it will take up way too many pages.

B'shalom,
Steven

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This week's parashah/portion is Va'yera (Bereshit/Genesis 18:1 – 22:26). In this parashah we read of the Akeidah, or binding, of Isaac/Yitzhak. After casting out his son Ishmael and his mother Hagar earlier in the chapter, Abraham is commanded by God to sacrifice Isaac. He takes Isaac, along with 2 servant boys, to Mt. Moriah. Leaving the two servants at the foot of the mountain, Abraham and Isaac ascend to the summit. There, Isaac, whom the rabbis claim was 37 years old, allows himself to be bound to the altar in order to be sacrificed. At the moment when Abraham raises the knife, an angel of God calls out to him to stop and instructs him to instead sacrifice a ram that God has provided and who is stuck in a thicket by his horns.

Abraham unties Isaac and then sacrifices the ram. There is no mention of Isaac when this sacrifice takes place and the Torah says that Abraham and his servants return to Beersheba alone – without Isaac. Abraham and Isaac never see each other again. The next time Isaac sees his father is when he and Ishmael reunite in order to bury him.

Throughout this narrative, Sarah is never mentioned. We have no idea if she was even aware of what was happening. However, the next parashah begins with Sarah's death. For that reason the rabbis connected Sarah's death to the Akeidah, surmising in some commentaries, that her belief that Yitzhak had been killed (or joy over the fact when she found out that he had not) caused her death.

The following are four poems that I have written in the voices of Isaac, Sarah, Abraham and God. Then I have followed this with my personal reaction to this story of terror.

Due to the fact that blogspot will only publish in one column (I usually format it in 2 columns) this post is extremely long. But I did not want to separate the poems from one another. I hope you enjoy and learn from them. I would LOVE for you to post or write to me with your thought or reactions.

Shabbat Shalom,

Steven

PS I also use specific spacing and margins when writing my poems, but blogspots shifts everything so that it is left justified and I can't seem to do anything about it.

I. Bound Faith

Yitzhak
my name
Yitzhak
a verb
he shall laugh
but I cannot laugh
the name itself is a cruel joke
perhaps
they made a mistake
maybe
it should have been Yitz'ak
he shall cry out
no even that is not right
for I am not a verb
I do not act
I simply am
I know not
what

let father decide
let mother decide
let God decide
let me decide
now there's something
that makes me laugh
but there is
no one
to hear
I am
alone
I have left
father's house
though I carry it with me
I have left
my birthplace
Perhaps now I can finally be born
I have left
my land - my piece of earth
never really mine

Only one piece of earth truly belongs
to me
the place
where I was bound
the place
where I was willing
to give up
my life
my self
for my father
for his God
my God
the place
where I was prepared
to act
to finally become
a verb
a man
by doing
nothing

inactive action
courageous folly
that place
that time
that moment
I became
human
I became
one
with God father mother brother self everything
I realized
in that moment
I am alone
not alone
not bound
to the altar of fire
bound
to the altar of faith
bound faith
not
blind faith

faith
in the One
who gave me life
upon that altar
at the moment
when I
surrendered
I chose
to act
to do
to make a difference
to live
by allowing my
self
to die

I pray
that I can continue to act
to make
a difference
to become
a blessing

now
I begin
my journey
to the place
not shown to me
to the place
I will find on my own
step by step
perhaps that is the point
each step of the journey is
the destination
the place
the Divine
where we are meant
to be
to live
each place
the end and the beginning
each place
we can bind ourselves
to the One the All Existence

that is the essence of
the sacrifice
the journey
of being
alive


II. A Mother's Trial


why
did I let him go
how
could I not

my son
my only one
whom I love
more than life itself
is no more

I could not
look
I could only
hear
sitting
in my tent
surrounded
by God’s light
afraid
I would fail
the test
rise up
from my place
run to
him
embrace
him
prevent
him
from going
growing
living

I
did not

I
passed the test
I
kept my screams
tears
fear
self
hidden inside
I let
him
leave
alone
with his father
knowing that only one would return


the only way to fulfill God's promise
was to let him go
into the wilderness
from where we came
trusting in God
trusting in Abraham
trusting the voice in my soul
torn from my body
the moment I could no longer
hear his voice
see his face
feel his touch
the moment I realized
he was no longer
mine
as he should not be

perhaps now
he will become
who he was meant
to be
Yitzhak
a child of laughter

I remember
my laughter
when told I would give birth
Abraham's laughter
incredulity or joy or both
Yitzhak's laughter
a memory
a shadow
a childhood long ago cut short
the days before he realized
he was not
to be
like other children
the days before my fear jealousy hatred
masquerading as love
tore away his brother from him
the only one who truly made him feel
not alone

perhaps now he will
laugh again
live again
fulfill the promise
create a people
as numerous as the stars in the sky
the sands on the shore
shining brightly with the faith of
his father
able to shift like
his mother
with ebb and flow
constantly changing impermanence
of a life
built on hopes and dreams
that never turn out
as we imagine

I do not know
I can only pray
this shall come to pass

Now
I am alone
sitting in my tent
only God's light shining above me
that is more than enough
these days have been longer than any other
no
not a day
one night lasting an eternity
the sun remained in hiding
never rising never setting
only the darkness of the last night

in the distance I can see
three figures approach
two nameless servant boys
I do not know
nor do I care to
a man with whom I have shared
what seems 127 life times
bent over with sorrow and age
he too has passed his test


that is all
I see
no one else
that is enough
it is done
nothing more to do
but breathe in
and wait
for God to descend
and take my soulbreath
the part that is not with Yitzhak
back to its source
where it belongs
where one day it will be reunited
with the soul that came into the world through me
and filled me with laughter
joy
life
blessing
and who I pray will now do so for those who are yet to come

I am ready
to die
to be reborn
to wait
to see
what comes next
for him
for me
for him
for us all


III. After the Ram


The slaughter was easier
Than I had imagined
The sacrifice was not
What I had thought
Or was it

I did not need to kill him
Instead
I let die that part of him
Within me

The ram
trapped in the thicket
By its horns
A father
Trapped in the moment
By his fear and joy
A son
Set free at last
By the one
Who had kept him bound
All those years

I saw the ram
I knew what I must do
As if in a dream
I untied the boy
Looked at him
He turned away
I turned my back
Knowing
I would never see him
Again

I took my time
Did not want to turn and see
The inevitable
What I finally saw
Nothing
No one
He was gone

The ram struggled to be free
I struggled to let go
I bound the ram
I saw Yitzhak’s face
I slaughtered the ram
I saw my tears
I burned him on the altar
I saw God’s smile
I turned to return home
I saw Sarah’s scream
And I knew
The journey
Was over
The journey
Had just begun

Yitzhak
May you laugh
I had only to slaughter
A ram
Had only to sacrifice
Our relationship

I had
No choice
But to choose
This path
Now
We are each
On our own journeys
Destinations
Unknown
Yet the same

As I walk down the mountain
To return
To some where
I feel some thing
In my hand

I look down
I see
A horn
A reminder
Of what happened
And what did not
Of my test
And his
And hers

I still have it
Today
I sound it
To remember
That day
That moment
All that I lost then
All that I have now
Soon to be lost
As everything is

After the ram
Nothing was the same
Before the ram
Nothing was different

So it is
Before each moment
After each moment
A life
Continuing
Trial to trial
Sacrifice to sacrifice
Joy to joy
Sorrow to sorrow
Breath to breath
Until it ends
Only to begin
Again

IV. The Trial of God


It is done
Finished
Just begun
Neither both
It continues
Why
did I test
them
me
why
could I
not
have faith
in
my creations
why
did
I
Need
To know
The answer
That remains

Unknown
Even
After the test
Is complete

My children
Showed me
The meaning
Of faith
What meaning
Have I
Shown
Them
The meaning
Of
Testing
Trying
Manipulating
No
I have
Shown them
The meaning
Of
Mercy
Forgiveness
Faith
Trust
In
The
Moment
In which
They each
Chose
What
To do
I
Tested them
Each one
Unique
The test
The subject
The response
Each one
Bears witness
To
faith
in
me
in
the part of me
within them
that is them
in our
relationship
our dependence
our unity
we are
one
I thought
I knew that
then
I realize
I Know that
Now
They
Did not desert me
I
Did not abandon them
In time
Of trial
I tested them
They turned to me
For strength
Though
They knew
I
Was
The source
Of
The suffering
What
Amazing
Creatures
I have made
To be
Separate
Yet
A part
Of me
Of all
We
Are
One
Yes
I know
I have caused pain
Son
Torn from father
Father sacrificing
Relationship with son
Mother
Alone bereft angry confused
Soon to die
To rejoin
Her source
All is
my doing
The family
Torn asunder
Yet not asunder
For within me
Within faith
They are
Have been
Will always be
Together
One
Within me
Perhaps
This is not
A consolation
Now
Perhaps
One day
It will be
Still
I know
I do not
Want
To test
Anymore
Still
I know
I must
Continue
Testing them
Testing me
One
And
The
Same
To remain
Certain
In
The only thing
That is
certain
Permanent
Reliable
Relationship
Me
You
Us
Bound
Together
Eternity
There is
No them
No other
Only
One
That
Is the answer
To the test
The
Divine human
Equation
One
I
Got it right
I believe
They did too
They still do
They always will
If they
We
I
Look within
To the soul
Our soul
And not without
To others
To find
The answer
The truth
Of
One

V. What About Me

Why
Who
What
I do not
Understand
Why
I should
Care to

They are
Foreign
Strange
Unknown

I pity them
Father
Sacrificing son and self
Mother
Sitting in silence
Enabling the plot
Son
Risking all
For what
God
Self-centered
Needing to know
The Truth
Even if
It kills
Them

Leave me alone
I do not want
To know you

Yet
I must
I do
For you are all
Me
I am all
Of you
One

No
I refuse to believe
This Truth

I would not
Sacrifice
For any God

I would not abandon
The miracle child
I never thought
Would be

I would not
Risk my life
To prove
My love

I would not
Ask
The unaskable
Of those
I claim
To
Love
To serve
My needs

Or

Would I
Have I
Will I
Again

Don’t we all

No
I refuse
To believe
With complete faith
That
This
Is

Yes
I know
With complete faith
How could it not
Be

Love
Sacrifice
Pain
Surrender
Fury
Resignation

All
Part of life
For all
For God
Our image source

We God
Do not want
to cause
pain

we still do

We God
Do not want
To know
The limits
Of
Faith love

We still do

We God
Do not want
To give up
The self
The ideal
To find
The truth
Within

We still do

We God
Do not want
To sit
Passive inactive
Allowing
The plot
To unfold
Before our eyes
Within our heart
Unable to
Stop it

We still do

Why
Must this be
Why
Can it not
Be simple
Why can
There be
No pain
No test
No sacrifice
No surrender

Why

Because

Without
Pain
Testing
Sacrifice
Surrender
Life
Would not
Be
Life

Without these
We would be
Isaac
Without laughter
Never able to leave
Home

Abraham
Staying at his tent
Welcoming guests
Never going
Beyond
Comfortable borders

Sarah
Protecting
Her precious possession
Never letting him
Go
Grow
Live

God
Not knowing
How far
Each of us
Will go
What
Each of us
Will do
To surrender
To
Divine will
To continue
The story
Of creation

Still

I do not like them
Yet
I love them
For I know
Them
I know
Their actions
Feelings
A part of
Me
I
A part of
Them

Remember
With all this
Suffering
Was
Not
A
Part
Of
The plan

Suffering
Comes
Only
When we
Deny
That everything
Everyone
Is indeed
Part
Of the plan

As long
As we realize
We are
One
We are
Part
Of something greater
Not apart
By
Our
Selves
We may experience
Pain
But suffering
Will stay
Away

Perhaps
This is
What God
What they
Are trying to teach

I still
Don’t like
The players
I still
Don’t like
The plot
But
Now
I watch it
Unfold
Within and around
I see
Their traits in me

Through the
Pain
I know
There is something
Greater
I must
Learn

Still

I wish
There were
An
Easier
Way

Maybe
Next
Year

Friday, October 8, 2010

Beyond Good and Evil: Destroying the Binaries, Banishing Shame and Recreating Our World [aka: a lengthy commentary in honor of my 50th birthday]

In the Merriam-Webster online dictionary, one definition of dichotomy is “a division into two especially mutually exclusive or contradictory groups or entities.”  The term often gets used interchangeable with “binaries” or “binary opposition.” Though there are differences, I will be using the terms somewhat interchangeably (my apologies to queer theorists, anthropologist, philosophers and many friend).  I especially want to focus on the concept of  “binary oppositions,” where the guiding the assumption is that there exists a pair of terms that are seen as opposites and that there is a clear distinction between the two.  Not only that, but that societal “norms” (especially race, gender, sexuality, etc.) tend to determine which one of the two opposites is viewed as the dominant (or preferable, in my opinion) pole.

Dividing the world into dichotomies or binaries leads to “black and white thinking.”  Something is bad or good, pleasant or painful, hot or cold. Someone is white or black, straight or gay, male or female, altruistic or misanthropic.  These binaries are often viewed bys society as truths.  Yet, they are actually subjective evaluations that we place as labels so we believe we can somehow understand someone or something better.

In mindfulness teachings, we are taught that labels are not real.  They don’t really exist. They are based on value judgments that we make and that we must release. Only then can experience the world with equanimity and compassion.  Yet, so many of us have a difficult time letting go.  We feel the need to label and classify our disorganized world in a pseudo-organized manner.  Yet, by labeling in order to understand we lose the ability to simply experience what is real.

This week’s parashah/portion is Noah, which is, among other things, the story of Noah and the flood.  The first verse of the parashah reads, “These are the generations of Noah. Noah was a righteous and perfect man in his generation. Noah walked with God.” (Genesis 6:9)

The rabbis of old argued over the phrase, “Noah was righteous and perfect …in his generation.”  In Midrash Bereshit Rabbah 30:9 Rabbi Yehudah claimed that “in his generation” meant that, given the sinfulness of the rest of humanity, Noah seemed righteous by comparison. However, had he lived in the time of Moses he would not have been viewed that way.

Rabbi Nehemiah disagreed. He believed that if Noah was considered righteous in his time, he would have been considered even more righteous had he lived in the time of Moses. 

The analogy he gives (and I absolutely love this) is that a flask of expensive perfume placed within a graveyard would still produce a pleasant smell.  However, if it were outside the graveyard, the smell would be even that much more pleasant!

Both of these commentaries point to the power of perception and labeling.  For in reality, the perfume emits the same fragrance in both places.  However, the surrounding and our individual perceptions and reactions change how we might experience the fragrance and how we judge its fragrance.   And Noah may have acted exactly the same way had he lived in the time of Moses, yet he may indeed have been perceived and judged differently.  As with so much of life, it’s all about context.

Context determines how we view and how we are viewed; how we judge and how we are judged.  And, lets face it, we all judge and compare, even if we believe we don’t.  The midrash seems to teach that can view Noah through the lens of binary thinking as the polar opposite of Moses, as does R. Nehemiah.  Or one can view him in context, as does R. Nehemiah.  Yet, regardless of how we or the rabbis might view Noah, the text tells us that in some way, he was righteous and so he was saved.

But wasn’t it just last week that we read from the Torah of the creation of the world and humanity?  At the moment of creation, all was perfect, beautiful and serene.  Then Adam and Eve decided to eat of the “Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil” and everything changed. 

Now, this week we read that the world had become so evil that God is about to destroy it, save for Noah and his family, and start all over again.  What happened during the period of 10 generations that the rabbis tell us elapsed between the time of Adam and Eve and the time of Noah?

Good and Evil happened.  Correction.  For it was not that eating from the tree caused God to create Good and Evil.  Rather, as I see it, eating from the tree created the necessity to divide the world into Good and Evil.  It created a new and powerful dichotomy, seen as polar opposites without any acknowledgement of the gray area that exists in between.  The human proclivity to judge, label, classify and then to divide people neatly into groups, one being the dominant grew out of their action. 

Instead of viewing the world with equanimity and realizing that there are various gradations of every perceived dichotomy, people began to divide the world up all too neatly.  Of course, as I wrote above, in binary thinking one pole is viewed as dominant or preferable.  So, of course, “good” was the preferred pole. And so, what we labeled as “good” became the preferred option for God.  But what the people chose was labeled as “evil.”  If the binary concept of polar opposites had not been created then perhaps there would have been a way for God and human beings to view the world differently.  It may not have been viewed as “all evil” and perhaps the world could have simply been “fine tuned” rather than completely destroyed.

Today it seems that so many have inherited this binary worldview, but it has been further expanded and perverted.  For numerous people, those things that we have difficulty understanding, that do not fit neatly into a category or that are viewed as “different” or “other” are simply labeled as evil, rather than acknowledging them as simply different than what they be accustomed to experiencing.

And so, over time, what was as different, “foreign” strange, out of place, “queer” is now simply labeled as evil.  Or perhaps, between the time of Adam and Eve and the time of Noah, black and white thinking led to a situation where the command to be good became overwhelming.  Therefore, people decided over time that they could never reach that state of ultimate good, they could never measure up, so they chose the easier route and became evil instead. 

This binary system that led to the destruction of the world in our flood myth is still wreaking havoc on our world today.  It continues to create hatred, bigotry, evil and destruction in our world, for it calls upon humanity to still vies one option as being preferential, one group being better, one being right and the other being wrong. 

We have set up life as a situation where we need constantly need to choose.  And this is not just true in terms of trying to do what is seen as right and good rather than what is wrong or bad.  It has permeated every area of our lives.

And the existence of all these dichotomies forces us into a quandary.  For in order to fully grasp the preferred pole we are often forced to deny or ignore parts of who we are.   In some way, this system puts us in the situation much like the Greek heroes faced when sailing between Scylla and Charibdes.  These two sea monsters were close enough to each other that to avoid one would then position one’s ship too close to the other.  It seemed there was no way to make it through without a catastrophe.  When Odysseus sailed through the strait, he chose to sail closer to Scylla, as he knew he would only lose a few soldiers to the monster’s appetite.  Charibdes, however, spent its time creating whirlpools in the sea. Had he taken that route the whole ship and all of its crew may well have been sucked down into the depths.

What a horrible choice the Greek heroes were forced to make!  Yet, living in a world dominated by binary thinking, we too are forced to make the same choices.  We must choose how much we want to sacrifice in order to navigate the straits of our life.  Are we willing to give up some pieces rather than risk total destruction or would we rather simply meet our demise?

 How much do we reveal of who we really are?  How much effort do we put into fighting injustice? How much do we want to risk?  The forced choice continues. 

So many people follow the example of Odysseus as we travel through our own life odysseys.  For when we are not viewed as being at the preferred end of the dichotomy, then we must decide what pieces of the soul need to be lost in order to at least move closer to what is judged to be the ideal, “good” or “right” identity. 

For years, the ideal in America was being white, male, Christian, married and heterosexual.  We are lucky to live in a time when that is no longer seen as the norm.  Those who do not fit that description no longer need to hide or cut off a piece of themselves in order to bring them closer to that pole of the dichotomy.  Right?

I wish it were so.  But, though things have improved tremendously, the binaries still exist and there are still preferential groups within our society.  And those preferential groups are still rooted in the characteristics that I mention above.  And yet, the truth is that each of these binaries is really a spectrum or even a circle. 

Masters and Johnson showed in the mid-20th century that we all fit somewhere along the spectrum in terms of sexual orientation.  Few, if any, are “all straight” or “all gay.”  In today’s multi cultural world, and because of global history, few people are truly 100% part of any racial group, if indeed racial groups really exist.  Religious affiliation can fluctuate and marriage and family patterns have caused many new permutations to evolve.  So even within one religious group, there is a myriad of variations.  And finally, people are beginning to realize that gender is not a binary either.  One’s sex may be determined by birth (though that is more complicated for those born intersex – formerly referred to as hermaphrodites), but gender is a complex structure that we have created and that varies in so many ways for so many people.  One may be biologically male, but how one identifies in terms of ones gender identity and expression is far more complex than that.  And so, we find people who identify all over the continuum and not just at the imaginary poles.

I want to go from here back to the parashah by returning the perceived binary of Noah and Moses.  R. Yehudah believed that we could judge Noah, and I would say, by extension, all human beings, by whether or not they are ‘Moses’ or ‘not Moses.’  This is precisely this kind of judgmental, comparing, binary thinking that brings pain and suffering into our world.

As I sit here typing these words I am at the start of my 51st year.  Thinking back on many of the past 50 years (or at least many of them) I know that there were times when I felt that I could not live up to that kind of expectation.  I did not fit the mold. I was not on the ‘right’ end of the binary and I was unable to see the gray area.  And so, I did what I needed to do in order to appear to be “like Moses,” when in reality I often felt more like Noah as described by R. Yehudah.

For me, and for so many others, we are caught in this dilemma because of our sexual orientation or gender identity.  We have seen in the past month teens who have taken their own lives because of issues of sexual orientation (whether real or perceived).  They too could not see themselves at the “right” pole of the binary, but they eventually chose to end it all.  The high profile cases have shown to the world what we in the LGBTQ world have known since statistics first came out in the late 1980s: that teens that identify as gay or are questioning their sexuality are 3-4 times more likely to attempt or commit suicide than other teens.  And just today, I read the results of a survey just published by the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force and the National Center for Transgender Equality, that HALF of all teens that have been bullied, harassed or assaulted because of their gender identity have attempted suicide!  This is truly shocking and something must be done!  For so many Queer youth (and I use queer as an umbrella term) this is because they see themselves as unable to attain the preferred status of the ‘right’ or ‘good’ end of society’s binaries of sexual orientation or gender identity.  

We can say that things have improved, and they have.  Yet, we still live in a world where Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell has yet to be repealed, where states are making same sex marriage illegal, where religious extremists (and some not so extreme) are barraging the airwaves with tirades about the depravity of homosexuality and where a church in Kansas even goes so far as to say that God is wreaking vengeance on our entire country through war and violence because of homosexuality! So, it is clear that our world and our country still have a way to go.  We have not truly moved beyond the ingrained belief in the ‘preferred’ status of being straight or of being seen clearly as male or female. Period.

Little by little, these messages, even the ones we know are insane, become deep-rooted in the brains, and in the souls, of teens who are either questioning their sexuality or gender identity or who know exactly who, and what, they are. 

When I was entering adolescence in the 1970s, the subtle and mostly not-so-subtle messages of society made it frightening, and even dangerous, to admit to being gay for many of us.  And so I, and countless others of my generation, tried to convince ourselves that we something other than who we were.  Yet, this was not about pretending.  Rather, this was about convincing oneself into believing that the charade was indeed the truth and that you were really on the ‘right’ end of the spectrum. 

Ultimately, this leads to lying and deception, and often to a deep self-loathing, anxiety and depression.  Then the choice becomes whether to sacrifice a piece of your soul in order to continue the charade, to end one’s life or to proudly admit one’s identity.

I would venture to say that there were few LGBTQ teens and young adults of my generation who did not at least contemplate suicide at one time or another.  Luckily, I only briefly considered this, and I don’t know how serious I ever was.  But if one listens to Tim Gunn of Project Runway speak on the It Gets Better Project channel on YouTube (which everyone should look at), one can see how this sense of self-loathing could, and often does, lead one to attempt suicide.  This reality continues to been borne out by recent events.  Now, there are those who have been making the claim that some of the recent suicides may not have even been LGBTQ.  And that may indeed be true.  Yet, even if they were not gay, the homophobic taunting and bullying contributed to their decision to commit suicide. 

So perhaps, in some of these cases, being teased, bullied and “accused” of being gay was enough to cause a teen to feel that suicide is the only option.  If this is true, how much more so for those who are actually LGBTQ or who are trying to figure out their sexual or gender identity?

Returning to the images of this week’s Torah portion, I believe the time has come again when a massive flood is needed.  But not a flood that will destroy the world or that is brought about by divine action.  Rather, we need to create a spiritual flood in order to combat the intolerance in our world.  We need to wipe out the evil in the world and leave only righteousness and purity.  But the evil of which I speak is not any specific behavior of any specific group or individual.  The evils we need to destroy are the false dichotomies and binary thinking that lead to preferential treatment and judgmental action and a perceived certainty of what – and WHO - is “good” or “evil.”  These dichotomies force people to make the unfair choices about which I have written above.  It is the acceptance of this binary thinking that has led to depression, deceit, ignorance, intolerance and suicide not only of LGBTQ teens, but of so many who feel that they just “don’t fit in.”

This spiritual flood we must create will then leave behind what is the source of true righteousness and purity.  That source is the acknowledgement that we are each part of the One of the universe. This source, that connects us all to each other, is also the source of the compassion and equanimity with which we must view life. 

Life is filled with ambiguity, contradictions and uncertainty.  There is no certainty. There are no real dichotomies or binaries.   There is no absolute right or wrong, good or evil as portrayed by so many religious extremists today.  There is only the ultimate Truth of the Oneness of the universe.  And it is this Truth that can guide all of humanity to love our fellow human beings as ourselves and not do to others that which we would not want done to us. 

A story is told that Chassidic rabbi Zusya once said that when he comes before God in the world-to-come he will not be asked: “why were you not Moses?” Rather he will be asked: “Why were you not Zusya?” 

None of us is Moses. None of us is Noah.  We are each unique individuals with a unique confluence and intersection of identities that cannot be simply placed at one end of a binary system.  Let us all remember that.

Ending on a personal note, I don’t believe that I have spent my first 50 years always being the best Steve that I can be.  For too many years, trying to be Moses led me to deny my true self.  A piece of me will always regret those years where shame, fear, self-hatred and the quest for the unattainable, rather than the real, guided my actions.  So I must do my best today in each moment to be the best Steve that I can be and to heal not only the damage that I may have caused, but the brokenness in our world.  I see it as one of my sacred tasks, to help as many LGBTQ youth who feels similar to how I felt, to realize that they are each a unique and precious individual.  They are not bad.  That they must celebrate who and what they are is a blessing and gift from God.  And that, regardless of how they might feel now, things will get better. 

We must all work together to see that indeed they will.

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