We attended two commencements this week, a middle school commencement and a High School commencement. Grandparents attended as well as our eldest daughter in from Florida. Yes, there was a lot of pride, and a realization of a “new normal”. Each graduation featured a similar comment regarding a need for the “graduates to be aware that the world is full of possibilities as well in need of some fixing. When we talked to our graduates that the world might need some fixing, we immediately asked them if they had seen the pictures of children being taken from their immigrant parents along the Texas/Mexican border. We asked if they heard the White House Press Secretary refer to the Bible as the pre-text to justify a policy of separating children from parents as a deterrent from entering a land of freedom and opportunity. As I watched my kids walk across the stage, to receive their diplomas; I thought about all the stages my wife and I walked across to receive our diplomas, diplomas from schools in the U.S. and Canada. I thought about my Grandfather, a son of immigrants. As I watched our children, my grandfather’s words, one of his many mantras, haunted me. “Parents sacrifice so that the children, the next generation will do better”. I thought about my mother in law whose parents were among the last leave Germany, arriving in New York before Jews were turned away like the “Voyage of the Damned”. As our kids walked across the stage, I thought about all those parents just traveled 1500 miles fleeing the for their lives and their children’s lives seeking asylum, only be refused entry and have their children taken from them in the process.
This week we read from Parsha Chukkat. This Shabbat we read from Parsha Chukkat. Chukkat begins by telling us the Law for the Red Heifer. The Priest who prepares the mixture of water and the Red Heifers burnt ashes will render the entire nation spiritually pure; but the mixture will render him impure. A brief narrative concerning the death of Miriam, the lack of water and B’nai Yisroel’s resulting anxiety and lack of faith leads to the issuance of another test of faith in the Wilderness. Moshe and Aaron don’t know what to do; so God tells them: Kach et HaMateh v’Hakhaeil Et Ha’Edah Ata v’Aharon Achicha v’Dibartem El HaSela L’Eineihem V’Natan Meimav V’Hotzeitah Lahem Mayim Min HaSela V’Hishkita et HaEidah v’Et B’Iram – Hashem spoke to Moshe saying: Take the staff and gather together the assembly, you and Aaron your brother, and speak to the rock before their eyes that it shall give its waters. You shall bring forth for them water from the rock and give drink to the assembly and to their animals (Num. 20:8). Instead of following instructions, Moshe succumbed to his anger and hit the rock with his staff. Indeed water came out, the people drank, but Moshe and Aharon were punished. Aharon died and Moshe learned that he would not be able to enter into Eretz Canaan. As B’nai Yisroel resumes its wandering, they are attacked by Amalek. As a result, B’nai Yisroel is forced to go around the heart of Amalek territory. The people complain to Moshe again. They try to seek permission from the Sihon, the King of the Amorites, to pass through Amorite territory. Sihon denies permission and B’nai Yisroel attacks and eventually defeats the Amorites. Og King of Bashan tries to prevent B’nai Yisroel from marching through his land, B’nai Yisroel, with the help of Hashem, defeats King Og and his army. The Parsha concludes with B’nai Yisroel settling on the Plains of Moab on the eastern side of the Jordan poised to enter into Canaan.
After the decree of the Law of the Red Heifer, the Torah begins a new narrative, a narrative about Miriam’s death, a lack of water, B’nai Yisroel’s complaint and God’s response. Rashi comments on the first Pasuk of Chapter 20. Eidah Shaleim – the congregation is complete (whole). Sh’Kavar Meitu Metai Midbar, V’Ilu Parsho L’Chayim (Tanuchuma) – All those of the generation that left Egypt that was supposed to die have died in the wilderness, and all those who are alive at this point are supposed to enter into Eretz Canaan. From this point on, the Torah records the final year of B’nai’ Yisroel’s time in the wilderness. So 38 years have transpired from the first chapter of the Parsha to the second chapter of the Parsha. Yet in 38 years, a generation that didn’t really know slavery, which only knew that Hashem provided food and water, a generation that didn’t have do anything except learn Moshe’s Torah begin to sound like their parents and perhaps their grandparents. Yes, Moshe disobeys God by hitting the rock rather than talk to the rock. However, Moshe’s frustration might have been a result of the fact that he expected this generation to know better, to have more faith in Hashem, more trust in Hashem, more of sense of purpose in terms of its relationship with Hashem. Sadly, after thirty-eight years, our ancestors, this time, a generation born to freedom, still had work to do Vis a Vis its relationship to Hashem. Yes, they came a long way since their parents were slaves, but they still had a long way to go in terms of trust in Hashem, faith in Hashem, and a confidence that Hashem would not abandons his chosen people.
Sadly, the White House Press Secretary is right. The events transpiring along the U.S. Mexico border have a biblical sensibility about it. She thinks that the “enforcement of the law” defines the biblical nature of the treatment of these immigrants/refugees. A group of people fleeing a miserable place and seeking a “promised land” is indeed biblical. However, it is the behavior of Og and Sihon, denying entry of a people seeking a better life that is so troubling. One would have thought after the dismal record of preventing Jews from entering with the outbreak of WWII and the detention of Japanese Americans, it would do better than that. Sadly, a nation that had once been a moral beacon is not an Eida Shalem (a Complete Congregation). Instead, it is incomplete and as such a darkness emanates from that moral beacon rather than light. Needless to say, at each graduation, my family has never sung the “Oh Canada” louder nor with as much pride.
Peace,
Rav Yitz
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