History
23-06-04, 01:19 AM
I thought this was cute. For those with interest.
Respectfully,
History
What is a Jew?
by Zalman Velvel
--http://www.sssrealty.com/story/whatjew.htm
Good evening and thank you for coming tonight and showing your support of Chabad.
If you look around, you can see, our Founders' Dinners have been growing and include many different segments of our community. For those of you that are new to Chabad, let me personally welcome you, and calm your worst fear - you're not having a heart attack ... kosher food just takes longer to digest. Don't worry, the heartburn eventually goes away- around midnight - 2 days from now.
By the way, if you are really having a heart attack, don't worry, we seated a Jewish doctor at every table. And if, God-forbid, the doctor should make a mistake, there's two Jewish lawyers on each side of them.
Tonight I would like to talk about a question that has rattled around in my head for over 40 years. I first heard it when I was 8 years old - the year was 1956, and Elvis Presley was the king of rock and roll. It was also the year my parents changed synagogues - this was a very painful decision- the dues were higher at the new synagogue - but the new Rabbi was supposed to be funny.
I was looking forward to this funny new Rabbi, because, to me, at eight years old, the height of comedy was knock-knock jokes. For those of you who didn't grow up with knock knock jokes, us baby-boomers will illustrate. Knock knock - Who's there? Thea. Thea who? Thea later alligator. Let's try another. Knock knock. Who's there? Sheila. Sheila who? Sheila be comin' 'round the mountain when she comes. Okay, one last one. Knock knock. Who's there. Bridget. Bridget who? London Bridget's falling down ... falling down. Hey look, that was before cable tv and video games and we were desperate for entertainment.
Well, when it was time for his sermon, the new Rabbi stood at the podium, cleared his throat, and asked: "What is a Jew?"
Then the Rabbi answered for God. I guess Rabbis have always liked to do that:
"A Jew follows the laws in My Torah."
Then the Rabbi looked up, and whispered, "But God, every Jew makes mistakes .....even Rabbis. Is someone still Jewish even after they break our laws?"
"Yes, my son, if you make mistakes, you are still Jewish. I did not make you perfect."
The Rabbi smiled and looked up again. "So God, how many mistakes are we allowed? Is there a number - like 10?"-- "Yes, 10 mistakes could be allowed." Then the Rabbi asked, how about 20? -- "Yes, in certain cases, 20 could also be allowed."
The Rabbi began to hondel with God, like Abraham, only in reverse. It was the first time I ever saw someone "Jew 'em up!". He asked for permission to make a 100 mistakes, then a thousand. A lady sitting up front objected strenuously. "A thousand sins! That's too many!"
"What's so big about a thousand?" The Rabbi argued. "If you only make one mistake a week, and with fifty two weeks a year, by the time you are in your twenties, you would have already have made more than a thousand mistakes. And who do we know only makes 1 mistake a week? Who among us spends even a day without at least one lie, without coveting someone with more, or slandering someone with gossip?"
Then the Rabbi continued, "Perhaps you're thinking, if we are allowed a thousand sins, why bother following the Torah in the first place?" All around me people were nodding their heads. Before we could throw out our Bibles, the Rabbi quickly threw out a second definition:
"A Jew believes in one God." "That much I know ...no, that is not enuff," he answered. "There are other religions that believe in one God, but still don't have anything approximating our guilt."
This got a laugh. He waited, and then posed a third answer: "A Jew is someone with a Jewish soul." Then, like a good Rabbi, he responded with another question. "What is a Jewish soul and how can you tell if you have one? Does it mean if you yearn for an onion bagel with cream cheese and lox, but you're a Buddhist, there is a Jewish soul inside you trying to get out?"
We were confused, and the Rabbi knew it. "Maybe you're wondering," he asked. "If we can't settle on a simple definition of what a Jew is, what are we doing in this fancy synagogue?
"Yeah," I thought, "what am I doing here? There hasn't been even one good knock knock joke."
"Because," he answered, "A Jew is someone who goes around asking, 'What is a Jew?' "
It was a great finish. The congregation loved it, and my parents were glad they changed synagogues.
I put funny Rabbi's question in the back of my dresser draw, to be joined later by my bar mitzvah tallis and tfilin. Then I proceeded to the fundamental American imperative: "Show me the money!" and the fundamental question : "How can I get more of it without paying so much in taxes?" I didn't set foot in a synagogue for over 30 years. My Judaism had dissolved into the American melting pot.
Then, one day, a young Chabad Rabbi stood at the door of our office. "Knock Knock Who's There? Hassidim. Hassidim, but I don't believe 'em!" He asked if I could find him a good deal on a building for a synagogue. I helped him get a building - he helped me get back my heritage.
One day, I asked the Chabad Rabbi, Rabbi Minkowicz for his definition. I said, "Rabbi, what is a Jew?"He stroked his beard, and then said: "A Jew is someone with a Jewish soul." "But Rabbi, how can you tell if someone has a Jewish soul?" He said, "That's easy. If they like to eat onion bagels with cream cheese and lox ..."
No, that was not his answer. He said, "Only God can tell who has a Jewish soul." I should have expected that answer. Chabad tries to refrain, as much as possible, from judgements. They want to allow people freedom to grow, and change, while they learn, without the burden of being judgmental. Compassionate? Yes. But how do you put it into practice ?
And now, perhaps you're wondering, "Hmmm. This guy gave us his former Rabbi's answer, and Chabad's answer to "What is a Jew?" Is he ever going to give us the definitive answer?" Well, wonder no more. Drum roll please .....:
"What is a Jew?" ... "A Jew is someone who goes around asking, ...."
The truth is I haven't found the definitive answer ... but I can share the best one I have heard so far. It comes from my wife - who is a recent convert.
She listened to me prepare this speech, and then she said, "You know, sweetheart, you're such a dummy! The answer is right in the Torah." By the way, she never called me a dummy before she converted. I think I got more respect before she studied Torah. And now she's telling me that in the Torah there's a commandment to shop. She said her friend Marlene would back her up.
"The Torah says," my wife continued, "that a Jew should be a light unto the world."
"A Jew should be a light unto the world ..."
When I heard my wife's answer, I swear, I heard angels sing. I had to leave the house and go outside. And there, under the stars, I felt God's presence like never before. A palm tree even began to glow. Scared, I whispered, "Lord, is that you?"
Lightning danced across the sky, and the thunder almost made me deaf.
"Lord, please answer me, How does a Jew become a light unto the world?"
The lightning stopped, and the thunder ceased. Then I heard a loving voice, the most loving voice I have ever heard, say , "Follow the laws in My Torah, Zalman Velvel!!"
Now, because of the first Rabbi, the funny one, I was prepared for this answer. I negotiated a much better deal than he did - I Jewed God up to allowing two thousand mistakes - But there was a catch- the darkness created by each mistake had to be accompanied by spreading an equal amount of light.
I want to thank all of you for coming and showing your support for Chabad. It is an organization that has as its ultimate goal the spreading of light through wisdom, and understanding. We are all here tonight because of the light this organization has brought to our lives. Thank you, and good night.
THE END
Respectfully,
History
What is a Jew?
by Zalman Velvel
--http://www.sssrealty.com/story/whatjew.htm
Good evening and thank you for coming tonight and showing your support of Chabad.
If you look around, you can see, our Founders' Dinners have been growing and include many different segments of our community. For those of you that are new to Chabad, let me personally welcome you, and calm your worst fear - you're not having a heart attack ... kosher food just takes longer to digest. Don't worry, the heartburn eventually goes away- around midnight - 2 days from now.
By the way, if you are really having a heart attack, don't worry, we seated a Jewish doctor at every table. And if, God-forbid, the doctor should make a mistake, there's two Jewish lawyers on each side of them.
Tonight I would like to talk about a question that has rattled around in my head for over 40 years. I first heard it when I was 8 years old - the year was 1956, and Elvis Presley was the king of rock and roll. It was also the year my parents changed synagogues - this was a very painful decision- the dues were higher at the new synagogue - but the new Rabbi was supposed to be funny.
I was looking forward to this funny new Rabbi, because, to me, at eight years old, the height of comedy was knock-knock jokes. For those of you who didn't grow up with knock knock jokes, us baby-boomers will illustrate. Knock knock - Who's there? Thea. Thea who? Thea later alligator. Let's try another. Knock knock. Who's there? Sheila. Sheila who? Sheila be comin' 'round the mountain when she comes. Okay, one last one. Knock knock. Who's there. Bridget. Bridget who? London Bridget's falling down ... falling down. Hey look, that was before cable tv and video games and we were desperate for entertainment.
Well, when it was time for his sermon, the new Rabbi stood at the podium, cleared his throat, and asked: "What is a Jew?"
Then the Rabbi answered for God. I guess Rabbis have always liked to do that:
"A Jew follows the laws in My Torah."
Then the Rabbi looked up, and whispered, "But God, every Jew makes mistakes .....even Rabbis. Is someone still Jewish even after they break our laws?"
"Yes, my son, if you make mistakes, you are still Jewish. I did not make you perfect."
The Rabbi smiled and looked up again. "So God, how many mistakes are we allowed? Is there a number - like 10?"-- "Yes, 10 mistakes could be allowed." Then the Rabbi asked, how about 20? -- "Yes, in certain cases, 20 could also be allowed."
The Rabbi began to hondel with God, like Abraham, only in reverse. It was the first time I ever saw someone "Jew 'em up!". He asked for permission to make a 100 mistakes, then a thousand. A lady sitting up front objected strenuously. "A thousand sins! That's too many!"
"What's so big about a thousand?" The Rabbi argued. "If you only make one mistake a week, and with fifty two weeks a year, by the time you are in your twenties, you would have already have made more than a thousand mistakes. And who do we know only makes 1 mistake a week? Who among us spends even a day without at least one lie, without coveting someone with more, or slandering someone with gossip?"
Then the Rabbi continued, "Perhaps you're thinking, if we are allowed a thousand sins, why bother following the Torah in the first place?" All around me people were nodding their heads. Before we could throw out our Bibles, the Rabbi quickly threw out a second definition:
"A Jew believes in one God." "That much I know ...no, that is not enuff," he answered. "There are other religions that believe in one God, but still don't have anything approximating our guilt."
This got a laugh. He waited, and then posed a third answer: "A Jew is someone with a Jewish soul." Then, like a good Rabbi, he responded with another question. "What is a Jewish soul and how can you tell if you have one? Does it mean if you yearn for an onion bagel with cream cheese and lox, but you're a Buddhist, there is a Jewish soul inside you trying to get out?"
We were confused, and the Rabbi knew it. "Maybe you're wondering," he asked. "If we can't settle on a simple definition of what a Jew is, what are we doing in this fancy synagogue?
"Yeah," I thought, "what am I doing here? There hasn't been even one good knock knock joke."
"Because," he answered, "A Jew is someone who goes around asking, 'What is a Jew?' "
It was a great finish. The congregation loved it, and my parents were glad they changed synagogues.
I put funny Rabbi's question in the back of my dresser draw, to be joined later by my bar mitzvah tallis and tfilin. Then I proceeded to the fundamental American imperative: "Show me the money!" and the fundamental question : "How can I get more of it without paying so much in taxes?" I didn't set foot in a synagogue for over 30 years. My Judaism had dissolved into the American melting pot.
Then, one day, a young Chabad Rabbi stood at the door of our office. "Knock Knock Who's There? Hassidim. Hassidim, but I don't believe 'em!" He asked if I could find him a good deal on a building for a synagogue. I helped him get a building - he helped me get back my heritage.
One day, I asked the Chabad Rabbi, Rabbi Minkowicz for his definition. I said, "Rabbi, what is a Jew?"He stroked his beard, and then said: "A Jew is someone with a Jewish soul." "But Rabbi, how can you tell if someone has a Jewish soul?" He said, "That's easy. If they like to eat onion bagels with cream cheese and lox ..."
No, that was not his answer. He said, "Only God can tell who has a Jewish soul." I should have expected that answer. Chabad tries to refrain, as much as possible, from judgements. They want to allow people freedom to grow, and change, while they learn, without the burden of being judgmental. Compassionate? Yes. But how do you put it into practice ?
And now, perhaps you're wondering, "Hmmm. This guy gave us his former Rabbi's answer, and Chabad's answer to "What is a Jew?" Is he ever going to give us the definitive answer?" Well, wonder no more. Drum roll please .....:
"What is a Jew?" ... "A Jew is someone who goes around asking, ...."
The truth is I haven't found the definitive answer ... but I can share the best one I have heard so far. It comes from my wife - who is a recent convert.
She listened to me prepare this speech, and then she said, "You know, sweetheart, you're such a dummy! The answer is right in the Torah." By the way, she never called me a dummy before she converted. I think I got more respect before she studied Torah. And now she's telling me that in the Torah there's a commandment to shop. She said her friend Marlene would back her up.
"The Torah says," my wife continued, "that a Jew should be a light unto the world."
"A Jew should be a light unto the world ..."
When I heard my wife's answer, I swear, I heard angels sing. I had to leave the house and go outside. And there, under the stars, I felt God's presence like never before. A palm tree even began to glow. Scared, I whispered, "Lord, is that you?"
Lightning danced across the sky, and the thunder almost made me deaf.
"Lord, please answer me, How does a Jew become a light unto the world?"
The lightning stopped, and the thunder ceased. Then I heard a loving voice, the most loving voice I have ever heard, say , "Follow the laws in My Torah, Zalman Velvel!!"
Now, because of the first Rabbi, the funny one, I was prepared for this answer. I negotiated a much better deal than he did - I Jewed God up to allowing two thousand mistakes - But there was a catch- the darkness created by each mistake had to be accompanied by spreading an equal amount of light.
I want to thank all of you for coming and showing your support for Chabad. It is an organization that has as its ultimate goal the spreading of light through wisdom, and understanding. We are all here tonight because of the light this organization has brought to our lives. Thank you, and good night.
THE END