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Symbols of Rosh Hashanah from upper left clockwise: shofar, apple and honey, torah (scroll) |
For anyone who has a sense of history, or has checked out
the best seller The Bible in original print or modern audio version, the Jewish
people and their calendar go back to the time of Abraham. No, not Lincoln, the one
who begat Isaac, who begat Jacob—that one. Actually, he was a few thousand
years before Jesus, so instead of the calendar reading 2013, it reads 5774.
Also, unlike the Gregorian calendar, named for the Roman guy who devised our
current model, the Hebrew calendar is lunar. In other words, the layout of the
months is based upon the moon rather than the sun. If that isn’t confusing
enough, because the Jewish New Year comes so early, Hanukkah, the holiday with
the candles and spinning top that normally coincides with Christmas, begins on
Thanksgiving.
As one might imagine, like in most cultures and religions,
the New Year is a time of celebration. One popular custom to symbolize the sweetness
associated with its arrival is to dip a slice of apple in honey. It’s not bad.
Really, go ahead and try it. You can let me know what you think in the comment
section.
However, as with so many religious celebrations, there is
another, more sobering, aspect to this holiday. The first day of the New Year
is also the first day of the Days of Awe. There are ten days of awe, during
which time it is incumbent upon those of good faith to repent for their
misconduct and seek forgiveness from those they have harmed, as well as from
the almighty. Next week, in part two, I will explore this in further detail.
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Blowing a long twisted shofar (ram's horn) Symbol of the ram that Abraham sacrificed instead of his son, Isaac. |
Among the many rituals performed during this holiday, one I
customarily observe is Tashlich. There are nearly as many interpretations of
the term as there are of what exactly its purpose is. Unlike most prayers,
which are said in the synagogue, the songs and recitations for this ritual take
place at the water’s edge. So, my mother and I braved the 102 degree heat and
joined around 50 other souls under the trees near a small lake in a community
park. After our collective voices made their plea, each of us took some bread
crumbs to throw into the water. As I made my solitary declaration, it did not
matter to me whether my misdeeds were being symbolically cast into the sea or
my soul purified by the cleansing liquid in front of me. My concern centered on
the consumption habits of the ducks and would they survive another New Year.
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