Priestly Chat, Neighbors /Gender

Another Sabbath chat with the priest, but this is a double-header.  It’s a late delivery, as I was not able to access the internet.

Not your everyday view – a Hebrew view:

 

Adjusting Positively to Change

As time trickles seemingly more and more quickly through the lifeline hourglass, I find myself once again writing a catch-up post.

World events keep me alternately pressing my head, yoga style, into that hole in the ground, then rising, gasping with tear-filled eyes at the horrors I see played out around and to the globe we call home, tinted with the blood-stained, fear-driving scenarios of our future.

I subscribe to positive news feeds, to keep some semblance of balance – yet even these often confound me.  How are many man-made intrusions to Almighty’s design considered to be ‘good’?

With all of this,  I ground myself by thinking of NOW.  The people around me, strangers, next door neighbors, co-workers, friends and family – many of these who I consider the silent majority.  That portion of us who are living our lives to produce as much positive and kindness and simple self-rewards to sustain ourselves as the current convenience/industrial/regulation realm will allow.

Sure, there are outliers – those who spew hatred with their political name-calling, and those who prey on the weak, and those who regularly beat the war drums – and these are the fodder for headlines and blankets that skew the social networks.

But my day-to-day interactions are counter to this ugly racist/divisive/far-left/far-right social overlay that seems to define the majority.

I hope I’m correct – that the silent majority is as I believe, the good still there, the submissive and unspoken until awoken might that is truly indicative of humanity…

And on that note, I find myself awaiting from afar an increase to the positive – a new addition to the family!  A grandson will soon be born, a brother to the beautiful granddaughter who is now 3+.

Attuned to boys, having only raised sons, I am purely excited for this new arrival.  Another smattering of cells that were once part of me is to reside in a tiny new being – a mighty fine piece of new inheritance to survive me.  Praise Almighty!

A granddaughter and a grandson – these two little people are my hope for better, purer things in the future.  These two little beings that I don’t see but a fraction of what time I would prefer to spend with them – these assemblies of perfections and imperfections composed by their parents and all who came before them, these are the best things of life.

This Bubbe will not attend the birth or the first greeting due to a very recent job change, but count on me for a visit next weekend!

The recent job change was a surprise.  I knew I had overdone my time at my current position – but seemed resolved to continue to retirement, assuaging myself with the perks of bonuses and posh office space, flexible work schedules and rare public interactions.

Then I felt pushed too far, and the well-timed surprise recruiter contact regarding a new opportunity sent me back into the market.

I had my self-confidence restored with three job offers, from which I chose… a gardening service company!  Already, some of my physical ailments related to high stress are resolving.  The only true negative of the new position is the inability to take time off to attend the birth of my grandson.  But he won’t know that unless he’s looking back many years from now.

Until then, I’ll be working on providing him with positive examples.  🙂

 

A Story with an Ending

Once upon a time.

There was a land called choice by Almighty, YHVH.

This land had other people in it, people who were doing unforgivable things.

  • They were serving other gods, and they were performing detestable acts in that worship.
  • They were conducting sexual actions that were deemed abominable, not acceptable.
  • They were shedding blood without consequence.
  • They were not acting justly toward their Landlord.

So, the Landlord took notice and made the choice to bring in another set of tenants, and gave specific instructions to those tenants.  Part of that tenancy provided for great abundance, in progeny and in harvests and stock.  There were ‘taxes’ paid to an elite class of rent collectors, who then paid their ‘taxes’ to the elite class of property management staff.  There were also dues and penalty payments to be made to the elite class of property management staff, who performed in accordance to the tenancy document.

The tenancy document was indeed a well constructed thing, but it didn’t appeal to the masses.  Why would it?  It didn’t promise a permanent occupancy.

So the masses took it upon themselves to appoint new positions, and to make addendum after addendum and to oust the property management staff.   They forgot who was holding the deed.

The terms of the tenancy document clearly stated that eviction would be the result of such actions.  The Landlord had every means available to enforce, and did – time and time again.

Yet the contracted tenants had progeny who thought themselves above the document, so there was much scrutiny given it and many resources employed to create their own version of the benefits of the land.  And thus they returned and began hosting and joining with the peoples who would do similarly to the originally storied occupants.

Here we are now, with a polluted land and a polluted people.  The original tenancy document still exists, yet there are no readers, no intellect to shed their own confidences and addendum and look back to the original tenancy contract.

Israel occupants.  Are you listening?  Do you think that the contract is null and void?  Do you truly think that Almighty would allow a rewrite?

Return to Torah.  Renew your contract.

Discontent

Within our Torah community, discontent is something we often discuss.  It’s pervasive in this day and age, and likely always has been.

We see it played out in the exodus story – the people complaining about their meal delivery plan not being as diverse as what they had available to them in bondage.  Rather than continuing to celebrate their freedom from bondage, rather than being thankful for the daily food they were delivered, rather than being in awe of the historic event they participated in, they instead obsessed upon that discontent of temporary gastrointestinal displeasure.

Always looking for something to make us feel better, why are we not satisfied with ‘enough’.  When is it ‘enough’?

Why do I feel like the dining set I’ve had for 20 years needs to be replaced?  It’s sturdy, it expands to seat extra people, it’s scratches and worn finish could easily be covered over.  What creates that desire to have more, to replace what already exists?  It seems so easy to justify whatever we perceive as our desires – and that self-justification and subsequent acquisition only temporarily lulls that lusty appetite for more.

I could dive into the psychological manipulations of the marketing gurus from decades past, or the social manipulations being currently driven by mass data mining and artificial intelligence.  But it goes back much farther than that.

The desire to have what is perceived to be better than our current holdings, our current space, our current position, this drive to have what was not ours, it’s making us miserable.  And it seems our species is entrenched with it as part of our genetic make-up.  It seems we’ve always been looking for more.

This discontent has upset the entire global structure and clouds our perception of how life should truly operate.  We think we can improve upon every natural thing, but instead corruption and destruction lies in our wake.   Our self-importance and striving to improve our lots are threatening to wipe out important species, and draining our natural resources.

Where does it stop?  How do we turn this gluttonous belly of society into a functional form?

What is your discontent?  How can you accept your place, your space, your allotment in life and embrace contentment?

Are you out of line?  Am I?

Community Discussions – Open

Life As A Hebrew:

This has been a long time coming, but some of our community is having an ‘open’, well semi-open, discussion about Torah and the Land of Canaan.

You are welcome to see what it’s about:

http://torahhealstheland.boards.net/

Join in, if you agree to the terms.  🙂

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