Not so very long
ago one third of the Jewish people of the world lived in small
villages in Europe. A story goes that one day a young man declared
to his fellow villagers that he was an avowed atheist and that
he was leaving the village to make his home elsewhere because,
since he was an atheist, he wanted to go live among other atheists.
He was soon on his way and no one heard from him for some time.
Several years later
the young man returned. The villagers asked him: “Why
did you come back? Do you now believe in God?” “No,”
he replied, “I still do not believe in God, but I have
lived for many years in a village where no one believes in God
and after some consideration I have decided that I prefer to
live here with you who do.”
In deciding how to
position the very building in which we sit this morning, Rabbi
Minda and his minions in 1928 opted to have the ark face not
east toward Jerusalem but west. When I first heard this it made
sense to me that the ark should face the true lands of our ancestors,
Palm Springs, Scottsdale and La Jolla. But a second explanation
seemed far more plausible – that the Emerson doors, aiming
that direction, would open toward the greater community. That
a messianic view of God’s perfected world had less to
do with rebuilding the Temple in Jerusalem than with our own
ability to perfect our own immediate society and embrace, in
a real sense, our proximity to our neighbors.
Did Rabbi Minda and
his followers somehow know that a congregation that cares about
the welfare of the greater community is going to be a healthier
Temple community?
The New York Times
ran an article last week describing the development of morality
and found that it might have happened in two distinct periods
of human evolution. In caveperson days those who bound together
with shared beliefs and concerns about the welfare of their
entire group were going to be more successful than those who
simply fended for themselves.
Thus, the “Do
unto others” motif common to so many religious traditions
may be deeply ingrained in the DNA of us all, and yes, the organizational
nature of religious grouping over the ages has helped give voice
and method to that innate calling.
The theory then goes
on to suggest that a later stage of morality came with language
– putting words to what appeared to be an innate human
capacity for kindness. It may be some time before they identify
the precise DNA structure that points to our natural propensity
for building a compassionate society, but I think the 297,000
figure mapping of our genetic religious code may be contained
in the scrolls directly behind me.
From the earliest
days of Judaism we have understood that putting ourselves in
direct proximity to others is the most meaningful way of living
our lives. Whether it is the closeness we cherish with a loved
one, the sanctity of marriage, the relationship of teacher to
student, the simple kindness in the workplace regardless of
position, or the complete stranger that we befriend and bring
into our midst. Alienation from others is destructive, drawing
close to one another is nourishing.
The Torah and rabbinic
tradition has endless sources relating to assisting the needy
in our community.
Abraham and Sarah,
the very first Jews on the planet were known for the mitzvah
of hachnasat orachim – welcoming the stranger –
their tent flaps up and their ready willingness to house the
traveler.
The rabbis told stories
of the most wicked city in the Bible – Sodom – in
which a stranger wandering into the midst of that terrible place
could starve to death within days because it was against the
law to come anywhere near them with assistance. We are told
that the compassionate daughter of Lot, Paltit, was burned to
death for secretly coming to the aid of a homeless stranger.
Rabbi Hillel –
circa 1st century CE – taught: “What is hateful
to you do not do to another”. (Jesus was eavesdropping
on Hillel that day, composing the golden rule of: Do unto others
as you would have them do unto you – and guess who gets
all the credit!)
Hillel also asked
the question - If I am only for myself, what am I? And if I
don’t act now, then when?
From Leviticus 19
– a.k.a. the Holiness Code: When you reap the harvest
of your land, you shall not wholly reap the corners of your
field, nor gather the gleanings of your harvest… you shall
leave them for the poor and the stranger…” which
asks us not to give a handout, (nowhere in the Torah dare we
ever admonished to give a handout) but to bring the needy into
proximity with us as business partners in the harvesting of
our fields. Let us know who they are! Let them know who we are!
The Midrash teaches:
if all the troubles of the world are assembled on one side and
poverty is on the other, poverty would outweigh them all.
In God’s famous
blessing to Abraham we hear: v’nivrechu v’cha kol
mishpachot ha’adama u’v’zar’echa –
“all the families of the earth shall bless themselves
by virtue of their proximity to you!” But we also know
that our proximity to those whom we bless will help us grow
morally and spiritually.
And Isaiah taught
us proximity about 15 minutes ago - is this the fast I seek?
Bowing your head like a reed and covering yourself with sackcloth
and ashes? Is not this the fast I look for, to unlock the shackles
of injustice, to break every cruel chain? Is it not to share
your bread with the hungry, and to bring the homeless poor into
your house?
It is then perhaps
very fitting that on the holiest day of the Jewish calendar
we find ourselves in close proximity to the homeless of our
community as we worship in the Jewish house of God that is geographically
closest to our urban center.
One estimate is that
there are 9,200 homeless people in the state of Minnesota. Approximately
2/3rds of them are staying in shelters. In 2006 there were about
1300 homeless families, a number that has tripled over the last
fifteen years. Nearly half of all homeless people are children.
There are over 400
teenagers who are homeless in Minnesota and a total of 48 beds
available to them at any one time. Those beds, in case you were
wondering, are located 150 yards directly to your right, at
the end of the block. We are in close proximity.
Homelessness, it
turns out, is a vicious cycle. Almost one in ten of those experiencing
homelessness today was homeless as a child. The unfortunate
moving around from place to place has a detrimental effect on
the education of a child. Almost half of these kids attended
two different schools in a year, and a quarter of them attended
three or more schools in a year’s time. Students who moved
three or more times over a half year period scored 20 points
lower than those who had one solid home. And there you have
it – a problem that regenerates itself with each generation.
At the very most
basic level, every child needs a safe place to sleep at night
– for right there you have the root of the future. These
children need to dream of hope for their futures. They have
to know there are others out there who care about their future
so they can give a damn about their own. We have to break the
pattern of hopelessness.
I believe our proximity
to the homeless in our community is having an effect, sometimes
good and sometimes not so good. We react off one another, a
dialogue on some level.
We see them on the
street corner asking for a handout, and we comfort ourselves
by remembering that we’re not supposed to give them any
money because they’ll buy alcohol or drugs with it. And
they respond: I remember seeing one day a man standing on a
corner with a sign that did not read homeless, please help,
but instead: I’m not going to lie to you, I need beer.
At the national biennial
of our Reform Movement here a couple of years ago a homeless
man was playing accordion in the walkways leading to and from
the convention center. At the beginning of the convention he
was playing Silent Night and Winter Wonderland, and not getting
much attention. Within a few hours he had figured it out and
was playing Dreidl Dreidl and Hava Nagilah, and was making some
bucks, and connections. True story.
We say to ourselves
– I work hard, I’ve found a way to make ends meet.
Why can’t they? To this we can only look at the facts:
The majority of homeless households are single mothers with
children. The average such household expense for food for a
month is $407. Housing is $855, health care $334, transportation
$421, childcare $990, clothing, $263.
With net taxes the
total comes to $3,719. Let’s say you are that single mother
and you have acquired a job at minimum wage, which, in Minnesota
is $6.15 an hour. Working 40 hours you’d be pulling in
$984. For the sake of argument, let’s say you worked two
full time jobs – 80 hours a week at minimum wage –
that’s $1968, a bit more than half of what you would need
to survive. And many of the homeless in our state are working
hard.
There are dreamers
out there who are talking about ending homelessness in Minneapolis
entirely within ten years. Let’s be frank. A long term
solution involves health care reform, affordable housing availability,
substance abuse treatment, long before people wind up on the
streets or in shelters. But the dreamers say it can be done
if we put ourselves in proximity with our neighbors and see
the situation for what it is and get to know these folks for
who they actually are.
Temple Israel, with
our eastern doors facing the messianic direction need to dream
along with these visionaries. We need to act alongside them.
How beautiful a thing it would be for us, ten year’s hence
to be announcing to the rest of our movement that we participated
in the successful effort of the first major metropolitan area
to literally eradicate homelessness.
You have probably
heard by now that Temple will be opening our doors in January
as a shelter for two weeks. As part of the Families Moving Forward
Program, a consortium of 40 churches (up until now – guess
who is the first synagogue) - 4 to 5 families will come have
dinner with us, stay the night, and leave in the morning for
a Day Center where they will be able to clean up, look for jobs
and housing, their kids can be off to school, and be afforded
a space for their children to play. There are facilities there
for doing laundry, cooking, eating, reading and watching TV
and doing homework.
Yes, it is only four
families and it is only two weeks. But these families are in
transition and they are on their way to full time housing. We
are not going to solve the problem of homelessness with this
effort, but we are going to begin to better understand their
situation by putting ourselves in proximity to them, meeting
those who face challenges we can hardly even imagine, and ultimately,
God willing, and you willing, become part of a major force in
making a long lasting impact on the problem of homelessness.
You know, next week
we bring our children into the Sukkah. We explain that this
is the way our ancestors lived when they were “in transition”
between the enslavement of Egypt and the promise of secure homeland.
We talk about the providence of a roof over one’s head,
and the fragility of that home. We teach them gratitude for
what they have and try to develop in them eyes that can see
beyond their own four walls. And we feel strongly enough about
this effort that for the first time, at least as far as I can
recall, Rabbi Saks is preaching about the same thing downstairs
at this very moment.
But I think the most
profound lesson will occur on a Hebrew school afternoon this
winter, when our own little Shira or Dahvid strides into the
classroom and sees several rolled up inflatable mattresses and
some unusual belongings stored in a corner of the room and asks:
“What, is that?” To which the simple answer will
be: “Well, there is a homeless family staying here with
us for a couple of weeks. That’s their stuff. We’re
helping them get their bearings for a couple of weeks so that
they can find a home of their own.” “But why here?”
she might ask. And our answer to that question is where the
most profound Jewish learning will begin. Her proximity to our
guests will be palpable. Her understanding of the underpinnings
of her faith will be inerasable.
White cards were
distributed along with your service programs. You are asked
to consider volunteering for the Temple Israel Shelter January
20th through February 2nd or helping with systems change work.
Please take the card with you and send it back to Temple Israel
or else complete it and put it in the box in the lobby. Social
Action Committee and TIPTY members will also distribute informational
sheets to you as you leave the building. Please bring in the
items listed or consider making a monetary donation to the shelter
effort.
Some of you may remember
a fellow by the name of John Delapenna. He was “our homeless
guy” as many referred to him – the Hebrew school
kids especially – they said it sort of proudly. John was
here the first several years that I was here. Having just come
from Beth Israel in West Hartford, another large urban reform
Jewish congregation that also had a “homeless guy”
I assumed there was some agency that provided one homeless person
per church or synagogue to add some color or to illustrate the
necessary reality of a religious vision to the congregation
– sort of one step up from a food donation bin.
John came to everything,
whether it was warm or cold out and whether or not there was
food. In getting to know him I learned that John did have options
of places to stay and that he had chosen to live on the streets.
This soothed my conscience a bit. His choice, right?
One evening, at an
oneg Shabbat with a 30 below wind chill blowing outside John
approached me and asked if I would put him up for the night.
In my house. I couldn’t do it. I offered to bring him
to a shelter or to pay for several nights lodging in a hotel,
and take him there that very instant. He wasn’t interested.
As I learned later, John approached another congregant that
night who did put him up in their home for the night.
But that night I
lay in bed thinking about the roof over my head. About my need
to first protect my family. There it is, I thought. I have drawn
my line as to the extent of proximity I personally am willing
to engage in with the homeless. I felt terrible.
I talked to John
a couple of days later and he had forgotten about it and moved
on, literally and figuratively. But a year later, on a particularly
bitter cold winter’s night, when John was discovered frozen
to death under an overpass, the episode came back to me vividly.
Temple donated a
small plot at our cemetery to inter his ashes. I was to officiate
at his funeral two days later and I expected it would be me,
John’s remains and a few Temple congregants who might
have heard about his death and were available that afternoon.
Over 80 people showed
up at John’s funeral. Turns out, though he did not necessarily
choose to stay in a homeless shelter or accept donations to
put him up in a motel, John had many homes. He held court in
a number of places. Outside Whole Foods, downtown, and yes,
Temple Israel was one of his homes. He had a community. Several
actually.
John had about 6
books in his possession when they found him. They were given
to me. One was a book on Kabbalah with much of certain chapters
underlined. I turned to the chapter on Tikkun Olam and noticed
it had caught John’s interest. Tikkun Olam – repair
of a broken world, an ancient Kabbalistic idea.
How much there is
to do, I thought. So many fragments spinning chaotically through
the cosmos. The very least we can do is to ensure that the youngest
and most vulnerable of those fragments find their way to a warm
bed, a smiling, encouraging countenance, a hot meal and an encouraging
send off to a day of school with the promise of a home to which
they will return that afternoon. Really, is this too much to
guarantee to every young citizen of this great city?
What do you say?
On this holiest day of the year, let’s be visionaries.
Let’s put Temple Israel and Minneapolis on the map as
partners with God in proving to the rest of the country that
the cycle can be broken, the future can be secured, and a broken
world can be repaired.
There are people
in this village who believe. It is a place where God’s
work is done. It is a good place to live.