September 18th: Shabbat Shuvah
THIS WEEK IN THE TORAH
Rabbi David E. Ostrich
The following is Rabbi Ostrich’s Erev Rosh Hashanah D’var Torah:
This past summer, in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, we visited a museum dedicated to the art of Walter Inglis Anderson. Mr. Anderson lived in the first half of the last century, and he achieved an international reputation for his paintings and murals. His family had an artistic bent, running a wheel-thrown pottery factory that was highly regarded. But Walter also wandered a different kind of path and became known as an eccentric genius. Basing his work on an intense observation of and interaction with nature, he wove Native American cosmology and his own mystical visions into art that is both strange and captivating.
Much of his inspiration came during camping trips to one of Mississippi’s uninhabited barrier islands. He would sail across miles of the Gulf and then use his tiny boat as a lean-to, spending days and weeks observing nature and spiritually interacting with it. On more than one occasion, he rode his bicycle to New Orleans—through a hurricane—just to experience that aspect of nature. When he returned to Ocean Springs, he would drink to excess and then paint nature-based mystical murals. They are reminiscent of modern primitive or folk art—like that of a Grandma Moses or a Maud Lewis, but there is a much deeper level, one which speaks of a spiritual connection to the cosmos. Though an eccentric and generally an embarrassment to his family, his artistic vision has come to be cherished. Through his particular craziness, one can gain a glimpse into profundity.
And so, with that introduction, let me share with you his motto—a quotation that challenges visitors as they enter his museum: “Beware by whom you are called sane.”
Like a Johnny Appleseed or Elijah the Prophet or Joan of Arc or the Prophet who wrote on Paul Simon’s subway walls, Anderson was not what we would call “sane.” Shedding pretty much every pretense of respectability or conformity, he trod an unconventional path, seeking and expressing truths that a more conventional life might have missed. The irony is that those of us who choose to remain normal can observe the meanderings of such prophetic types and find instruction in their perspectives.
“Beware by whom you are called sane.” When it comes to our sanity or conventionality or respectability, we all look to various arbiters for guidance: social mores, class standards, professional expectations. It is not like we live our lives trembling under the gaze of those around us, but each of us has a strong urge to be accepted and respected. Living in society generally involves following the patterns of our peer groups, and we each develop adaptive skills, adhering to or orbiting near social norms. Uniqueness is okay, but not too much.
This dynamic is very much on display tonight as we Jews return to synagogue and re-enter Judaism’s ambiance. Here, there is a chorus of Jewish voices hoping to influence us. Though we are Jewish all year, there is something about Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur that re-energizes our Jewish sensibilities. In the presence of Jewish family and friends—including our departed loved ones who are happy to see us here, the Jewish voices in our heads call to us and remind us of the mores and attitudes of our Tradition. These calls resonate with the spark of God deep in our souls, and this time and this place invite us to cultivate a more energetic Jewishness.
Rabbi Lawrence Kushner addresses this special sense of presence in his essay Wool Pants. As a child in Detroit in the 1950s, he was forced to wear wool pants to Temple—wool pants that felt like hundreds of little needles poking his legs. Fidgeting was inevitable, but his parents and grandparents insisted on polite and decorous behavior. After all, they explained, “every Jew in Michigan was there,” and he had to look good.
At the time, the future Rabbi Kushner did not appreciate the need to display his respectability and significance in the Temple sanctuary. However, he came to understand how there was a holiness in this social ritual. Showing up at this tribal gathering and looking good reminded him and everyone else of the attitudes and behaviors that comprise our holiness—of the ways that God and Judaism try to guide us. Entering the synagogue, he writes, “is a way of appearing before God who we suspect is not beneath looking through the eyes of the congregation. Being seen by the congregation is like being seen by God. All those souls, together in that sanctuary, make something religious happen.” [Wool Pants, in Invisible Lines of Connection, Jewish Lights Publishing, 1996]
There are many eyes and voices that advise us—subtly guiding our thinking and behavior and mentoring us on how to attain respectability and maintain it. We need not hearken obediently to every voice, but influences are all around, and, as we listen to their cacophony, some voices drown out others.
The problem, from a Jewish point of view, is that, as we negotiate the complexities of life and our many environments, Judaism’s good advice may be muffled, and we have a hard time hearing it. On Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, however, our Jewish voices get back the podium, and they remind us that they need to be heard too. The Jewish voices of Tradition and family have something valuable to say, and though we have the right to discount or edit their messages, we come to synagogue to listen.
I was surprised to hear, a few years ago, Rabbi Sue Levi Elwell use the word counter-cultural to describe Judaism’s voice. I have always thought of Judaism as something traditional and ancient, and so counter-cultural seemed strange. However, after thinking about it for a while, I began to see her point.
In a culture moving at breakneck speed, values are malleable and subject to marketing and technological whims. People are numbers, ideas are created by and manipulated by algorithms, and whatever is good or exciting today may well be gone by tomorrow. When Walter Anderson said, “Beware by whom you are called sane,” he probably did not anticipate the fleeting nature of social judgment, but here we are. Who is determining whether we are sane or not? Upon what basis are they deciding? And is their judgment any more than a passing breeze? Perhaps when evaluating ourselves and our choices, a little more discretion would be helpful. Perhaps some wisdom would be appropriate. And perhaps a message grounded in experience and holiness might help us find clarity and purpose. As the prayer puts it, may God, “endow our fleeting days with abiding value.”
We are all in our own ways modern and mainstream and part of the world, but sometimes the world is in need of moral or spiritual assistance—of a lesson from Torah. Though our Tradition speaks with a chorus of voices, our historical experience of listening to God and of putting God’s values into practice has something to say. Even when the world does not favor Jews, even when messages of morality and godliness need to go against prevailing currents, Judaism offers vital and precious reminders: Kindness is preferable. Wisdom is accessible. Justice is possible. Holiness is always within reach.
The world can sometimes forget its better self, and it can take some counter-cultural reminders to get us back on track. “Beware by whom you are called sane” because those who attempt to influence and lead society may or may not be using good criteria—may or may not be incorporating into their judgments the moral thunder of Mount Sinai, the thunder that can still reverberate in the moral realm. Judaism is here to remind everyone that humankind has been gifted with wisdom from Heaven—that we mere flesh and blood have sacred potential. Sometimes, Tikkun Olam/ Repairing the World requires a jarring cry that challenges ignorance, moral inertia, and spiritual fatigue. God and godliness is always a possibility.
Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur can be compared to visits home. Leaving our regular lives and returning to our ancestral and portable homeland, we remind ourselves of sacred traditions—of the memories and sensibilities that comprise our sacred and continuing history. We return to the love and wisdom of Tradition, and we re-engage our relationship with God.
Though Walter Anderson is not someone I want to emulate, his unique perspective and refusal to be cowed into submission by the prevailing wisdom can be instructive. The voices which declare us sane or not may or may not be well-grounded. May or may not be speaking factually or justly or honestly. Challenging these declarers of “sanity” and respectability may be a necessity for salvation. Walter Anderson and other prophetic types may occupy precarious positions on the precipice, but their different perspectives can allow them and us to see and understand things that escape us in daily life. Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur offer us a change of perspective—one that can clarify and inspire and remind us of possibilities the world outside may not see. When we look at the world through Jewish eyes—through the eyes of Torah, what God needs us to see is visible.
