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Open Letter to My Students 89: Ambassadors of God

Behind all the apples and honey, beyond even the prayers and the shofar soundings, there is the demanding side of Rosh Hashanah, the side that spells “responsibility” — especially so, this year. In the 80+ years that I have been alive, responsibility has never weighed as heavily as it does now.

How do we negotiate, let alone solve, the issues facing Israel?  How can we even keep up with the headlines that present an imminent and real threat to America’s democracy? What will happen if right-wing (or even neo-Nazi) parties win elections in Europe? Is there any way to stem the tide of antisemitism from both the right and the left; to defuse the culture of anger and hate that corrodes our body politic? Can we extricate ourselves from the social-media logarithms that control the way we think? Can we save our very planet from destruction? And how about those AI data centers that are taking over the country? “But what can we do?” people ask. “How can an ordinary person like me make a difference?” 

I won’t belabor the usual answers, things like: Vote; take your neighbors with you; drive others to the polls; leverage your influence by donating money to organizations that can make a difference on your behalf. I support all such strategies. But I have something to add, not any particular thing to do, but a thing to be; and it begins with responsibility.

When we think of responsibility, we normally mean “being responsible for.” We are “responsible for” taking care of the people who love us, fulfilling our moral duty, doing the right thing. 

But there is a prior consideration: not “responsibility for” but “responsibility from” – by which I mean where we get the responsibility in the first place. The moral problem is not simply, “Have we been responsible for…” because everyone, more or less, thinks they have. Take the case of a White Nationalist who thinks America should overhaul its culture to enforce a particular brand of Christianity on everyone. For such a person, the “responsible” thing to do is to expel all people of color. Or consider the Jewish case, the settlers who are religiously committed to owning the entire biblical Land of Israel. For them, a terror campaign to evict Arab farmers from their West Bank land is exactly what responsibility demands. In a way, even a murderer for hire is “responsible for” carrying out the killing. 

So just telling people to act responsibly is relatively useless without the prior question of what they think their responsibility is in the first place. What really matters is where they derive responsibility, and in that regard, we individuals can make a difference.

It helps to think of ourselves as ambassadors to the world. The minute we suit up and show up, we automatically do so as someone who embodies a certain set of values, values that define our character and determine how we behave. What makes us “ambassadors,” however, is our conscious understanding of our role in living those values. Unlike people who go through life relatively unselfconsciously, ambassadors regularly evaluate how their actions reflect upon themselves, and, by extension, upon the source of the values they espouse.

Ambassadors are ordinary people who go about their affairs as usual, but who do so knowing every moment that everything they say and do portrays the kind of person they are. What matters is not just how we act in the world, but how we consciously act so that others will admire what we stand for. 

It is not too much to say that ambassadors have been “called” to be exemplars. The Bible calls such people prophets, selected by God to declare a message of what God wants from us; and it makes no bones about the courage needed to accept such a role. Jonah actually tries to escape that responsibility. For good reason, the Book of Jonah became the Torah portion for Yom Kippur: not just because Jonah tried to avoid responsibility but because we might too.   

If being a modern-day prophet sounds too daunting, consider a more modest example from a talmudic attempt to array various negative behaviors on a scale of consequence (Yoma 86a).  The worst behavior entails “Anything we do that would cause our friends to be ashamed of us.” It is called “the desecration of God’s name,” because what we do reflects upon where we get our values from. Showing up as ambassadors carries the additional weight of knowing that we do not just represent ourselves; we represent a far deeper cause and calling. 

A country’s ambassadors know that what they do inevitably reflects upon the country that sends them. We should consider ourselves no less than ambassadors whose behavior reflects on God.

Ambassadors of God deliberately act so as to exemplify the ultimate source of value that is divine. The Talmudic discussion provides an example. When one rabbi (Abaye by name), buys meat from a butcher, he pays him promptly, lest the butcher suspect that a pious Jew might try to avoid paying; and conclude that God, therefore, is a cheat as well.

Everyone is potentially an ambassador of something, not just the “good guys” – which is why we cannot abandon the field to the “bad guys” who consciously exemplify those causes and callings that we deplore. My High Holy Day lesson this year is the urgency of our prophetic calling, the need to show up in the world as exemplars of what we believe to be truly dear. 

By ourselves, we may be unable to impact national policy, decide an election, and combat the macro forces of hate and despair. If, however, we suit up and show up as conscious ambassadors of God, if we consciously act in such a way that our friends would never be ashamed of us, we can make a difference in the micro world where we live our daily lives.

Open Letter to My Students 81: Recapturing Eternity

It is time to reclaim timelessness, “foreverness,” the way we fit into eternity. But only the right kind.

The “right kind” is not new; and it takes two forms. Individually, eternity is some form of “moreness” in which we participate after we die; and, possibly, before we are born as well: an eternal soul, perhaps, that transcends our corporeal being and produces our deepest form of identity in this, our earthly state. There is also a corporate dimension, the way even our tiny lives contribute to a larger destiny for humanity – if not an actual eternity, at least an “almost” one, in that we see our impact joining that of others and stretching out at least as long as our planet survives (some 7-8 billion years or so).

Despite the impossibility of producing evidence one way or the other, we have believed in at least one of these two eternities for almost all of human history. Despite the  same impossibility of producing evidence one way or the other, many people now disparage that belief – with terrible consequences. Among them is the urge to carve out ersatz experiences of eternity: oases of quietude or of hedonistic pleasure that deny reality round about them. Like William Wordsworth, “The world is too much with us.” By “getting and spending,” he added, “we lay waste our powers.”[i] Not so us. We conclude, falsely, that by “getting and spending,” we can escape the noise around us while the world goes away.

Alas, the world never does go away. 

A case in point comes from Jenny Erpenbeck’s remarkable novel, Visitation. A woman moves into a spacious lakeside estate, what she calls her “piece of eternity.” In the perfection of being that followed, “her laughter was the laughter of today, of yesterday and just as much, the laughter of twenty years ago,” as if time were “at her beck and call, like a house in which she can enter now this room, now that.” 

But the world intrudes. It is the early days of Nazi Germany; she must ignore the fact that the property has been “purchased” from Jewish owners who were forced to “sell” it. Then the war doesn’t go well, and the woman’s finances are drained. When the war finally ends and Soviet soldiers utterly ransack the place, the woman bemoans their “drilling a hole in her eternity.”[ii] Her remaining years are spent stranded in Communist East Germany. She is clearly on the wrong side of history. 

Now let us extend the story. With her false eternity fading away, the woman discovers she will inevitably age, sicken, and disappear into the nothingness of death, that, for her (with no real eternity to draw upon) must be like the black hole of dying stars that suck up the light of the universe and never give it back. 

“Mass,” say the physicists, is the amount of matter in an object, the extent of its resistance to being buffeted about by change. What if humans have not just physical mass, however, but moral mass as well, measurable by the extent to which we resist being thrown into dismay by the events of the moment? What if moral mass is augmented by imaginative mass, the capacity to think beyond the moment, to see ourselves as part of a larger cosmic plan where the “almost” eternity of history and the actual eternity of a soul are better measures of what matter? 

We need not make do with counterfeit eternities and the knife wounds of history that perforate it. We can look to those real eternities of which we are a part. Eternity is not a carved-out part of life; life is a carved-out part of eternity.

I said that there is no real evidence of either eternity, but where there is no evidence, the Talmud suggests there may at least be intimations: finite intimations, that is, of infinite realities.  Shabbat, for example, is an intimation of the world to come. Yom Kippur is shabbat shabbaton, “a sabbath of sabbaths” where the gates that open onto rebirth and a betterment of time never close. 

So too we have humanity’s own intimations of timelessness: Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata for example. And nature’s own intimations too: a harvest moon; sunsets over the ocean; and stars – the endlessness of starry nights, stretching into vastness. Like ultra-rationalist Emanuel Kant, I too am filled with awe by “the starry heavens above and the moral law within.”

Medieval rabbis ascribe special necessity for congregations gathering on the High Holy Days not just to pray together but to pray out loud together so that “individuals may learn from one another.”[iii] What must they learn, if not the intimation that none of us need face the future alone? The High Holy Days also spotlight the absence of those who once sat beside us but are no more. I hear Kol Nidre and sing Avinu Malkenu in a room filled with people and a space that is resonant with those who once heard and sang as I still do, but who are gone. I am part of a generational chain, dedicated to the promise that goodness, sweetness, and kindness will prevail. 

When artificial attempts at manufacturing eternity are hollowed out by the terrors of time, I remember that no amount of leakage can make actual eternity less than what it is. Take away a million, a billion, a trillion, from infinity, and you still have infinity.  Bombard eternity with however many attacks on the human spirit, and you still have eternity. These days of anger, confusion, and fear, are real. But what keeps me going is the High Holy Day intimation that in my own little way I am part of something more capacious, part of two kinds of eternity that are just as real and maybe even more so. 


[i] William Wordworth, sonnet, “The World is too much with us,” composed c.1802. 

[ii] Jenny Erpenbeck, Visitation. Original German, Heimsuchung, 2008. English ed., Susan Bernofsky, trans., New York: New Directions Publishing Corp., 2010, pp. 52, p. 51, 54, 55.

[iii] See, e.g., Mateh Moshe, by Moses ben Abraham of. Przemyśl, 1591, Section 693.