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Dear G-d, An Open Letter From a Jew in Pittsburgh

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R. Schneur Zalman distinguishes between the essential being of G‑d, on the one hand, and the manifest revelation of G‑d, on the other. G‑d’s essential being is at once utterly inscrutable and utterly inescapable even when G‑d’s revelation is withdrawn.

‘It is time for a new day to dawn, a day that is entirely Shabbat’

Dear G‑d, the One by whose word all comes to be,

I write to You from Pittsburgh, and from the empty space that only faith can fill. I write to You with the suggestion that Your eternal word shall issue forth anew, “I will descend now and see if the cry that has reached me represents what has been done.” (Genesis, 18:21)

These words, preserved as black fire on white fire in the Torah scroll, were read aloud on the holy Shabbat this week in our locked-down shul.

Then a few lines further we heard Abraham’s echoing plea, “Will You even destroy the righteous … ? Far be it from You to do a thing such as this, to put to death the righteous … Far be it from You! Will the Judge of the entire earth not perform justice?”

But I am not here to write a theodicy, dear G‑d. I am here to talk to You, and to issue an invitation.

I have three young children, and they all love going to shul. This Shabbat morning we got out early, rain jackets zippered against the damp and the drizzle. The youngest, just 18 months old, broke free of my handhold to chase her older brothers down the street.

I was already thinking about this verse; “I will descend now and see.” Not because I had any premonition, but because of its fundamental theological intimations. Is this a Divine admission, that You, G‑d, are somehow aloof, transcending the hum-drum concerns of earthly life, activity and death? Or are You indeed present as “an eye that sees, and an ear that hears” (Avot, 2:1), perhaps even a heart that cares?

Word reaches You of evil on earth, and You say something along the lines of “hmmm … I guess I’ll go down and take a look.”

I am not the first to grapple with this ambivalence. This morning before leaving for shul, I had been rereading a discourse delivered 200 years ago by the Chassidic master Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi. As the Torah reader’s voice resounded in my ears—and as Jews were murdered in my neighborhood—I continued to reflect on his theological intervention:

  1. Schneur Zalman distinguishes between the essential being of G‑d, on the one hand, and the manifest revelation of G‑d, on the other. G‑d’s essential being is at once utterly inscrutable and utterly inescapable even when G‑d’s revelation is withdrawn. “Therefore,” he says, “even children know that G‑d is present, though they have no understanding or grasp of how G‑d is manifest or what G‑d is.”

My own children are downstairs in the basement social hall. There, we hope, they will be safe … so long as no gunman breaches our serene cocoon of a locked-down shul.

The information has come from people in the street, and we have acted on the information that we have. But there is no panic, no pressure. It’s Shabbat, so we do what we do every Shabbat. We pray, we study, we talk, we sing, we eat, we drink.

Despite the horror that we know is unfolding mere blocks away, the Shabbat itself protects us from its own desecration. We hear no sirens. None of us have phones. There are no beeps. No buzzes. No images. It is just us. A community in shul. On Shabbat.

Soon we receive confirmation that the gunman is contained. My wife and I take the kids home for a late-morning nap. A little later, the whole family walks north—through the all-too-quiet streets into the heart of Squirrel Hill—to keep a Shabbat lunch appointment with another family.

This brings us much closer to the action. News vans roll by, so do emergency vehicles. When we encounter other members of the Jewish community, we wave and warmly wish them “Good Shabbos!” or “Shabbat Shalom!” and then stop and quitely share what we know, how we heard, etc.

It’s clear by now that we have suffered a tragedy that we really can’t quantify—and that our community is at the center of an international news story. And yet, it is Shabbat.

It is after Shabbat that I begin to shake.

I first check in with family and friends. Then I read the news and try to process what has happened.

What does it mean? For me, for my family, for the Jewish people, for America, for the world?

What does it mean for You, dear G‑d?

I am reminded of something the Rebbe wrote to Elie Wiesel in 1964:

The question “Will the Judge of the entire earth not perform justice?” can only be authentic and have due power if it is torn from the suffering heart of a deep believer. It is indeed for that very reason that the first to articulate such a challenge was our forefather Abraham, the great believer and father of “believers sons of believers” …

To believe in G‑d is to believe in judgment and justice, to believe that there is an ultimate measure of good that humanity can strive to emulate.

Without a fundamental belief in the Divine measure of good, we are mere humans, left to fend for ourselves in this big lonely world. Faith does not provide us with any easy answers, but it does provide us with something to live for beyond the narrow question of our own comfort and survival. Faith in G‑d gives us faith in humanity, and it is precisely when that faith is betrayed that we cry out in pain, that we feel violated and shattered.

Pain is a sign of faith. It signals our belief that this world can be raised above its station—that human beings can overcome self-interest and put the needs of others ahead of their own.

But the Rebbe makes another, even more important point. It is not simply enough to memorialize the massacred and vilify their murderers. We need to act to ensure that our faith, and the faith of the victims, lives on.

We need to enact good in the world. We need to live good lives. We need to put the collective needs of our communities before our personal priorities.

Pittsburgh is that kind of place. This is a community of believers. A community of people who act for the good of the collective, people who put others before themselves.

It is in this spirit that I write to You, the One by whose word all comes to be; I write to You with the suggestion that Your eternal word shall issue forth anew, “I will descend now and see if the cry that has reached me represents what has been done.” Come and take a look at this community, make Your presence known.

This a double cry:

These are trying times. People are losing faith in one another. We could use some Divine intervention.

In these times, Pittsburgh’s Jewish community stands like an oasis of faith, a beacon of unity. Come and see. Come and be seen. Are we not worthy?

It is time for a new day to dawn. A day that is entirely Shabbat. A day without ambiguity. A day of revelation and song.

By: Eli Rubin
(Chabad.org)

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  1. Aliza

    11/02/2018 at 11:14 am

    ‎OUTPOURING OF LOVE FROM PITTSBURGHERS

    Aliza BasMenachem Eisenberg‎ to Mayim Bialik – upon seeing a video she posted about the Pittsburgh Massacre.

    I was not able to write a comment on your posting about going to synagogue this Shabbat. But I really have something to say.
    THANK YOU!
    I thought I had heard enough already. But took a chance with your video. And am happy I did.

    I live not far from the Shul where the tragedy took place. I drove by the memorial this morning and was delayed by a funeral as I was taking my husband to an appointment.
    I was not prepared for the outpouring of emotion from the doctors, nurses and staff at the facility we went to. It is already Thursday and they still pour out their emotions and declare their dedication to every Jew they see.

    I have an attitude that anti-Semitic attacks happen. And they can happen anywhere. Was I scared last Shabbos when I found out about an active shooter that had not been apprehended and we did not know if he was acting alone? Well, yes. And I was grateful for my fellow congregants who armed themselves and stood guard.

    I thank you because your video has melted some of my indifference about anti-Semitic attacks being something that is part of our lives. One of the attendants I met this morning asked me about what she should wear if she goes to a synagogue. I told her just to dress how she feels comfortable.

    I realize now, that I should go tomorrow night to the open house Shabbat dinner my synagogue is hosting. I have a chance to show my appreciation and respect for my neighbors’ outpouring of sincere compassion.

    Last night my Improv instructor made a point of telling me he had given blood for the wounded.

    In general I find people in Pittsburgh to be friendly. Now I know it is not just superficial. The shooter is not representative of our Pittsburgh neighbors. And the personalities on TV are not necessarily representative. Especially if they get points in some game while proclaiming support.

    But my neighbors, the people I encounter, the real Pittsburghers, are actively engaging in Love Thy Neighbor – to the point that I am astonished. I feel appreciation and comfort and safe. G-d Bless America.

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