In
Jewish tradition, these are the days of counting. Those of us in the
"Diaspora" who live outside the land of Israel usually have two
seders for Passover. During the seder on the second night, we begin counting
"The Omer", the days between Passover and the second of the Three
Biblical Festivals called Shavuot, which means "Weeks" The word
"Shavua" in Hebrew means “week.” Seven days times seven weeks totals
49 days. The 50th day is recognized as the day the Israelites, and all those
with them, stood at Mount Sinai and "Received" The Torah. For
me, Torah means Instruction and Teaching. I know from my studies, that
"all" festivals were probably originally agricultural in nature. At
that time, most people were intimately tied to the land.
The
Jewish Sages created Biblical connections to ancient Israelite traditions.
Passover and Shavuot may have marked the Barley and Wheat Harvests. Sukkot (Tabernacles
or booths), the third Pilgrimage Festival, happened in the fall when fruits and
vegetables were harvested. It was connected
to the Israelite's time in the Midbar (Wilderness). They dwelled in a
"Sukkah" a booth made of some wood and covered in branches. Today, we
eat in “booths” as part of the ritual that recalls Israel's sojourn and
eventual preparation to enter the Promised Land.
The
Days of Counting unfortunately are virtually unknown to many Jews. Passover and
Sukkot are each 8 days long. Shavuot is celebrated for two days outside the
Land of Israel. The counting is known to Christians as the Pentecost. Over
the years, the idea of "Counting" has grown with me spiritually. We
count days all the time. Counting towards a graduation, a birth, something good
and also to things that we fear, or are not so good. I've seen a number of
challenges on Social Media to do something, or try something for a week, for a
month or maybe even longer.
There
is a wonderful book by Mitchell Chefitz called "The Curse of Blessings." There are ten tales told, each
teaching a unique wisdom. My favorite is The
Curse of Blessings. In the title story, an arrogant, uniformed officer of
the law encounters a wise man in rags who puts a most unusual curse on him: to find something new to bless each day-or
die at sundown. He finds something new to bless every day and eventually
his life becomes a blessing to himself and to others. Others are drawn to him
and the recognition of blessings changed his attitude and his actions. I try
and incorporate this idea into my own life. It really has made a difference,
enabled me to be happier and recharges my energy.
Every
day, I count my blessings and recognize new ones I never noticed before. As the
Psalmist wrote: "Teach us to number
our days and help us achieve a heart of Wisdom." As you count your
days, count the blessings, because eventually we will all stand at Sinai and
commit to values and actions to create a better world.
Count
your blessings every day!
Rabbi
Jeffrey Leynor
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