I have been thinking about
All of these years
As a rabbi.
They have not passed
In the blink of an eye.
Yet, I still can’t believe
That this journey
As a congregational rabbi
Is coming to a close.
With the unexpected flurry of activity
Which the pandemic
Has added to this time of transition,
I feel fulfilled, and a bit exhausted
Gratified, and somewhat stressed
Satisfied, and sad that personal contact
Has happened mainly on computer screens.
Every year has been different
One from another
In its specific challenges.
Still, every year has featured
The landmarks of the Jewish calendar
Shabbat, holidays
The repeating cycle of Religious School
Life events for members of all ages
Programs clustered
in the months of August through May
that included
Study groups
Annual Meetings
Jewish Food Festivals and other fundraisers
Community worship services and programs to mark Thanksgiving and Martin Luther King, Jr. day
Clergy gatherings
And attendance at national conventions
Where i joined with rabbis and with colleagues in Jewish music and education
To learn, to absorb to grow.
There have been years putting forward
the fruits of my personal expression
in prose and in song
Within the congregation and in the community.
There are family photographs taken every year at Tashlich,
The rabbi leading an enthusiastic congregation in his white robe on Sukkot and Simchat Torah and at Consecration and Confirmation services,
And wearing a variety of hats while singing Purim songs before the Megillah reading or Purimspiel.
There were rabbinic and personal moments merged into one at weddings, birth ceremonies, bar/bat mitzvah services, Confirmation, and funerals.
There were hellos, and goodbyes, and hellos.
There were moments for speaking my mind and times when keeping silent was, sadly, necessary.
There were people to meet, good people in the congregation and in communities,
Some becoming lifelong friends.
There were encounters with governors, members of Congress, famous folksingers, noted authors, famous biblical scholar, the creator of Star Trek himself, and a future president.
Moments of solemn remembrance, as well as collective protests against hatred, were turned into community gatherings to sing and share.
There were many episodes of challenge, too many, when alternative choices for behavior (whether on the part of others, or, admittedly, my own) could have changed an unfortunate outcome...or, perhaps not.
Mainly, there were
Milestones celebrated, smiles shared
Harmonious voices joined in a unified chorus
Children and adults growing into themselves as Jews and as human beings
Values taught
Lessons learned (sometimes the hard way)
Helping hands extended
Love expressed, especially within and throughout the generations of my own family
Communities built based on shared principles
And a hope
That the foundations of all of these efforts
Will last for all those whose lives were touched
And will persist and serve as seeds for renewal
In the heart and mind
Of at least
This rabbi.
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