{"id":17981,"date":"2014-08-29T16:59:27","date_gmt":"2014-08-29T22:59:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.crescentcityjewishnews.com\/?p=17981"},"modified":"2014-08-29T16:59:27","modified_gmt":"2014-08-29T22:59:27","slug":"for-the-love-of-g-d-and-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crescentcityjewishnews.com\/blog\/for-the-love-of-g-d-and-man\/","title":{"rendered":"For the love of G-d and man"},"content":{"rendered":"

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF<\/em><\/p>\n

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Maybe a better analogy is the squirrel\u2019s love of the tree. Still, far-fetched. There\u2019s an inter-dimensional enigma here. An emotional warp. How can it be?<\/p>\n

Strangely, Leigh Hunt, an English poet who probably never met a Hasid (a form of Judaism) nor knew the term – answered the question with a Jewish slant. He was a Londoner who lived two thousand miles west of Hasid Headquarters in Poland. He was an aristocratic Englishman who, unlike his Polish contemporaries, wore a frock coat and did his best work\u00a0on the Sabbath. Leigh was a good Episcopalian, but somehow saw
\nthe world through Hasidic eyes.<\/p>\n

The poet, in an inspired mood, wrote a poem of 18 short lines; singing the same love-thy-neighbor theme that\u2019s in our prayer book. Unintentionally, it is a very Jewish poem:
\nAn angel alights in the room of Abou Ben Adhem, an exemplary soul who:<\/p>\n

\u201c.. saw within the moonlight in his room<\/p>\n

making it rich like a lily in bloom.<\/p>\n

An angel writing in a book of gold<\/p>\n

the names of those who love the Lord.\u201d<\/p>\n

Abou Ben Adhem, in a flash, sits up in his bed only half awake, but alert enough to know that his visitor is not his cousin from Cincinnati. Am I in your Golden Book, he wants to know. (“Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold.”) The angel sadly shakes his head.<\/p>\n

But the man with a heart for humanity is not disheartened. \u201cWell, he\u00a0says, \u201cput me down as one who loves his fellow man.\u201d<\/p>\n

The angel notes the words of Abou Ben Adhem and disappears. Next night he\u2019s back in the dim bedroom \u201cwith a great wakening light\u201d and his fateful list of those who love the Lord.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd lo, Ben Adhem\u2019s name led all the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Loving your fellow man is like loving G-d, an insight initially proclaimed by our Tanach.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve heard it said that the hardest part of being a good Jew is loving your fellow man. Now I didn\u2019t originate that – it\u2019s probably in the Talmud or maybe in the Tanach from some bitter prophet like Jeremiah. But sadly, it\u2019s true.<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t G-d, himself, tell us we\u2019re a stiff-necked people? Easy going, sweet, lovable people don\u2019t cure polio, don\u2019t split the atom, and don\u2019t win Nobel prizes. They\u2019re too busy
\ndisplaying their love. There’s some furnace going in the core of great people that keeps them from election as most popular kid in school or fraternity\/sorority presidency. You wouldn\u2019t have enjoyed a beer and a bowl of pretzels with Einstein. Your Uncle Louie was probably much better at small talk.<\/p>\n

In all the English vocabulary the hardest word to define is love. It has no synonym – only an antonym. It thinly communicates when it describes our relationship with our fellow creatures – even the four-legged ones. But it miserably fails to describe our feeling to our
\nCreator. Even though my concordance counts it over 150 times in the Tanach.<\/p>\n

In nature, love flows down, not up. A river originating in a mountain peak flows down to water the animal and plant life at its base. I\u2019m convinced that mothers love children more than kids love their moms. Survival of the species demands it. Our limited human
\nunderstanding comes closest to defining divine love by loving our fellow human creatures. And while we\u2019re talking about love and G-d and man and English poets, let me remind you of Alexander Pope – another famous English Bard. He\u2019s clearly on my side: \u201cThe proper study of mankind is man,\u201d he says. \u201cPresume not G-d to scan,\u201d which to my
\nunderstanding says the Creator lies beyond our telescopes.<\/p>\n

What is love? Biblically – I say – that\u2019s not an irrelevant question since our bible tells us countless times to \u201clove\u201d the Lord your G-d. We understand friendship – we know all about lust, we understand why your heart glows when your wife makes kreplach in chicken soup, your favorite. And even closer to your emotional warmth is the sensation of holding in your arms your newborn child. But words fail when we try to cozy up to the Lord. There is awe, respect, and reverence – but love! How to love G-d?<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve never met anyone who loved G-d and could explain that exotic emotion. It cannot be expressed any more than a fish expresses his love for water – his medium. A cat will die fighting to defend its kittens. But does it love them? The cat must have something in her we call love; a very imprecise word. It\u2019s offspring – like its kindred mammal, man – never gives, only takes. Maybe the prophets and Leigh Hunt were onto something. The world for \u201clove\u201d of G-d, as the passion itself, is not in our lexicon. Love thy fellow man. That, itself, is an awesome challenge<\/p>\n

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