Parshat Terumah<\/em> enumerates the components of the Tabernacle that the Jews built in the wilderness and describes what can be termed the first fundraising campaign in synagogue history.<\/p>\nGrandmother spearheaded synagogue building campaigns wherever she lived: the Lower East Side of Manhattan, Harlem, and finally Brooklyn. But it was not as a community activist that she conveyed her spiritual fervor to me. Rather, it was when she drove me and my cousin, in the shiny black Packard, to purchase kosher groceries in the \u201cold neighborhood\u201d every Sunday morning. She would drive over the Manhattan Bridge, and just as we crossed the river, she would point to a large gray stone building just under the bridge. Her eyes would tear and her voice would choke every time we passed that building. In a very subdued voice, she would deliver this message: \u201cThat building was once a sheel, built by angels. Now it is no longer a sheel. It is a kloyster. Non-Jews worship there.\u201d<\/p>\n
When we asked her why \u201cwe\u201d lost it and whether it was really built by angels, she would respond evasively, in typical grandmotherly fashion, \u201cYou are too young for me to answer you. One day, when you are older, you will understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grandmother passed away more than fifty years ago. Gradually, after her passing, I began to understand who the angels were who built the shul and why \u201cwe\u201d lost it. I discovered the angels when perusing the Midrash Rabba on the Book of Kohelet one Succot afternoon. I came across this passage:<\/p>\n
\u201cRabbi Chanina ben Dosa observed the people of his city bringing materials for the reconstruction of the Holy Temple. He wished to follow their example. He found a large boulder that would serve well as part of the Temple\u2019s new wall. He sculpted the stone and polished it. But it was far too heavy for him to carry up to Jerusalem. He asked passersby to help him, but they would only do so for a fee, which he could not afford. Finally, he beheld five strangers approaching him. They agreed to carry the stone, but only on the condition that he would place his hand on the stone. He did so and suddenly found himself, and the stone, miraculously transported to Jerusalem. The five men were nowhere to be found. He entered the Temple chamber in which the Sanhedrin sat and inquired after them. The sages told him that they were not men, but angels.\u201d<\/p>\n
That passage in the Midrash taught me that those who simply lend a hand to a holy project are granted the assistance of the angels. Angels build synagogues.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s the good news. The sad news is that only angels can sustain synagogues once they are built. Only when those who attend synagogue behave like angels, in a decorous and reverent manner, do synagogues endure. Improper behavior in a house of prayer results in its ultimate destruction. More than one of our great sages has identified irreverence in the synagogue as the reason that many former Jewish houses of worship are now churches or mosques, theaters or museums, and often entirely destroyed.<\/p>\n
I can hear Grandmother speaking to me today: \u201cSynagogues are built by angels, but we must behave in them as angels would. If we don\u2019t, we lose them.\u201d She recognized that the old grey building in Lower Manhattan may have been built by angels, but it wasn\u2019t maintained by angels. It was maintained by those who came to synagogue to chatter idly, gossip maliciously, and cynically mock the rabbi and the cantor. No wonder \u201cwe\u201d lost it.<\/p>\n
Achieving proper synagogue decorum has been a perennial problem for the Jewish community. When a community gathers to build a new synagogue, it does so as a group of angels with noble motives. But as we grow accustomed to the synagogue, as it becomes too familiar to us, we lose our \u201cangelic\u201d enthusiasm.<\/p>\n
The holy Zohar, the magnum opus of Jewish mysticism, devotes much of its commentary on this week\u2019s Torah portion to this very problem. It is excited by the Torah\u2019s description of a successful building campaign, of men and women generously donating gold and silver to the new Tabernacle. But then the Zohar offers these words of caution: \u201cWoe to the person who engages in mundane conversation in the synagogue. He causes a cosmic schism, a degradation of faith. Woe to him, for he has no portion in the God of Israel. He demonstrates by his levity that God does not exist, and that He certainly is not be found in the synagogue. He asserts that he has no relationship with Him, that he does not fear Him, and that he is indifferent to the disgrace of the Upper Celestial Realm.\u201d<\/p>\n
With these words, the holy Zohar expresses in mystical terms what my Grandmother knew with her ample common sense. How well she taught me the lesson of our need to remain \u201cangels\u201d in the synagogue. I can still hear her tearfully grieving for that heilige sheel, and all too numerous other sacred spaces, which \u201cwe\u201d lost because of our callous indifference to the Almighty\u2019s presence.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Gussie Hartman, Gitel bat Tzvi Hersh HaLevi, rest in peace knowing that I am older, and that I understand, and that many others have just read your heartfelt message.<\/p>\n
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