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Parsha Bo: This is the Meaning of Life (Ex. 10:1 – 13:16)

Ahhh Parsha Bo, finally the plagues burdening the Egyptians come to an end and Hashem gives us Jews the holiday Passover. No matter how hard I might try I will never know where to begin to make sense of the final plague which subsequently leaves the first born male in every Egyptian household without life, and yet Bo is an integral portion in trying to understand Hashem and just how we are created in His image.

Judaism is monotheistic period. This means everything, or lack thereof, emanates from one source, Hashem. Whether it is righteousness, wickedness, or something in between the root, the seed, the source is the same and never wavering. We as human beings are created in Hashem’s image and this does not mean He looks like us externally but that we encapsulate pure dualism just like Him. Every act, belief, and feeling we have is only present because its opposite is not acted upon. Sure we exist but we emanate good and evil based on our will just like our creator.

Passover is the perfect lesson to explain the compulsions of good versus evil we all have seeded inside of us. In fact this week’s portion is the blossomed fruit matured from the seed sprouting out of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. The Hebrews marking their door posts is a conscious choice to do good when faced with doing evil. This choice to mark themselves apart saves their sons and leads directly towards breaking the yoke of bondage. The Egyptians refusal to do the right thing results in the evil inclination running rampant in their hearts and minds leading to death, sorrow, anger, and the lust for vengeance. Such a heavy portion.

Bo is the perfect moral lesson to carry as a reminder while navigating all of life’s temptations. Sometimes we are the ancient Hebrew yearning to cast off the burden of evil inclinations and sometimes we are the ancient Egyptian willfully afflicting those around us. Bo is more than just the first Passover it is the morality of where we as human beings created in the divine image of Hashem exist. Actions have consequences and only you the individual can choose which path to take.

Jeremiah@punktorah.org Twitter: @CirclePitBimah

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Count Chocula The Omer

“Baruch atah A-donai E-loheinu Melekh Ha-olam asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu al S’firat Ha-omer.”
The worst part of Passover, hands down, is giving up leaven. But just because you can’t eat decent breakfast cereal doesn’t mean that your favorite breakfast cereal characters can’t help you count the Omer! And since we’re talking about “counts”, I know the perfect person to help out…
Count Chocula will be helping us Count the Omer on Facebook starting today! Make sure to follow the Count as he leads us through this amazing time of reflection.
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Passover Video Rodeo!

In the spirit of  Levi Strauss, the second most famous Jewish cowboy next to Kinky Friedman, we’ve rounded up our favorite Passover videos and wrangled them into a video rodeo! Check it out…

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Peel A Pom Passover Haggadah

OneShul community leader Ketzirah is offering her Peeling a Pomegranate Passover Haggadah to the PunkTorah community for only $5. For every 18 haggadot that she sells, PunkTorah will receive $18.00. Awesome!
Here’s some more info on the Haggadah…
The 5th Anniversary edition of the Peeling a Pomegranate Passover Haggadah is an experiential haggadah that engages your sense of wonder. While there are many traditional elements, there are unique aspects intended to create a unique experience. This year, I’m also donating $18 to a Jewish charity, PunkTorah.org, for every 18 haggadot sold. 

There are very few images in this haggadah, because the book is not what I wanted people to focus on, but rather the words and the experience. It is concise with many opportunities to add your own flourishes and customization, if you wish.

If you are an Eco-Jew, Buddah-Jew, Renewal, Jewitch, or any of the dozens of other small enclaves of progressive Jewish thought — I hope this Haggadah will be one that you will treasure for years.

The haggadah is available for only $5 as a PDF, in printer-ready 8 1/2 X 11 full-page format. The PDF of the haggadah will be *emailed* to you.

Meant for the DIY person who wants create their own beautiful booklets, but just needs the text. You can print out as many as you like and add your own flourishes and cover art. I appreciate your supporting the work I do by purchasing your own copy for personal use.

Download the haggadah here and support the PunkTorah community!
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A Punk Exodus

“Now every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock-n-roll
grabs the mike to tell us, he’ll die before he’s sold…”
- Death or Glory, The Clash

By Eric Odier-Fink
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. We’re taught that each of us should feel as if we were personally taken out of Egypt, and that we should each examine our own lives to find and be freed of our own, current pharaohs. Our own personal liberation from Mitzrayim, the ‘narrow places’. Growing up in Brooklyn in the 70′s and 80′s, most places felt narrow. This was not a unique experience, not for the time nor the place. Without the suffering confines of youth, little progress would be made. Dissatisfaction is what breeds innovation. But I happened to have my childhood and adolescence run side by side (forgive the reference) with that of punk rock.

The promise of the new era of the 60′s was already waning by its end- the promised land of Cana’an had run dry. The hippies were already giving up and/or giving in (this is over simplification, but stands for a short piece), and true redemption was being forfeited for either the decadence of the disco, the surrender of the mediocrity of soft rock, or conservatism of Southern rock. Some got lost in fantasy, others in despair. Some just got drunk and screwed anything they could. I don’t blame them. Entirely. They had been presented with the hope of the social movements, only to find that sustaining those movements against overwhelming odds and Pyhrric victories was simply too hard for most.

We, the true believers in something better- and better for *all*- were a bit lost. Iggy, the first of our brothers to have visions of what could be was cast out. Just too radical a message, him, the Stooges, and the MC5. Maybe, had they been heeded, the famine might have ended. But down to Egypt we went.

Even as a young boy, living in NY in the 70′s made me believe the world was falling apart. And while I wax nostalgic for it now, at the time things really were bleak. And then the bush caught fire: a couple of Jews from Queens and a couple of their friends, calling themselves the Ramones, started screaming. They were as eloquent as a their mentally handicapped mascot, but they transmitted one important message: this way out. And to complete the narrative, someone or something had to play Moses: a wanderer, educated yet adrift, named John Mellor, heard this message and answered the call.

Joe Strummer put the rage of post-60′s frustration to use. He saw what that fire could mean. Papa Joe, throughout his career, actually imagined a better world. And while he toyed with fashion and cool, it was part of a package- the trappings are the medium to get people to the message. Towards the end of his life, middle age, hopefully, for the rest of us, Joe had a bonfire fetish. Just sit around the fire and talk and sing. Spread the message around the flames: The world can be better.

So this may push the Exodus metaphor a bit far, but the point is made: the world can be better, and it is what Torah teaches us.

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D'var Torah For Easter

Is he really going to justify Jews celebrating the death of Jesus?

I know that’s what you’re thinking. Let’s see what this kid is going to do to justify dyeing eggs and making Easter baskets. And we’ll hope the chocolate is at least kosher.

No, I’m not going to tell you to celebrate Easter. But I am going to tell you that many Jewish families have, and will.

My first experience  with this was six years ago from a girl I was trying to get with. Her family was from Poland and she talked lovingly about her Jewish background. She also told me that every year she colored Easter eggs.

How, I asked, could she do that and remain authentically Jewish?

She told me that her mother didn’t think anything of it: what is so religious about dyeing eggs?

Recently, another friend of mine and I talked about Easter eggs. “What’s dyeing an egg? We can do that anytime we want!” And I agree. Why can’t I dye an egg?

If you look at Easter, as we celebrate it culturally, it really isn’t very Jesus-y. It’s more about spring time, renewal, and of course, copious amounts of chocolate.

I think there is something in the collective unconscious that makes a lot of holidays fuse together. Passover seder plates have eggs: so does Easter. Purim involves giving away baskets of gifts. Again, that’s Easter. And who can forget the chocolate gelt from Hanukkah.

What I would recommend is that we look at the fun parts of Easter and find ways to make them Jewish. Why can’t the egg on the seder plate be a chocolate egg? How about we hide the broken piece of matzah (afikomen) in one of those plastic eggs they sell at the grocery store?

This isn’t idolatry or mixing faith traditions. It’s doing what Jews have always done: taking the best of what’s around us, and translating it to our own tradition.

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Counting the Omer and You…

Michael מִיכָאֵל

In the Torah, G-d commands us to count the days starting from the second day of Pesach until Shavu’ot. Counting these days is known as “Counting the Omer”. An “omer” was a unit of measurement of barley that was presented as a sacrifice at the temple up until the day of Shavu’ot (the Giving of the Torah). This is a traditional time of partial mourning commemorating a plague during the time of Rabbi Akiba, and weddings, parties, and dinners that include dancing are postponed. We also refrain from cutting our hair. On the 33rd day of the Omer, we celebrate a temporary break in the plague, known as Lag b’Omer, and the restrictions are suspended briefly.

Traditionally we “count” the Omer at night using a special blessing:

“Baruch atah A-donai E-loheinu Melekh Ha-olam asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu al S’firat Ha-omer.”
(“Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe, Who has sanctified us with His commandments and commanded us to count the Omer.”)
You then state the day of the Omer:
“Today is (the number of days) days, which is (number of weeks) weeks and (number of days) days of the Omer.”

The sacrifices made on Passover were of barley. The sacrifice made on Shavu’ot was of loaves of wheat. What is the significance of this? The Kabbalists tell us that the barley, a food normally consumed by animals, reflects our animal natures. Wheat symbolizes humanity, because it takes a person to make bread. The change to the sacrifice of  wheat demonstrates our interior growth from animal to person, from the slavery of Egypt to the freedom to participate in the redemption of the world.

So, what does this all mean to us now? Well, it can mean many things. Counting the Omer can be used as a tool of self reflection. We can take this time to recognize the miracle of the Exodus from Egypt, from the gift of our freedom. The Sages tell us that G-d freed us from slavery in order to give us the Torah on Shavu’ot, so this should be a time of preparation. Counting the Omer gives us the time to learn from the gift of freedom G-d has given us and incorporate it into our lives, to grow one day at a time, taking a spiritual accounting, to make sure that we are heading in the right direction, to look at what we are doing that is right or wrong and to try to make ourselves ready to receive the honor of the Torah.

Counting the days is another way of directing our mindfulness to the passage of time. Be aware of the days as they pass, count them, give them meaning. We have been freed from slavery, rejecting the confusion and idolatry (philosophically, literally, and spiritually) of our own Egypt’s and are being made ready to re-focus our lives.

Most of all, use this time! Don’t let it go! Instead of some celebration of a sacrifice in a temple that happened thousands of years ago, we can turn it into something meaningful to us today. Not a static set of days, but a process. There is no payoff without preparation.

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I Love Pesach

(Originally Posted On FrumSatire)

By Heshy Fried

I absolutely love long Jewish holidays like Pesach. I know that many folks can’t wait for it to be over, whenever someone says that on shabbos I want to smack them, you can’t talk about such holiness like shabbos and say that you want it over with already – why are you keeping shabbos if you hate it and don’t believe in it’s healing properties? But Pesach heartache is understandable, people just can’t go that long without pizza, can they? I surely can (I haven’t had milchigs in 2 months, I miss it dearly), yes it’s a royal pain to eat overpriced chocolate bars for energy on long distant hikes and bike rides, but I deal and I love Pesach in all of its 8 days of glory. I also work for a company that gave me off for all of Pesach, I could understand the pain that people have when they have to use up all of their vacation days for Jewish holidays, although they might want to have the thought that they wouldn’t have that job unless God wanted them to and therefore God knew they would have to give up their vacation days willingly to please him.

I used to hate the seder, I think it could be better, probably because most people don’t really do the seder right, they tell technical divrei torah which have nothing to do with telling the story of leaving Egypt and then they sing traditional songs while the people who can read super fast go about it on their own. I guess I wish sedarim were a bit more interactive and actually did make children ask question – because I have seen that maybe twice, it seems that children only ask questions because in yeshiva they tell you that children are supposed to ask questions.

Think about it, the story of the Jews leaving Egypt is probably the most kick-ass story in biblical Judaism, Chanukah, Shavuos and Purim don’t come close to Pesach, they don’t have as much action going down. I like to think that the story of the Jews leaving Egypt starts with the story of Yosef and his brothers, which could be made into a movie, simply amazing the drama of that story. Then the pharaoh getting all hard on the Jews, flip flopping his political views kind of like Obama on Israel and then we build the pyramids which are super cool, although using babies as stones isn’t cool. The plagues, holy crap people, I can’t believe that during the seder, the attention of the plagues is lost on a little dabbing of wine and proclaiming the plagues – we should talk about this stuff, it’s super cool and everyone out of yeshiva doesn’t talk about it for 2 months leading up to Pesach.

What I really want to know is what other plagues were there? I always hear about these midrashim that say there were a slew of plagues besides for the ten biggies. Did everyone’s clothing burn up in the middle of the marketplace forcing everyone to walk back home naked? Did the camels start eating people? Maybe they ran out of parking spots and everyone had to circle their camels for days just to find one.

“Let My People Go” is probably the most bad-ass line in the whole torah, it’s not even made up, it’s right there in the scripture, not some Charleton Heston line. Did you ever think about the fact that pretty much everyone was black in Egypt, wasn’t Moshe Rabeinu black, that means everyone was way cooler than we can even imagine.

The splitting of the sea, that alone is enough to excite any scientist into explaining the prevailing winds and how they must have blown hard enough to split the sea. I do love how non-believing scientists have tried to explain how splitting of the sea were possible in a book they view as mythological, do their endowments and grants fund mythological explorations? I remember sitting in ninth grade learning about how any Jew could reach into the water and pull out whatever they wanted, I was sitting in class daydreaming about walking on the sea bed, chugging a mountain dew that I had just pulled out of the wall of water and thinking about which Ben and Jerrys flavor I wanted to pull out next, as I was day dreaming I was wondering if the ground was muddy and if the Jews were all wearing Tevas or Birkenstock sandals.

I also look forward to Peach because to me it’s like having a bunch of shabbosim in a row. I know a lot of people don’t like the whole shabbos chol hamoid thing because they want to be able to hit p as many Boro Park carnivals, Lipa Schmeltzer shows and kosher circuses as possible. I wonder if the “things to do on pesach sections” in those free community advertisement books they have in heimishe establishments are cut down this year, although they usually include the same things every year. I can sum it up for you, you can go to the Liberty Science Center, Ellis Island, The Tenement Museum, The Museum of Natural History and Uncle Moishes Carnival on 13th avenue and 44th street.

Pesach has a shorter less physically intensive davening than succos, although I still love succos and it’s my favorite holiday for obvious reasons (outdoors nut and honey on challah lover here) I still like Pesach for its length, one of the reasons I dislike shavuos and Rosh Hashanah are their lack of length, the first day is always warm up and by the time you’re in spiritual high mode everyone’s making havdalah, I know that both Shavuos and Rosh Hashanah have the days leading up to them that are supposed to put us in that frame of mind – but I need a little more starting time. Of course Pesach has starting time because of shabbos hagadol (where I was this shabbos doesn’t even have shul on shabbos afternoon) and cleaning my car and apartment for chometz got me in the Pesach frame of mind hey isn’t that a Billy Joel song?

I am not one for spending holidays with family, mostly because my family lives in a place I find kills my spiritual state and makes me hate being religious, except before my dad got remarried and I would take him with me to my friends houses. Actually one of the things I dread about marriage is falling in love with a girl from a place that I don’t care for. The last two years I did Pesach with one of my best buds in Denver, he would set up all the meals so that we could get the best food and company at the same time – I am the same way with meal settings, there is a lot of detail that goes into spending shabbos or a holiday somewhere, it’s never simple. This year I am staying in Northern California and looking forward to my first two days in San Francisco, and the last two days in the Sierra Nevada near Tahoe where I plan to try out my hand at gold panning.

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Vegetarian Gefilte Fish Recipe

Here’s an excellent recipe for Vegetarian Gefilte Fish from our friend Melanie.

Thanks Melanie!

Vegetarian Gefilte Fish

* 6 eggs – 5 of them hardboiled
* 1 large onion chopped fine
* tablespoon oil
* 1 carrot
* 1 medium potato
* 2 teaspoons matzoh meal
* salt & pepper

1 – Saute the onion in oil until golden brown
2 – Puree the 5 hard boiled eggs with 2/3 of the cook onion
3 – Put the rest of the onion in a pot with 1 cup of water & bring to a boil
4 – Peel the carrot, cut into round slices, add to the onion water & cook for 1/2 hour
5 – Peel potato and finely grate it
6 – add the grated potato, matzoh meal, & uncooked egg, salt & pepper to the pureed egg-onion mix and stir well.
7 – with moist hands form 6-8 oval shaped balls from the mixture (should be gefilte fish shaped)
8 – Add the balls to the pot with the onion & carrot in it and cook for 20 minutes over low heat
9 – serve cold

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It's Punk Rock to be Wicked

(YentaPunker)

Hurry and clean the bread out of your homes! Quick! Those bagels are about to become the very link to your own personal disconnect with Hashem. What? No bagels? That’s fine, a breakfast burrito or some pancakes will do. Yeah, right! Welcome to Passover! Carbohydrates in some of their best forms become sinful thoughts for eight days.

For two nights (the two seders), we find ourselves surrounded by family and friends. For some, it’s a joy. For many, it’s a challenge. For few, it may be the only Jewish experience we have all year. The way we handle our Judaism can also be compared to the four sons mentioned in the Haggadah. The four sons are: the wise (“Chacham” in Hebrew) , the simple (or lazy, “Tam” in Hebrew), the wicked (“Rasha” in Hebrew) and the silent (“She’aino Yodea Lishol” in Hebrew, meaning “The Son who Doesn’t Know Enough to Ask”).

Many people focus on the one who does not know how to ask. Ironically, however, many of us at the table are actually the wicked son. I mean, if you’re at the table, you probably have the idea you’re Jewish right? It is exactly this that keeps sites like our very own Punktorah.com alive. For many Jews, you have sat year after year at a shabbos table or a Passover seder and thought “Why am I here?”  You know at least the most basic of laws and you might even attend young adult events or have hit a Hillel in college or a BBYO event in your teen years of punk rock rebellion.

What is crucial to understand about all these sons (or daughters… I mean, I am a YENTApunker… not a MENCHEpunker) is that each has a place at the table. What Jewish person wouldn’t have enough food for one more extra person anyway? Yet, it is the wicked son that seems to be embraced by many of us though.  The wicked thinks the laws apply to other Jews, but not themselves.

Situation: It’s a Monday morning and after a long night of punk rock craziness you ignored your alarm. You’re now totally screwed and cannot make it to work on time. You throw on a shirt that is only moderately wrinkled, hop in your economy vehicle, and speed to work.

Now, it is highly possible that a police officer never catches you on the way to work. However, Hashem sees everything.  He knows that you’re aware you’re breaking laws and putting yourself or others at risk. If you continue to speed, knowing the legal limit, you too fit in the wicked category.

Why would I want to label many of my loved ones as wicked and not the wise or the simple? Well… it seems so much nicer to realize we all have an ability to grow. The wise son almost implies we have nothing left to learn. However, our neshamas have much to learn and can always learn more. Many of us are not simple. We are not lazy, we are functioning in the secular and the Jewish community. The long hours of Tikkun Olam have to count for something right? But wicked, many of us proudly are, despite the connotation.

Wicked sounds so unpleasant, but I implore you challenge the connotation and see its beauty.  Embrace the idea that you might learn something at the table or that you might have it in you to learn something this year. Being wicked doesn’t have to be looked upon as bad. Acknowledge and embrace your wickedness. Enjoy it, but use it to identify where you can grow spiritually.

Overall, the laws do apply to us all. This Pesach try and find one law to learn. Hell, pick up some Leviticus and read. It won’t hurt you anymore than those commercials for Viagra do. I mean, if it’s from Hashem  it’s perfect right? So nourish your spiritual roots in four glasses of wine and remember, it’s punk rock to be wicked.

L’Chaim and Chag Sameach!

You’ll never find a better sparring partner than adversity.
-Golda Meir

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