Rooting for Ruth
This week another Jewish holiday was celebrated. Shavuot, the Feast of Weeks, is the third pilgrimage holiday. Did you hear anything about it? Do you know what it’s about? Do you miss it every year???
The first of the pilgrimage holidays, Sukkot, is comprised of rituals that includes building a sukkah, inviting family and friends to eat in it, waving a lulav and etrog, and reading from the book of Ecclesiastes to remind and shed perspective on the Israelite’s time in the desert. The second, Pesach, is a very family-oriented celebration that includes joining in at a seder, reading the hagaddah, eating matzah, and reading from Song of Songs to retell and teach of the Israelites exodus from Egypt and the transformation from slavery to freedom.
Unfortunately, Shavuot tends to slip by unnoticed because it falls in a time slot that often competes with Memorial Day Weekend, graduations, the end of academic calendars, or the start of summer vacations. It’s truly a shame that it does not get more airtime, because it is an interesting “cerebral” holiday with tremendous universal messages. Shavuot is about the revelation at Mount Sinai and the receipt of the Torah. It is a time to contemplate our relationship with God, the land of Israel, and what it means to live a life according to Jewish values.
It is no accident that the commonly read text during Shavuot is the Book of Ruth. In the short read, Ruth speaks to a wide variety of audiences as she teaches lessons of faith, loyalty, commitment, integrity, and love. She is a complex and deep character – a foreigner, a non-Jew, a wife, a childless woman, a daughter-in-law, a widow, a Jew-by-choice (the first “convert”), a connector, the great grandmother of King David – who voluntarily transforms herself in ways that ultimately unite a family and a people with God in the land of Israel.
I love Ruth. I can’t help being drawn to her. I find her confidence, self-knowledge, and fearlessness to be refreshing and inspiring. She is a role model who embodies female empowerment and defies stereotypes. As a Moabite woman, Ruth was married to a Jewish man for ten years during which they had no children. When he died, instead of staying with her family and people, she follows her mother-in-law Naomi back to her homeland – the land of Israel. There, Ruth openly adopts the Jewish way of life and values; eventually marrying one of Naomi’s kinsmen (Boaz) and bearing his child to perpetuate their family line.
What’s notable is what Ruth says and does throughout the book, with no prompting or cajoling. Her decision to follow Naomi – to a strange land and a different religion – displays tremendous courage and faith. Here are a few examples…
First, her actions and subsequent rewards are reminiscent of Abraham’s. In Genesis 12:1-2 (“Lech L’cha”), “God said to Abram, ‘Go for yourself from your land, from your relatives, and from your father’s house to the land that I will show you. And I will make of you a great nation; I will bless you, and make your name great, and you shall be a blessing.’” Ruth bravely follows suit centuries later and reaps similar rewards.
Next, Ruth’s devotion to her mother-in-law cannot be ignored. Her behavior is quite unique and extraordinary. She refuses to leave Naomi; her faithfulness, love, and devotion clearly made evident in her famous declaration: “For wherever you go, I will go; wherever you lodge, I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your god my God. Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. Thus and more may God do to me if anything but death parts me from you” (Ruth 1:16-17). Ruth challenges God to punish her if she waivers from her course. And, despite an unknown and unclear future, she pledges to stand by the widowed, bereaved, and destitute Naomi, with no expectation of remarrying or having children of her own.
Finally, when Ruth takes the initiative with Boaz – the most obvious choice of a husband and sperm donor – in an extremely direct and open manner, she does so with no hesitation, shame, or inappropriateness. The resulting union between them is a proper and legitimate one to perpetuate the family line, and to make Naomi happy. They ultimately are rewarded with the birth of King David.
Ruth emerges as a good person who is more concerned about the welfare of others than her own. A Jewish feminist (Gail Twersky Reimer in “Her Mother’s House”) offers the possibility that marriage and motherhood were not as important to Ruth as the values of loyalty and friendship. While this view may not be popular, it offers a plausible explanation for Ruth’s motivations throughout the book.
So, why do we read Ruth on Shavuot? In four simple words Ruth reveals the essence of what it means to be a Jew – ”Ameich ami, ve’Elohaich Elohai” – “Your people will be my people, and your God my God” (Ruth 1:16). Ruth’s commitment to the Jewish people clearly moved the rabbis of old to include her story in the celebration and liturgy of Shavuot. I believe it was their hope that, just as Ruth made a firm commitment to live Jewishly, the Jewish people would re-examine and renew their own commitments yearly on Shavuot.
Keep your eye on the calendar for next year!
Seeing Clearly
I’ve always been near-sighted. From the age of six or seven, I’ve needed glasses to see the blackboard or anything beyond six inches of my face. I got my first pair in the second grade and I hated them. In the late 60’s, there certainly were not many fashion choices for eyeglass wear. Mine were dark brown, too big for my face, and were a source of ridicule (“hey, four eyes!”)…a total embarrassment for me. I even hated when people tried to compliment me by saying I looked intelligent with them, that they gave me character, or – worse yet – that I looked like a schoolteacher. Getting contact lenses as the age of fourteen helped with my self-esteem issues, but deep down I knew the damage was done.
I wore contacts well. First, hard lenses; then soft; then gas permeable ones. Much to the chagrin of medical professionals, family and friends became accustomed to seeing me occasionally take out a lens, do what was necessary to remove some piece of debris and clean it, pop it back in and move on. Over the years, many new pairs of lenses and cases, various cleaning and wetting solutions, and multiple pairs of backup glasses (only for nights and private family weekend) populated my bathroom cabinet.
Suddenly, last year’s pine pollen season threw me for a loop. Wearing lenses became impossible as miniscule specks of pollen became like grains of sand in my eyes. So, there was only one thing left to do…it was time for some type of Lasik or Intralase eye surgery!
When preparing for this type of eye surgery, one must accept the remote chance that blindness could be a possible outcome. Sure, the doctor’s practice brags, “According to our most recent, three-month (stable) data for WaveFront IntraLASE, in over 400 myopic (nearsighted) patients, over 96% saw at least 20/20 at distance with binocular, uncorrected vision. 100% saw 20/32 or better. Almost 80% saw BETTER than 20/20!” But, seriously, are they going to say, “only 20% of our patients were disappointed and/or went blind”? Though a potential disaster was highly unlikely, the concept involuntarily kept crossing my mind as I processed the idea of a laser beam cutting flaps across and then reshaping my corneas…
I calmed myself by thinking about my blue eyes and what they’ve seen over the years; people, places, animals, nature, disasters, books, food, etc. And then I thought of this blog, “Through Jewish Eyes”, and what it means to me. The truth is that my perspectives on the world and the things I’ve experienced through my life have very little to do with my eyes. My lifelong obsession with them actually has nothing to do with who I am and what I care about. Oh, they may cause me to create an initial impression of things, but my beliefs, thoughts, and feelings over the years have been far more trustworthy than what my eyes may have seen.
Sight, for sure is important, but vision is what really matters. I envision a world where people of different religions, races, ethnicities, or sexual orientations can live together in harmony and with tolerance; a world where we each contribute to making it a better place; a world where technologies unite, rather than divide people.
I had the surgery. I don’t need rose- or any other colored-glasses anymore. I can see clearly – up close and further away. But it’s my vision of the future that will require ongoing enhancements to achieve clarity, focus, and results.