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COMMENTARY BY CANTOR ARLENE BERNSTEIN
APRIL 2007


Israel: A Land, A People: Eternally Connected

Cantor Bernstein    
Photo by
Chris Gaines
It is the time of day that we call bein hasmashot—literally 'between the suns'— just as the sun is setting and the moon is rising. The air is crisp and clear and one can smell the fragrance of rosemary in the air. The Sabbath is ending as I walk through a myriad of women quietly praying—holding sprigs of rosemary—each swaying to their own softly spoken prayers. Some are with eyes closed, others with palms raised upwards to the beautifully hued skies. I am struggling to move myself forward—small step by smaller step, turning sideways, excusing myself at every bump and turn. Finally, I reach my destination.

Leaning forward, I place my forehead and hands on the cool smooth Jerusalem stones. Tears stream down my cheeks—I am connected to the Ancient Temples of Kings David and Solomon. I hear the voices of the builders and the cries of those who witnessed the destruction.Voices of triumph, joy, pain, pleading and thanks swirl around me.

But this is not my only stop: I walk the hills of Modi'in—the Maccabees fought there. The sea of Gallilee laps at my feet; silence envelops me at the burial site of Abraham, Issac, Jacob, Sarah, Rebecca and Leah. This land, this soil, these caves, this wall—is our history—our collective memory. There is no place in the world like Israel and no city like Jerusalem. For thousands of years this land has been holy for Christians, Moslems and for Jews. Standing at the gates of the Old City you can feel the anticipation of the Pilgrims' walk up the mountain to Jerusalem on their way to the Holy Temple to rejoice on the festivals of Sukkot, Pesach and Shavuot. Before the dawn you can make your way up the snake path to Massada (or take a modern 'elevator' to the top) and feel the strength and loyalty of those last days. At every turn, with every step, you will find yourself at another place described in the Torah, the Prophets and the Writings. This is not a destination, this is home.

Do not be mistaken by my romantic ruminating and remembrances that I think our home is a perfect place. It is far from it. This is one land inhabited by two distinct peoples; this is a land driven by the religious right as concerns law. This is a land where a Reform Jew might feel like a religious second-class citizen. There are not two or three major political parties—there are eleven which have seats in Israel's Knesset (parliament). And there are at least seventeen more which take part in elections and split the votes.

Time is marked by the Jewish calendar; there are six day work weeks; the population is an endless melting pot, which doesn't really melt until (or if) young men and women enter the world of Tzahal–the Israeli Army. Israel is not perfect. Some of its issues are being addressed and repaired. Some, it appears, will never find a solution. Such is the way, at one point in time, of all of the world’s country-states, kingdoms, colonies and principalities. No matter the problem, no matter the grave issues which face the country of Israel, thousands of miles away from San Diego, this county is part of our sure and certain heritage and destiny. For whenever a Jew prays, she looks eastward to Jerusalem. Whenever a Jew is named, marries or dies, he is a "Son of Israel." We are people who struggle with the concept of God; who know that we are connected to a land; who pray for the peace of that land and the people living there—even if we have never been to see that land, walk its streets or put our hands into its soil.

The land of Israel is our past, present and future. It is my fervent prayer that each of you will have the privilege of seeing the land of our ancestors, the biblical land of "milk and honey," the land our people have yearned and died for over so many thousands of years. This year, the modern State of Israel will reach its fifty-ninth birthday. Those years cannot be taken for granted. As Jews living in the Diaspora (outside of Israel) we continue to struggle with minority and anti-Semitic issues. We connect ourselves with Jews the world over. But our hearts will always be and must always be turned toward Jerusalem, turned toward Israel–towards the east. The Jews there need our love and support.

The land needs to be nurtured, planted and most importantly visited by us, our families and friends. It is my own feeling that every Jew should spend as much time in Israel as possible. There the Bible will come alive, our history can be traveled, our language spoken and our allegiance sure. As we are Americans, we are also sons and daughters of Israel—a people and a land. May each of us, in our lifetime have the opportunity to walk the paths of our ancestors and rejoice as Joshua and his people did, in this promised land.

Cantor Arlene Bernstein