martes, marzo 18, 2008

Religión en un mundo abierto (y virtual)

Hoy, en uno de los artículos más interesantes que he leído en El PASQUÍN (que de último se ha dedicado casi exclusivamente a alimentar la paranoia de una guerra con Venezuela), el autor describe el curioso fenómeno de que varios colombianos están abandonando el catolicismo para convertirse a otras religiones. Aparte del obvio fenómeno del éxito protestante y evangélico en Colombia, el autor trae las historias de tres compatriotas que se han convertido o se quieren convertir al Islam, al judaísmo y al Krishna-ismo (?). Aparte de los garrafales errores e imprecisiones cometidos por el autor o por los entrevistados (como afirmar que el judaísmo cree que Jesús eas un profeta- ello no es cierto), el artículo es una bonita pieza de "interés humano" y una ventana al creciente fenómeno de la diversidad religiosa de nuestro país. Como siempre, la discusión en los foros llegó a los más bajos niveles. En este caso los foristas se dividen en tres grupos: a.) los ateos: que castigan cualquier tipo de religión, b.) los protestantes: que explican las razones por las cuales su iglesia es la verdadera y el catolicismo falso (cosas del estilo "las religiones no salvan, Jesús sí") y c.) los católicos: que acusan a los protestantes de ser estafadores y lamentan el hecho de que la gente se haya alejado de la iglesia por los pecados de unos "pocos clérigos".
En mi opinión, este diálogo, como la mayoría de los diálogos en los foros de opinión del Pasquín no tiene mucho sentido. Claramente estos foristas no han comprendido el fenómeno que está detrás del tema del artículo: el pluralismo religioso y el acceso a la información están cambiando la forma en que la gente cree. Y no sólo en Colombia sino a nivel mundial. Hace un mes el PEW Forum on Religion and Public Life reveló un censo comprensivo de las tendencias religiosas de los norteamericanos. El estudio reveló que 44% de los adultos norteamericanos practica una religión diferente o pertenece a una denominación distinta a aquella en la que fueron educados. Esta fluidez del mercado de las ideas religiosas tiene dos poderosas razones. La primera es la transformación de los Estados Unidos de un país con tolerancia religiosa a un país con libertad religiosa para finalmente adoptar, parcialmente, el pluralismo religioso. La tolerancia religiosa ocurre cuando la mayoría admite minorías religiosas pero restringe sus derechos. La libertad religiosa ocurre cuando las minorías tienen idénticos derechos (a nivel político) pero no hay un reconocimiento cultural de estas minorías como participantes activos en los diálogos y en los imaginarios de lo que significa ser parte de esta cultura. El pluralismo religioso ocurre cuando cada grupo religioso (no importa su tamaño) tiene no sólo los herramientas políticas sino culturales para influenciar el diálogo y proyectarse (sin miedo a retaliaciones) en la esfera pública. Hoy por hoy, acá en Estados Unidos existe una libertad religiosa que, con el tiempo y con este fenómeno masivo de migración ideológica, se está convirtiendo en verdadero pluralismo. La otra poderosa razón, que también contribuye a la formación de este pluralismo religioso, es la revolución informativa.
El fácil acceso a ideas nuevas a través de medios impresos, audiovisuales y digitales está de nuevo transformando la forma en que los seres humanos satisfacen sus necesidades religiosas. Esto, por supuesto, ya ha ocurrido. La invención del cuneiforme y de los jeroglíficos hizo que pasaramos de religiones tribales a religiones míticas y nacionales. La invención del libro hizo posible la Biblia y el renacimiento religioso griego. La expansión del griego como la lingua franca de muchas culturas creó el fermento que hizo posible el judaísmo rabínico y el cristianismo. Lutero y Calvino no habrían llegado lejos sin el invento de Guttenberg. Y así: hoy el internet ha generado un mundo en el cual yo puedo aprender judaísmo en Cúctuta o Budismo Mahayana en Pasto. La curiosidad y la sed espiritual hacen el resto.
Y, en contraste con los foristas católicos de el Pasquín, yo no creo que esto vaya a acabar con la religión en Colombia. En general este fenómeno produce creyentes más comprometidos y más felices, dado que han escogido la religión que satisface sus necesidades y no la han recibido como una obligación. Ello también genera mejores instituciones religiosas, ya que si cada denominación está preocupada por mantener sus feligreses en el libre mercado de las ideas, éstas tendran que cumplir su función de manera cabal, ética y transparente. Este liberalismo religioso puede llevar a los excesos de la "religión de mercado" que ya comienza a afectar a los Estados Unidos (religiones más interesadas en mantener a su gente que en ser fiel a su mensaje y a sus principios), no obstante la alternativa del monopolio religioso lleva a la osificación de los principios, la mediocridad de los clérigos y la apatía de los fieles.

¿Qué opinan mis lectores en el País del Sagrado Corazón? ¿Estamos listos en nuestro país para una reforma que puede generar que una porción notable de colombianos no pueda cantar, con total conciencia, la primera estrofa del himno nacional donde "la humanidad entera que entre cadenas gime comprende las palabras del que murió en la cruz"?

martes, enero 15, 2008

¡Libérenlos!

Ayer las FARC secuestraron a mi amigo Alf Onshuus y a su compañera Ana, junto con otros cuatro excursionistas. Alf es mi amigo desde que tenía quince años. Y hemos sabido entrecruzarnos en diversas etapas de la vida. Desde las fiestas en su casa de Contador, pasando por la universidad, por tertulias sobre filosofía de las matemáticas y sobre la naturaleza de los números en Platón y finalizando, curiosamente, en las parrandas vallenatas más coloridas que ha visto el barrio religioso de Giva'at Mordejai en Jerusalén.
Mis oraciones están con Alf, con Ana, con los 800 secuestrados y sus familias y amigos que, como yo, se preocupan y, en silencio, rezan.

Yesterday, somewhere in the jungles of Colombia, FARC (Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia- a terrorist guerilla group) kidnapped my good friend and schoolmate, Alf Onshuus, together with his wife and four more tourists. Your prayers for a speedy and safe liberation of them and the other 800 of FARC's kidnapees are appreciated.

Baruch Atta Hashem, matir asurim.
Blessed are You Hashem, who frees the captive.

viernes, diciembre 14, 2007

Ethiopian Anusim

Jews come in all colors.

And so do shuls. Please note the Amharic script in which the Ten Commandments are written on the Ark of the Law. Do not let anybody persuade you that Jews are only white.

Pictures taken from Failed Messiah.

jueves, diciembre 06, 2007

Some humor for my slow return

Those of you who have lived in Israel will find this hilarious.

lunes, abril 23, 2007

Yom Hazzikarón and Yom Haatzma'ut

Tonight and for two days Israel celebrates its two most important secular holidays: the first of them is Yom Hazzikaron (The day of rememberance) in which the country remembers all the fallen soldiers and the victims of terror. The TV stations that broadcast "entertaining" things shut down or dedicate their waves to memorial programs of specific families: following their grief, sharing with the entire country the memory of your boy or girl who fell in this war or the other. The same thing with radio. The whole country is one huge bleeding wound, one single remembering soul. Tomorrow, when the sun sets, the gloom of Yom Hazzikaron will be raised by the cheer and the fireworks of Independence Day (Yom Haatzma'ut). The stages that have held, some twenty four hours previous, grieving families will be filled with dancers and children, baloons, and flags (ubiquitous blue Stars of David on a sea of white). Sackcloth will be turned into dancing, grief into joy. In any other country such mingling of the most contradictory feelings in the human heart would seem schizophrenic and grotesque. However, in Israel it seems natural and logical. The continuing existence of the State (59 years tomorrow) is guaranteed, sadly, only by the efforts and sacrifices of these brave men and women. May it be His will that in the very close future this will not seem so blatantly obvious!


חג שמח

domingo, abril 15, 2007

Sea su memoria una bendición para todos nosotros

Armando Restrepo Estrada
(Enero 8, 1922-Abril 13, 2007)

jueves, abril 12, 2007

Hiking through the bottom of the world

I am really sorry I have not been paying attention to this, my little corner of the virtual world. As most bloggers I do suffer from bouts of enthusiasm and exhaustion. So I hope this time I will clean away the cobwebs and settle for good.
A lot of things have been happening since my last post. A new semester, Pesach, Alejandro´s wedding, the preparations to go back to the City Without Mountains. I may or may not get to write about these events. In any case, what I will write about (or more precisely show you) is the three day camping trip we made to Ein Gedi and the Dead Sea. Ein Gedi has been a site for Jewish settlement since the time of King David all the way into the seventh century of this era. Today there is a kibbutz there and several natural reserves which you will see in the pictures.
We spent the last three days camping and hiking, praying in the fields and in the ruins, praising Hashem in the darkness of the desert, making fire without matches, spending the night under the stars and learning from the eagles and the hyraxes how to be better bipedal rational animals who can laugh. (Spanish speakers please follow the link on the hyrax to discover a wonderful piece of trivia about the origins of the name of your language) [Before going on I would like to give kudos to Aaron and Ute for organizing the trip and to Tamir, our wonderful Israeli guide who taught us so much and who I hope gets to visit Colombia one of these days.] Without further ado, the pictures.

First we started at the Kibbutz with a great basket weaving workshop with basket weaver extraordinaire Mychal. The house in the picture is her house. She wove it out of the palm trees in the grove in the picture. She weaves and weaves and weaves and smiles and makes a living by teaching people all there is to know about the date palm (Tamar in Hebrew) and by weaving incredible complex things from the palm leaf. This was followed by a sumptuous lunch provided by ceramist Riki who also lives in the hut and builds mud kitchens.


Mychal and Riki live off the land and have creative professions. As for myself, as it is obvious in the picture, I could never make a living out of basket weaving. (However, I am very attached to my basket no matter how misshaped and uncomely.)

After the basket weaving we decided to make our way up the hill all the way to the oasis of Ein Gedi ("The spring of the Goat" in Hebrew) which involved huffing and puffing up an incredible incline full of rocks overlooking the Dead Sea. After braving the rockslides and the throngs of Ultraorthodox Jews who, for no apparent reason, were all hiking this path in the middle of a hot spring afternoon in their complete Polish garb (black hat and all), we reached the top of the hill and were rewarded by the crystal pool of Ein Gedi whose waters are cool and delicious (and a great place to put your tired, dusty feet after a long hike). Soon after it started to rain (with lightning and thunder and we had to hurry down the path, risking life and limb. I am sorry there are no pictures of that, we are not the National Geographic Society.)

Ein Gedi from below (yes, yes we climbed all the way up that hill and at 30 C no less).

The kibbutz's palm groves as seen from halfway up the trail. Ein Gedi is an oasis of lush vegetation in the middle of one of the harshest deserts in the world. The pool of blue in the background is Yam Hamelach (the Dead Sea): the lowest point in the world (400 m below sea level) and the saltiest body of water on the planet (nothing can live in its waters). Such fun factoids only make the miracle of Ein Gedi more amazing. Indeed, as King Solomon said, "My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi." (Song of Songs 1.14)

At last, the waters of Ein Gedi. (This pool of three meters of diameter feeds all the green in the valley below. Thus is the power of water in the desert.) Later that afternoon we met with our guide, Tamir, and set up camp amidst the ruins of the old kibbutz. The day ended with us trying to learn to light fire without matches and with long meditative walks around the nearby forest practicing the chasidic art of hitbodedut (isolation) espontaneous conversations with God in solitude.

[To be continued]

lunes, febrero 26, 2007

Spring is here!

I am sorry for being so out of touch and out of the blogosphere. I have simply been resting and working on other projects that needed my complete attention. But, since I returned to school yesterday, I think I should also reinitiate my blogging routine. So, first, some updates.

Thank you to all that participated in the poll. After a lot of thought, I opted to use the "sh" despite the arguments for the phonetic symbol. After all, this siddur is intended for learners and I do not want to confuse them. As for the iterations, I decided to keep the sh and place a period between the iterated shins, like so: ish.she.

The second update. About three weeks ago we went hiking in the lower Galilee, close to the coast, in the Carmel Mountain ridge. Here are some pictures of how spring is lived in this beautiful part of the world.

Poppies of the Galil

Carmel ridge with the Mediterranean in the background ("Será porque mi niñez sigue jugando en tu playa, escondido tras las cañas duerme mi primer amor, llevo tu luz y tu olor por dónde quiera que vaya....)

De profundis clamavi ad Te Domine (Ps 130)
ממעמקים קראתיך ד



miércoles, febrero 07, 2007

Encuesta (para legos y para expertos)

Hola a todos y a todas.

Algunos de ustedes saben que estoy escribiendo un siddur (un libro de oraciones judío) con traducción y trasliteración al español. Ahora la mayoría de las letras hebreas tienen un equivalente en español que puede ser expresado por una sola letra. Hay, no obstante, dos excepciones. Una de ellas es la que me está quitando el sueño. Esta es la letra shin

ש


Esta letra pronunciada como la sh inglesa (show, shop, shampoo) puede ser transliterada como una sh (lo cual tiene la ventaja de ser más reconocible aunque tiene un toque anglicista que no me gusta para nada) o a través del signo fonético š (el cual es menos conocido pero tiene la ventaja de ser una sola letra la cual puede ser explicada en una tabla de pronunciación que el siddur va a tener en su introducción).
Ahora, para ustedes, lectores de habla hispana (judíos y no judíos), ¿qué es más fácil leer (no necesariamente más familiar)?:

(opción uno) shabbat o (opción dos) šabbat

Consideren que en muchos casos la shin (o šin) viene duplicada:

(opción uno) ishshé o (opción dos) iššé

Su voto me interesa. Por favor tómese un minuto para votar en la sección de comentarios (así sea anónimamente).

domingo, febrero 04, 2007

Cuba, qué linda es Cuba....

This wonderful picture (which I had to remove because of fear of being sued, but which can still be seen if you follow the link) appeared in the New York Times today together with an article about the Jews of Cuba and their struggle for cultural survival. My wife´s grandfather was one of the last rabbis to serve in Cuba and her family remembers the island fondly. If we could secure a living there, I would love to help this community. Walking down the Malecón with a white fedora, smoking a cigar, debating a particularly relaxed suggya in the Talmud...ah, tropical fantasies.

sábado, febrero 03, 2007

Y luego no se pregunten por qué

Aquellos que dudan de la utilidad del estudio de las religiones y de la necesidad, incluso en un país predominantemente monoreligioso como es Colombia, de establecer departamentos de religiones comparadas necesitan leer la siguiente pieza del Pasquín y pensar por cinco segundos si en cinco años vamos a poder entender (sin totearnos la cabeza) el sancocho religioso que se está volviendo nuestro país. (O la muy interesante relgión que se cuece en nuestra hermana república que mezcla un evangelismo bolivariano con pelígrosísimos tintes fascistas).

Sin academia no hay paraíso, sin académicos no hay policy. Déjenos trabajar.

jueves, febrero 01, 2007

One of the Most Enlightening Pieces I have Read on the Subject

When I was born, almost thirty years ago, my country was almost 99.9% Catholic. Since then there has been an explosive development of Evangelical Christianity among both the popular classes and some of the comercial elite and the emerging upper middle class. I think that around 80% of the urban population of Colombia is now Catholic, whilst the rest is some shade of Protestant. My friends in the intelligentsia, all of them raised as upper middle class Catholics, have gone in more exotic directions: everything ranging from Mahayana Buddhism to "bright" agnosticism to American Indian naturalist-paganism, and, of course, Judaism. This just shows the incredible disatisfaction with traditional religion in even a relatively conservative country like Colombia and the great mobility of ideas that bring people to new ideological and spiritual landscapes. Very much like our physical realities are becoming increasingly mobile and more and more people are moving away from the places of their birth, more and more people are moving away from the religion of their parents. We are at the dawn of a new age of conversions. Quite like the Roman Empire in its transit from a Republic to the Caesarate, people are greatly disappointed with their lives and are looking for meaning in a society were many cultures and religions come together in the great Market of Ideas. It was in the early Roman empire where centurions born in Italy worshipped the Aryan deity Mithras, where Turkish matrons converted to Judaism, and the philosophers of the age were fascinated with the arcane knowledge of the Egyptian sages. Against the backdrop of this world could a Jewish cult like Christianity prosper and conquer Europe. Today, in the new Rome, there are Chinese Jews, Anglosaxon Muslims, Black Buddhists, Latino Mormons, etc., etc., etc. Here is a wonderful article to understand this Brave New world which such people in it.

"Religion in a Globalizing World" by Peter Berger

[M]y major thesis this morning is that what is happening with the globalization of religion is a globalization of pluralism. Pluralism, which was a much more geographically, much more limited phenomenon 150 or 200 years ago, has become a global phenomenon, and that has enormous implications.

lunes, enero 15, 2007

Bloom's Dream or His Task of Sysiphus (The Movie)


Some of you know me personally. Some of you are close friends. Some of you are kind strangers I have met in the web. Some of you are old old friends who probably recognize in me less and less of he who they used to know. In any case, if you really want to understand who I am, what I want to do and what do I hope to do with my life, I recomend you go (especially easy for those of you who are in NYC) this next 26 or 27 of January to the Premier of the movie "The Longing" (in the Lilcoln Center Theaters at Broadway and 67th). This movie, produced and directed by Gabriela Bohm, narrates the difficulties of those Latinos who want to reconnect to their Jewish ancestry. I have not seen the movie yet, and will probably not see it until I return to NYC by the end of the summer, but if it describes the pain and the unnecessary suffering those returning experience dayeinu (It would be enough!). I cannot guarantee that it is a cinematographic masterpiece or that it is a balanced documentary, but it is certainly a pioneer work in a field that could benefit from more media attention and from more public interest.



For those of you who do not live in NY, the webpage of the producer has plenty of information about the movie and about the project. I recommend you watch the trailer (just go to the tab "films" and then choose "The Longing") and look at the stills (two examples of which I bring in this page).

sábado, enero 13, 2007

In the meantime

Thanks Chiquilin for the Tribute. I will write a short story of how the anusim were instrumental in the return of the Jews to England after fourhundred years of exile.

Happy 5000 visit!

domingo, enero 07, 2007

Tale of Two Cities

If you did not know that they are separated by only a handful of kilometers and by a fourty minute bus ride, you could probably end up believing that Tel Aviv and Jerusalem are in different countries. In some cases, you could even end up believing that they are different planets. Jerusalem is one of the oldest cities in the world. Burdened and marked by the endless battles that have refreshed its walls with a new color of red every time: Jebusite and Hebrew, Assyrian and Jewish, Greek and Roman, Byzantine and Arab, Crusader and Turk, European and Levantine, Israeli and Palestinian. Its stones are worth more in words and prayers of millions of souls who every day carry it in their lips and in their hearts and by reinventing it in their minds, betray it. Its alleyways are crooked and made of white slippery stone, like lipidous veins of an enormous lythic animal. No other city is Jewish as Jerusalem is Jewish. Tel Aviv is the among the newest cities in the world. Barely one hundred years old, it grows like a cancer on the side of the oldest port in the world: Jaffa, the city of Casiopea and Andromeda, the Kraken's playhouse. The only purpose of this city was to create the new Jew, unencumbered by the dust and the stones of old Jerusalem. Moreover, the only purpose of Tel Aviv was to be Jerusalem's antithesis, its brilliant new replacement. It's streets are wide and full of trees. The only old thing in Tel Aviv is the lottery signs that get washed with the new rains. Tel Aviv's shore is forever young and changing, ebbing with the tides, while Jerusalem holds with its stone talons the sides of the unalterable mountains of Judea. Jerusalem has monasterys and synagogues. Tel Aviv has massage-parlors and discotheques. Jerusalem has the Wall. Tel Aviv has the beach. Jerusalem has the stubborness of the faithful. Tel Aviv has the carelessness of the cosmopolitan. Jerusalem is an old woman, beautiful and wise but set in her ways. Tel Aviv is a friendly coquette, voluptous and inviting. Jerusalem looks perpetually to the past. Tel Aviv is the future, running away from yesterday.

And yet, there are also synagogues in Tel Aviv- hidden in the small plazas and the streets with the name of honored heretics. And to them a handful of faithful flock on Shabbat, quietly almost surreptitiously as if not to make any noise and disturb the noise of the city with their prayers. They know their place, they are humble penitents in the city of sin. And, yes, Jerusalem has its discos too- hidden among the dusty roads of the abandoned industrial park of Talpiyot. The carrousers arrive also silently, in cabs and mopeds, covered by the evening fog. Trying to savour the contained rebelliousness of their dancing. Pouring their pagan joy in the dusty walls of the compound that muffle the beat of the music and protects the city outside. These are wary bacchanals, self-conscious menads. Somewhere in the middle of these two extremes there is life to be had. There is a road and fourty minutes and a country. Sometimes, when the rain stops, there are also cows.


Vorspeis for next post, travelling through the Judean desert

jueves, diciembre 28, 2006

Fire and Hail, Snow and Vapor, Stormy Wind fullfilling His Word. (Psalm 148)

Shaikai,
I would have done even if you hadn't asked. For everyone: Snow in Jerusalem!

The Israel Museum with five centimeters of snow.

The Knesset (Israeli Parliament) with snow.

The walls of the Old City with some of the snow still on the ground. (15th century walls with snow from yesterday and a tree from thirty years ago.)

Last night in the middle of the storm: a palm tree heavy with ice.

And just as a vorshpeis for my next post:


martes, diciembre 26, 2006

Keep your eyes peeled

This should be fun. Heaps and heaps of fun!

(It is Tuesday. 3.00 p.m. And the rain is already hitting Jerusalem.)

martes, diciembre 19, 2006

Sane Muslim response to the Holocaust Denial Conference in Teheran

I am glad that there are sane voices in the Muslim world condemming the hate-mongering activities of the Iranian government (which are not, as some people think, a tool to further the Palestinian cause, but rather a distraction from the country's oppressive regime). The original piece appeared two days ago in the LA Times.

Why they deny the Holocaust

On top of nearly constant anti-Semitic propaganda, much of the Muslim world hasn't even heard of it.

By Ayaan Hirsi Ali
AYAAN HIRSI ALI, a Somali immigrant who served in the parliament of the Netherlands until earlier this year, is the author of "Infidel," an autobiography to be published in February.
LA Times, December 16, 2006

ONE DAY IN 1994, when I was living in Ede, a small town in Holland, I
got a visit from my half-sister. She and I were both immigrants from
Somalia and had both applied for asylum in Holland. I was granted it;
she was denied. The fact that I got asylum gave me the opportunity to
study. My half-sister couldn't.

In order for me to be admitted to the university I wanted to attend, I
needed to pass three courses: a language course, a civics course and a
history course. It was in the preparatory history course that I, for
the first time, heard of the Holocaust. I was 24 years old at that
time, and my half-sister was 21.

In those days, the daily news was filled with the Rwandan genocide and
ethnic cleansing in the former Yugoslavia. On the day that my
half-sister visited me, my head was reeling from what happened to 6
million Jews in Germany, Holland, France and Eastern Europe.

I learned that innocent men, women and children were separated from
each other. Stars pinned to their shoulders, transported by train to
camps, they were gassed for no other reason than for being Jewish.

I saw pictures of masses of skeletons, even of kids. I heard
horrifying accounts of some of the people who had survived the terror
of Auschwitz and Sobibor. I told my half-sister all this and showed
her the pictures in my history book. What she said was as awful as the
information in my book.

With great conviction, my half-sister cried: "It's a lie! Jews have a
way of blinding people. They were not killed, gassed or massacred. But
I pray to Allah that one day all the Jews in the world will be
destroyed."

She was not saying anything new. As a child growing up in Saudi
Arabia, I remember my teachers, my mom and our neighbors telling us
practically on a daily basis that Jews are evil, the sworn enemies of
Muslims, and that their only goal was to destroy Islam. We were never
informed about the Holocaust.

Later, as a teenager in Kenya, when Saudi and other Persian Gulf
philanthropy reached us, I remember that the building of mosques and
donations to hospitals and the poor went hand in hand with the cursing
of Jews. Jews were said to be responsible for the deaths of babies and
for epidemics such as AIDS, and they were believed to be the cause of
wars. They were greedy and would do absolutely anything to kill us
Muslims. If we ever wanted to know peace and stability, and if we
didn't want to be wiped out, we would have to destroy the Jews. For
those of us who were not in a position to take up arms against them,
it was enough for us to cup our hands, raise our eyes heavenward and
pray to Allah to destroy them.

Western leaders today who say they are shocked by Iranian President
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's conference this week denying the Holocaust need
to wake up to that reality. For the majority of Muslims in the world,
the Holocaust is not a major historical event that they deny. We
simply do not know it ever happened because we were never informed of
it.

The total number of Jews in the world today is estimated to be about
15 million, certainly no more than 20 million. On the other hand, the
world's Muslim population is estimated to be between 1.2 billion and
1.5 billion. And not only is this population rapidly growing, it is
also very young.

What's striking about Ahmadinejad's conference is the (silent)
acquiescence of mainstream Muslims. I cannot help but wonder: Why is
there no counter-conference in Riyadh, Cairo, Lahore, Khartoum or
Jakarta condemning Ahmadinejad? Why are the 57 members of the
Organization of the Islamic Conference silent on this?

Could the answer be as simple as it is horrifying: For generations,
the leaders of these so-called Muslim countries have been
spoon-feeding their populations a constant diet of propaganda similar
to the one that generations of Germans (and other Europeans) were fed
— that Jews are vermin and should be dealt with as such? In Europe,
the logical conclusion was the Holocaust. If Ahmadinejad has his way,
he shall not want for compliant Muslims ready to act on his wish.

The world needs to be informed again and again about the Holocaust —
not only in the interest of the Jews who survived and their offspring
but in the interest of humanity.


And this, this is just wrong. In soooo many ways!

martes, diciembre 12, 2006

A happy people

Recently, my friend Michelle got married. Michelle´s flower girl at the wedding is one of her little cousins and not Jewish. After the wedding she said to Michelle: "Now I know why you are Jewish." Michelle paled as anyone who has to live with the tensions of a household with two religions knows how to pale when such a thing is said by your very very young cousing. "It is because your parties are so much better." (Michelle, I am sorry I do not remember the story verbatim but the punchline is something like that).

The point of the story is that Jews are, all in all, a happy people. This may seem strange for someone for whom the quintessential Jew is Woody Allen panicking over some silly detail in the New York Times. Yet, regardless of our very difficult history and the challenges of the present (with a nuclear Iran breathing down our necks) or maybe just precisely because of this, we seem to take every opportunity for a little, material, down to earth joy very seriously. Every "simcha" (joy) that we are privy to experience in this life must be experienced with the utmost dedication and abandon. This even finds expression in certain religious manifestations of Judaism that claim that "It is a great commandment to always be happy."

The reason that I am bringing this (aside from the fact that this blog has been somewhat somber during the past few weeks) is because this morning my very good friends Tim and Ashira
announced their engagement. Mind you, this is eight thirty in the morning. Mind you, this is a synagogue we are talking about. Mind you, the people there were not all friends but also some classmates. Nevertheless, this was the result (one point of note, this is not hugging, this is very very fast circle dancing):

Od Yishamma Be'arei Yehudah Uvechutzot Yerushalayim, Kol Sasson Vekol Simcha, Kol Chatan veKol Kallah. (Again shall it be heard in the cities of Judah and in the outskirts of Jerusalem, the sound of joy and the sound of happiness, the voice of the groom and the voice of the bride.) Jeremiah 33:10-11

This strapping young man in blue is the groom. The beautiful girl whose face you cannot see because of her hand and a shoulder is the bride. (May they be very happy)

The reason there are no more pictures is that yours truly was busy pouring lechayims (shots of whiskey) for everyone and then joined the dancing and the singing. It's 8.30 a.m. but there is simcha to be had! Even at our holiest site (the Western Wall, mistakenly called by non-Jews the "Wailing wall") there is often spirited dancing and singing.

God gave you life and the whole universe for your delight! Enjoy it! Be happy!

lunes, diciembre 11, 2006

Jerusalem by Night (not your average WoD setting)

O'er your ramparts I have set watchmen, all day and all night. Oh Jerusalem!