President Obama seated in the Oval Office folds his cuffs,
grips his elbows, and places his forearms on his thighs encased in his
majestic blue and white striped suit.
His head bowed, Obama winces at the realization that five rabbis in
Jerusalem slaughtered in a synagogue earlier in the day by armed men can no
longer speak. A candle light vigil outside
the White House led by a Russian Orthodox Jewish woman concludes with the
recitation of a psalm. She grasps the
Tanakh and her voice travels, as if across an ocean, “Where does my help come
from?”
First Lady Michelle Obama cups the back of her husband’s
head where a kippah would be. The
peaceful demonstration of compassion seals the soul in an arctic embrace as
the night sky freezes in the form of a pool of black letters condensed in a
text. The candles blown out by the
wind return us to a Shakespearean dilemma that Shabbat resolves in
peace. You do not extinguish Shabbos
candles. You bless the light and
accept its illumination. The day
begins when the sun sets and in the darkness, a natural light offers a warmth
artificiality imitates. Tonight we
remember those who pray and invite a way of life where a door opens to
receive hope, even from a stranger.
Inclusivity frames the entrance of every house of worship. We must prepare our hearts to greet those
who struggle with a text. Brief
conflicts refine the questions we ask and the ways we protect who is sacred
to us.