Something Different About This Month

Candlelighting, Readings:
Shabbat candles: 6:41 p.m.
Torah: Deuteronomy 29:9-31:30
Haftarah: Isaiah 61:10-63:9
Havdalah: 7:38 p.m.

Rosh Hashanah candles: 6:33 p.m. (Wed.); 7:30 p.m. (Thu.)
‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” we say, but we are often wrong. It is self-delusion to suppose that if we always make a sound decision, always expend the extra effort, and always do the right thing, we will equally always figure it all out.

Jewish culture especially glorifies the seductive illusion that everything is possible. Sometimes it works — our grandparents lived adjacent to the Lower East Side’s Eldridge Street Synagogue, which we now renovate with donations from Scarsdale and Great Neck. But sometimes it doesn’t. 

So the important message of Rosh Hashanah is not what we usually think: not the self-congratulatory celebration of Happy New Year, L’chaim, Shehecheyanu, and all that, but the line from Avinu Malkenu: “choneinu v’aneinu ki ein banu ma’asim” (“be gracious to us for we have no deeds of our own”) — or, at least, some day we won’t have any.

Count on it. The day will come (if it has not come already) when our capacity will seem paltry, given lives that grow older and frailer, and the inevitability of meeting challenges along the way that prove insurmountable.

“On Rosh HaShanah,” we say, “it is written who will live and who will die.” As literal theology, I don’t buy that. But as metaphor for the human condition, nothing could be more graphic. Our fate is often written for us; we don’t always get to write it.

This is not to say that we are helpless, but we do need to replace the neurotic notion that we are completely in charge with the recognition that we are often quite dependent: on the weather; on politics and people; on fate, coincidence and circumstance; on any number of things.

This should have been Shabbat Mevarchim, the Shabbat immediately preceding Rosh Chodesh, the New Month (of Tishrei), when we pause in our morning prayers to invoke blessings for the month ahead. But Rosh HaShanah is an exception to the rule. The New Year is indeed a New Month but Jewish tradition dispenses with the normal blessing because, says the Baal Shem Tov, “In the month that starts the New Year, it is God who says the requisite blessing. Only by virtue of that Divine act, may we bless the other months that follow.”

The recognition that we are not empowered, on our own, to invoke blessing for the coming month underscores the message that we cannot go endlessly through life bestowing unlimited blessing on everything and everyone. We will get tired, we will sometimes fail, we will need help. Some people learn this the hard way: millions of Americans who are in twelve-step recovery programs, admitting they have to “let go and let God,” and millions more who would do anything to cure a child of leukemia, bring back a teenage runaway, save a marriage, find a job. They do what they can. It is sometimes not enough.

The real heroes of the world are not the people who claw their way to the top as if immune to limitations. Forget Time’s annual story on the “Person of the Year.” Take the pictures of the rich and the beautiful that fill The New York Times’ style sections and wrap your garbage with them. Life isn’t like that.

The people I nominate for men and women of the year are the ordinary souls who muster the courage to go on, day after day, week after week, knowing they cannot solve life’s worst problems, but committed nonetheless to solving what they can and living with what they cannot. They, and we, will find comfort in a prayer with which Yom Kippur ends, precisely because we are dependent: “God reaches out a hand” to us. We are not alone in our shortcomings. Some invisible force sustains us, and throughout the year — following the echoes of Yom Kippur’s final tekiyah gedolah shofar-blast — that hand will be there for all who seek it.

Rabbi Lawrence Hoffman, co-founder of Synagogue 3000, and professor of Liturgy, Worship and Ritual at Hebrew Union College, is the author of “My People’s Prayer Book,” winner of the National Jewish Book Award for Modern Jewish Thought and Experience.