Tuesday, October 4, 2022

Always Remember

I first offered this, or something very much like it, a decade ago, and am returning to it today because the world does move in a circle even if that circle seems to be a straight line.
At the time I called it: 

This Is the Way the World Will End

Today at sunset is Yom Kippur, for those of the Jewish faith, the day of atonement. It is a day of repentance and fasting for personal and community/communal sins committed in the course of the last year in the hope of forgiveness-with forgiveness being the critically important aspect.

I was raised a Catholic who was taught to see Jews as (also) people of the Book (the Bible) but who limited themselves to the Old Testament and a God of Vengeance and Punishment. Jesus, as I remember, came we were taught to fulfill the Old Testament and by so doing and living, and dying, create a New Testament. I think my problem with my church became reconciling the New God with the Old Testament one-after all, what kind of a loving Deity would crucify His own Son?

All those years on and music such as this (All Vows) to mark the commencement of the Day of Atonement, has convinced me that while I may have lost faith in my church, I'm not sure I've abandoned a belief in God if that's Who inspired such beauty, majesty and ineffable sorrow in one piece of music.

Present-day Israel, surrounded on three sides by enemies and on the fourth by the sea could not be in a more precarious position than the Jewish people themselves have been since the start of The Common Era. And yet, countless persecutions later, they stand, as self-anointed as God's Chosen, and regardless of your own religious beliefs or depth of your persuasion, you have to admire their devotion to Him and their belief in His providence for them.

Yom Kippur ends tomorrow evening.
There's this prayer to mark its end, a version of which I found online many years ago but has now disappeared as produced and recorded at a synagogue, perhaps the only synagogue to this day (I actually don't know), in Frankfurt am Main in Germany.

It's a house of worship I can still see clearly in my memory from the strassenbahn fenster (streetcar window) as I passed the Sud-Bahnof on the trip back and forth to work for many of the years I lived in Deutschland. I assume it is still there.

I traveled a long way to some nearly-forgotten point in my own past I thought I had passed out of and all it took was an act of faith, though not mine or my own, to return.
-bill kenny      

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