Best Future Father? Elijah Wood

Hands down, Elijah wood is going to be one of the best dads out there. I know this because of a favorite childhood memory I don't share often enough.

It’s about a gameboy. A gameboy, and Elijah Wood. Who, many women my age hope, is a boy with game.

Elijah at a more recent Disney release - Tron: Uprising

Ok, so now he is a man. A very attractive, successful, talented man. One we’ve been following since childhood. So, travel with me back to a time when we was indeed a boy, and he let me use his gameboy. It was late summer/early fall 1989. The gameboy had just been released on the market and though I would eventually get mine in the form of a chanukah gift that winter, I’d only seen commercials for this $99 pocket computer. But in those first few months between knowing about a gameboy and being able to play my own, it was a cultural status symbol and we were all obsessed with it.

I hadn’t yet played one as school was called into session that fall. In fact, I wasn’t in school, I was on set filming a “Disney educational film.” I don’t talk about that set very often. Realistically, there isn’t a lot that’s exciting about actually teaching people not to run with scissors when you don’t work in a classroom. But the set was filled with lots of cool kids, including a new friend playing a real-life pinocchio. His name was Elijah and our mothers sat together, bonding over their shared experiences. Being a stage-mom has a lot to bond over.

While they were swapping stories about their commutes to LA (Elijah’s was farther than my drives from Orange County. He’d started his career while still in Iowa), they connected, and I overheard that Elijah’s siblings had biblical names, like his.

The thing that stood out most to me, though, was when all the kids had down time in the trailer. There was a line of people who’d called dibs to play Mario Brothers on Elijah’s gameboy (do you remember a time when those graphics were impressive?). When it came to my turn, my very first turn playing on a gameboy ever, the other boys all said “why bother letting her play? She’s just going to lose anyway.”

Elijah defended the decision to let me have my turn. He may have literally, word for word, been repeating whatever his parent’s policies were on sharing toys, but there he went. It went something like: “Nope, it’s her turn, she waited in line and gets a turn too.”  I really appreciated the opportunity, in that moment, to play a video game like the line of boys before and after me. I’m far from a “gamer” but it let me know what having a brother would be like (4 years prior to becoming a sister) and, more importantly, what being a gentleman looks like.

So, to whoever gets to (eventually) have Elijah parent their kids, you’re lucky. This guy knows what it means to treat women well, to share, and to create space for people to fail. Because obviously, I killed off Mario in record time that day.

PS don’t run with scissors. And no, I don’t have a copy of the film. It’s in the "vault" somewhere and my friend who works at Disney hasn’t been able to locate it. Maybe Elijah ended up with a copy for his reel.

Cover to Cover

I wrote this piece for a spoken word presentation called a "sermon slam" that was held over shavuot, the holiday that celebrates the Jews receiving the ten commandments at Sinai. The topic had to relate to "Torah" in some way.  

I don't know if you remember the first book of Torah that you read in your native tongue. If you remember that first chunk of Tanach you sat and read cover to cover, start to end. Instructed only to understand the grace of the language or story before you.My first cover to cover story was Job.Job.An English assignment given my senior year in my public high school. By the way, the first I’d read in Hebrew (the language I did not yet comprehend, with moments of translation, only glanced) was Eicha. Good luck to me and my theology.The Job assignment was on adaptation and was followed by a reading of the play JB by Archibald Macliesh (I recommend it.) But before that, we dove deep into the Torah. When a day-school educated classmate attempted to read aloud the Hebrew of God's poem, the voice from within the whirlwind, I learned the complicated poetry of Torah and I also learned that Job of Ur was not a Jew.So I went through the rest of my life just knowing this.
Other parts of books of Torah I'd been taught as a child had been disproven, or rather reclassified as Midrash. But this text I knew intimately.

From Eicha to Job, the ancient Jewish literature I'd been exposed to outside of Shabbat morning services was gritty and complicated, like my dear Maya Angelou the poet, the author who'd inspired me for years. She was able to tell deeply personal stories. Dirty secrets and all.

God seemed to have spared no secrets from us, the Israelites in ancient times, which were carried to each of us. And so I was ready to engage with a God who kept no secrets from me. In fact, before I got intimate with Job I was intimate with Kabbalah. (I know, right?)

I don't know if you remember the first sermon you slammed, the first Jewish text you taught. But mine were the kabbalistic teachings of Isaac Luria who gives to us that when our endless God, (known as) Ein Sof created the world a shattering had to occur to make space for us and the world as we know it, and divine sparks spread across the land. Ein sof left these sparks, markers, for us to gather, to act in concert with God by committing an act of repair, of Tikkun Olam.

What is your Tikkun olam? Is it the Torah you teach or the Torah you practice? Is it the way you spread light in the world, or amongst your closest friends? No matter the reach, your Torah, you, have value and worth beyond measure. So share yourself. Bring the spark. Or perhaps, you can let the spark be brought to you.

Just four years after I'd first uncovered Job I sat where God often isn't. Summer school. In a theology course. There, we reapproached Job with a professor who said, "I learn from my students, and I teach what they say when I lecture across the country, but I've never been given reason to quote my undergraduates" I gave him a reason. He asked why Job has been included in our canon. My answer felt trite to me.

When he teaches Job, he teaches me. And it seems, whenever I learn, Job finds me. Just last week, I picked up the newest book written by my most revered teacher, Adin Steinsaltz. It's called "My Rebbe" about the lubuvitcher rebbe. Until just a few years ago the very thought of the rebbe made me shiver. When I was living across the country and he was Ill, I attended Lubavitch yeshiva. We were made to fast for him twice. I was in 5th grade. You can imagine that went over none too well.

But back to, My Rebbe. Not even a full page in, Steinsalz writes "The concept of holiness is not confined to traditional Jewish thought; nor are holy people only Jews. An entire book of the Bible tells the story of one such holy man who was not a Jew: Job.  His conversation, as presented in Scripture, speaks of the spiritual realm, about a connection beyond the everyday world."

And in the next chapter, he focuses on the idea of Tikkun Olam referencing first its mention in the Aleinu prayer. He explains: “The work is ours to do. None of us is exempt from this universal mission. The completion of the world, its elevation into holiness and the elimination of evil: these tasks belong to all of us. In this way, we achieve God’s purpose in creating humanity.” He goes on to say Chasidic thought here rests on an ancient mystical tradition: the world is imperfect because God is hidden. It is true that – whether revealed or hidden – the Almighty is everywhere. A godly spark resides within everything in creation.”

Somehow my Torah is Steinsaltz’s Torah, is his Rebbe’s Torah, is my Torah. Handed. Down. Unknowingly. Perhaps. We are all in line for this Torah.

But I ask you now: What is your Torah? What text circles its way back in to your life over and over and over again? What is holy to you? What is the Torah that can be taught in your name? Mine is simple. If faith in our Lord can be held by the downtrodden non-Jew, shouldn't it also be held by you? It should certainly be held by me.  A keepsake. If the Torah can be used as a tool to understand God, if it can be used as a tool to understand humanity, if it can be understood as a tool to understand holiness. I want to be immersed in Torah for the rest of my life.

That's all I'm asking as you sit or stand at Sinai. Each time you approach Torah or Torah approaches you. Make space. Make space in your heart make space in your life make space in your dreams. If you create room for Torah, however you define it, your path will be more clear, your heart more complete, your teachings spread amongst all who are here to listen.