Hope everyone had a great week.
My brother recently celebrated a birthday which got me thinking about my siblings. I remember a moment with my brother from our childhood. I was sitting in our kitchen with my father when my brother shouted down from his room: “Hey Rach, grab me some water!”
I was very touched that my older brother would ask me to do something for him, since our relationship to this point mostly consisted of jabbing each other with our elbows at dinner because I’m a righty and he’s a lefty. The jabbing was obviously deliberate.
So, in my innocence, I thought he was reaching out to me as someone he could rely on for water…silly me.
For anyone who doesn’t remember kitchen sinks from the 1970s, next to every faucet was a spray nozzle that would shoot a strong spray of water directly forward when the handle was squeezed. Unbeknownst to me, my brother had wrapped an elastic band around the handle so it was depressed and ready to shoot water at whomever turned on the faucet. My brother had moments of evil genius!
But God had a different plan for him. After he shouted to me asking for water, I immediately said ‘of course’, feeling all grown up and worthy of taking my rightful place as someone he could rely on. But then my father told me it’s ok, he would pour the water. I watched as my father turned on the faucet. I watched as a shower of water shot out and drenched him completely and I watched it go on and on for what seemed an eternity until my father figured out what was happening and shut the water off.
That wasn’t the first time I’d ever heard my father yell, but it was the first time I’d heard him yell a curse word over and over…it was the ‘s’ word.
My brother ran into the kitchen, saw our drenched father and went a sickly colour of grey. Then he kept yelling at me: “I thought YOU were getting me water!!!” I just sat at the table listening to all the yelling and trying to figure out what I had done, since I actually hadn’t done anything.
My brother and I grew very close over the years and this is one of the memories that we cherish.
Why do I remember this incident now? Because this week’s parshah, Vaetchanan, has the verses that contain the prayer ‘Shema’. It is our proclamation of monotheism and it translates as: “Hear, Israel, my Master, our God, my Master is One.” We recite it in prayer and we recite it when we go to sleep. We learn to say it out loud and tradition says to cover our eyes when we say it so our ears will hone in.
But it is not a prayer that we direct to God, it is a prayer that we direct to each other. In fact, we clearly state ‘hear ISRAEL’, and we cover our eyes so we will, in fact, hear ourselves and each other. It is a moment of unity and commonality that we express to each other and it stands in opposition to any of our divisive moments. We argue over everything, as siblings do, we compete over attention and justifications, as siblings do, and we tease each other and play pranks, as siblings do, but at the end of the day we unite and affirm our loyalties and our allegiances.
When my kids were little and I would put them to bed, I often stood outside their rooms to hear if they were falling asleep. Many times I heard them whispering to each other and I would catch the words ‘mama’ or ‘papa’. They were clearly sharing their confusion, angst and frustration about their parents, or perhaps plotting pranks of their own.
Whenever they would get me with a good one, I would wonder if that had been planned in one of their late night secret meetings. I loved that they shared this with each other because who could better understand it all than a sibling?
Moses has outlived his siblings at this point in the Torah. He did not have sibling moments and he did not have strong family connections. The parshah begins with the word ‘vaetchanan’, which means ‘and I pleaded.’ Moses is referring to how he begged that God allow him to enter Israel but God refused. In fact, God told him not to speak of it anymore, never to ask again. Moses has been told he should no longer pray to God on this matter. Our hearts should break at that moment for the complete ear-shattering silence that God is demanding. Especially because Moses is the one teaching us to say ‘Shema’: ‘Listen’.
So when we say the Shema, perhaps at that moment we are honouring Moses by acknowledging how well he taught us to hear each other. Perhaps God told Moses to stop pleading because maybe the moment was difficult for both Moses and God. Maybe to protect Israel and answer its needs, Moses and God endured the difficulty. If so, our personal moment of Shema is more loaded than we ever knew.
Moses stands alone as the sole survivor of his family. His parents are long gone and his siblings have all died. Nature prepares us for the loss of parents but a sibling is a lateral companion, they are meant to stand with us from cradle to grave.
Back in the book of Genesis, when the Torah begins, we meet the first siblings: Cain and Abel. It ends horribly as Cain kills Abel over the perceived love of God, the Parent. When God questions Cain about it, Cain asks God a fundamental human question: ‘Am I my brother’s keeper’ and his question is left unanswered in the Torah.
Ultimately, in this week’s parshah, in the last book of Torah, we learn to say Shema to each other. We learn to listen to each other, for that brief moment, and to finally understand that God is the Parent, we are all siblings and we can finally answer Cain’s question by saying ‘yes.’