The following article was written by my friend Aryeh Ben David, who has created an organization called “Ayeka.”
|Ayeka is bringing God back to the conversation.
|Ayeka provides an agenda-free, safe space to personally explore the question: How can I best fulfill the challenge of living in the Image of God – in my daily life, my relationships, my work and community, with the Jewish people and all of humanity.
|Bringing God into – My Clothes
By Aryeh Ben David
It took 100,000 people to get me dressed this morning.
My sneakers were made in China, my cotton shirt in Indonesia, my pants are from Vietnam and my Timberland vest was made in El Salvador. How many people were involved in the designing, the growing, the making, the marketing, the transportation, and the selling? At least 100,000.
I basically wear the same thing everyday. Dark pants and a blue shirt. Nine months of the year I wear the same sandals. I am pretty boring. As my kids lovingly say to me: “Abba – Imma is cool, you’re a nerd.” And they’re right.
Nevertheless, even when I am racing to get dressed in the morning, putting on my nerdy clothes, sometimes there is a moment of deep awareness.
Is God in that moment?
In Kabbalistic tradition it says that God originally dressed us in “clothes of light” in the Garden of Eden. Clothes that shed the person’s inner light on others and evoked a spiritual response.
Do my clothes do that today?
I doubt it. They probably don’t evoke much of a response at all.
I am awed by people who think about what they wear and whose clothes do convey a deeper or spiritual presence. Somehow their clothes actually reflect their inner selves. Somewhere in their wardrobe is this hidden light from the Garden of Eden.
For now, for me, finding God in my clothes is not so much about evoking responses from other people, as evoking a response from within me. Am I at least aware of what is happening at this moment? Who was involved in bringing this about? Can my clothes become a vehicle for greater appreciation, for a connection with a countless number of people who I will never see and whose names I will never know? This moment of appreciation connects me to what a diverse and interconnected world God created and how privileged I am to experience it.
100,000 people from China, Indonesia, Vietnam and El Salvador the United States and Israel helped me get dressed this morning.
Thank you. Thanks to each of you.
- What do you think about when you get dressed?
- To what extent is your clothing expressing who you are internally, as opposed to just accentuating and decorating your external being?
- What do you think someone looking at your wardrobe would think about you?
|Ode to My Socks
Putting on socks can be one of the most mindless moments in a day. Here is something to think about while putting on your socks, especially the last paragraph.
Ode to My Socks by Pablo Neruda; Chilean Noble Prize winner for literature in 1971
(Translated by Robert Bly)
Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder’s hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as if they were two cases
knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin.
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome
for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
as learned men collect
I resisted the mad impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this:
Beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
I am the rabbi of a small, vibrant, Conservative, congregation in Grand Rapids, MI. Over the 15 years I have been here, I have seen an evolving religious landscape in the city, in the Jewish community, and within the walls of the synagogue. The synagogue is becoming a house of worship for all people. An increasing number of people who are not – or not yet – Jewish are coming to use as seekers. Our mission is to present an authentic Jewish experience, while remaining open to such seekers. Our mission is to encourage each person who walks through our doors to “Embody Torah: To make every decision and every act reflect our commitment to Torah.”