Tuesday, November 6, 2018

A-Voting

[To the tune of "A-roving"; clean and G-rated, if slow tempo, version here]
Election Day, it’s time to vote
Mark well what I do say
Election Day, it’s time to vote
Unless you are a giant dolt
     (Chorus)
It’s time to go a-voting, Election Day!
A-voting, a-voting I’ll fill my ballot with black pen
It’s time to go a-voting, Election Day!
I looked up all the candidates
Mark well what I do say
I looked up all the candidates
Found some were sane and some were nuts
(Chorus)
I went into my polling place
Mark well what I do say
I went into my polling place
For I had studied every race
(Chorus)
They handed me my ballot then
Mark well what I do say
They handed me my ballot then
And to the booth I gladly went
(Chorus)
I filled my ballot out with care
Mark well what I do say
I filled my ballot out with care
For that’s the reason I was there
(Chorus)
When I was done I checked it twice
Mark well what I do say
When I was done I checked it twice
There’d be no rolling of the dice
(Chorus)
I put my ballot in the box
Mark well what I do say
I put my ballot in the box
And got a sticker! Voting Rocks!
(Chorus)

Monday, October 29, 2018

Some responses

I reject the thin offer of your thoughts and your prayers
Sickly saccharine sweet they should stick to your tongue
Their paper-thin promise of protection leaves the space between us
empty

You think you present me with a gift of comfort
When what I need is for you to do and to stand
The gift you are giving is to yourself
As you swaddle yourself in impotent, ignorant inaction



Don't think to tell me of God's will
Where was God when the trigger clicked
When the bullets flew
When blood spilled?

God will not save us
Because God has already given
All that we need
To change the world

Our strength
Our voices
Our minds
Ourselves



How can you expect more bullets to solve this?
How can you expect the threat of death to deter?
Hyped on violence and sick twisted words
An attacker fears no pain

And one more life is one too many

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

D’var Behar-Bechukotai

In reading this past week’s parsha, I found several verses particularly troubling.
“Such male and female slaves as you may have—it is from the nations round about you that you may acquire male and female slaves. You may also buy them from among the children of aliens resident among you, or from their families that are among you, whom they begot in your land. These shall become your property: you may keep them as a possession for your children after you, for them to inherit as property for all time.” (Leviticus 25:44-46)
This stands in stark contrast to what I remember reading and learning elsewhere, including during the many Passover seders I’ve attended over the years.
“You shall not wrong a stranger or oppress him, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.” (Exodus 22:20)
And again a chapter later:
“You shall not oppress a stranger, for you know the feelings of the stranger, having yourselves been strangers in the land of Egypt.” (Exodus 23:9)
What’s going on here now one book later? I decided to check each passage for context. The Exodus text takes place during Moses’ ascent to Mount Sinai while the Jews were still wandering through the desert and nomadic. The latter, however, has an interesting preface toward the start of the chapter.
“Speak to the Israelite people and say to them: When you enter the land that I assign to you, the land shall observe a sabbath of the LORD.” (Leviticus 25:2)
It’s not clear, but it seems this preface “when you enter the land” may apply to not just the rest of that sentence but the chapter itself. This led me to four words in each of these passages that may indicate the principle difference. In the more familiar and comfortable text, we read “stranger in the land.” Breaking that apart, that is “stranger” and “in the land.” I’ve heard that a stranger is simply a friend you haven’t met yet, and “in the land” implies having crossed the border of a the future state to live within and alongside the Jewish people.

However, the text from this past week states “nations round about you.” That is “nations” and “round about you” - outside your borders. I think you may start to see the distinction in this as I did. When someone intentionally crosses the border of the land and becomes part of the community, we are to welcome them, respect them, and treat them fairly. However, when they stand in opposition we are permitted to treat them as the threat they show themselves to be.

Of course, there was one more part of this text last week that still stands out. It also says you can “buy them [slaves] from among the children of aliens resident among you.” Does this not contradict everything I just said?

Perhaps not. In particular, it uses the word “alien” instead of “stranger”. It also does not say they are “in the land,” but rather “resident among you.” They simply “reside” there, they are not “in” with you.

As an “alien” who has chosen not to come into the land, they have brought the border with them. They may be acting not simply as separate, but aggressively so. They refuse to say to us “you are my people and I will stand with you.” Should there be war, would they fight alongside the Israelites? Would they feed their neighbors if they were hungry? No - they have intentionally set themselves apart and hold themselves separate.

The punishment still seems somewhat harsh - “keep them as a possession for your children after you, for them to inherit as property for all time” - but that’s another story and shall be told another time.

So, what lesson can we learn? The lesson of intent and mutual support. When you live in a place, do not hold yourself separate from the other residents and the people of that land. Support them and care for them as you do your own people. Do not bring borders into the land to maintain an “us versus them” mentality. And for those come to live and work as part of the nation, welcome them. This teaches us to care for others as we wish to be cared for, both when we are the stranger and when we are the nation.

Monday, April 2, 2018

Lord of the Pings

A friend got an email from Amazon signed:
"Best regards, 
Aragorn
Amazon Web Services"
So I wrote a poem:
All that’s on hold is not bitter,
Not every caller is lost;
The password so strong is no quitter,
Root login protect at all cost. 
From sleep the VMs shall be woken
A light from the LEDs springs
Restart all the Blades with ring tokens
The cloud will respond to all pings