16 November 2010
"Like the dew of Hermon, that cometh down upon the mountains of Zion." Goodness, at times, has to come from far away, travel great distance, in order, once again, to emanate its decency from the source of Forever.
134. Again with the standing all night long. This time, like a magic trick, with hands lifted toward the Sanctuary of the Eternal. I imagine a community meeting. All members of CBE standing at the corners of Eighth Avenue and Garfield Place, hands raised toward the Sanctuary, blessing God. We need blessing to repair our sacred spaces. But we need money, too. Lots of it. "The Eternal bless thee out of Zion; even He that made heaven and earth." This is a truth we have been davenning for three thousand years. Still, please give. It's cold outside. And our arms are tired.
135. Hey! Who caused the vapors to rise from the corners of the earth? What is going on over there?! Alright, alright! It's lightning out of the window over here! Hello!? History marches on; we survive against all odds. Egypt; the Wilderness; Canaan; the Land of Israel. Nothing can stop us--and their "gods" are mere idols. Allow me to repeat myself: Silver and gold are mere works of their hands; they have ears that don't hear; eyes that don't see; mouths with no breath; clay made from clay. It all fades away. House of Israel! House of Aaron! House of Levi!* Blessed be the Eternal out of Zion, who dwelleth in Jerusalem. Hallelujah!"
*("ye that fear the Eternal," as an aside, by the way.)
In other words, as I read this psalm: We've been given the strength and support to survive. But man, do we ever have the potential, at any given moment, to tear ourselves down.