Friday, November 23, 2012

Thanksgiving...

When I married my husband, I was surprised to learn that his family didn't celebrate Thanksgiving. His parents were Holocaust survivors, born and raised in Europe, threatened and nearly killed by the Nazis. They immigrated to the United States because anywhere, everywhere was better than Europe and the US was the first place that came through with enough visas for the brothers and sisters on both sides that had survived. Gone were the parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts. Each had lost siblings, cousins, friends, neighbors.

They were a generation cut off from their roots but not their future and the one thing they knew for sure was that their future would not be spent in Europe. As far as I know, the only other time they went back to Europe was on a personal "heritage" tour in which they went with my sister-in-law and at one place, were met with a woman and a knife because she thought they had come to take her home - the one she had stolen from my father-in-law's family - away from her.

It was the United States of America that accepted them, welcomed them, and gave them a secure place to raise their children. They accepted many things from their new homeland, but not this holiday of Thanksgiving. For them, as Orthodox Jews, thanksgiving was something you gave every day, not once a year, they explained to me (as others have as well).

In practice, the concept of thanking God is so ingrained in the Jewish religion that it is the first words we speak each morning - Modeh Ani -

מוֹדֶה (מוֹדָה) אֲנִי לְפָנֶֽיךָ מֶֽלֶךְ חַי וְקַיָּים. שֶׁהֶֽחֱזַֽרְתָּ בִּי נִשְׁמָתִי בְחֶמְלָה. רַבָּה אֱמֽוּנָתֶֽךָ
I offer thanks before you, living and eternal King, for You have mercifully restored my soul within me; Your faithfulness is great.

I tried to explain to them that for me Thanksgiving was about family - it was the chance to gather everyone close on a day that was not Shabbat, when Jews are unable to travel, use electricity, and generally stay close to home.

So, each year, most years, we made a Thanksgiving dinner with friends and family. When we moved to Israel, we made a few dinners with American friends, but for the most part, the tradition fell away. It's been years since I did it. Until Lauren came into our lives and asked about the holiday.

I decided this year to make a turkey and invite my parents and my sister - her children, my children. And then, Israel went...well, as it turns out, not really to war but into Operation Pillar of Defense. Elie was called in and I wasn't sure what to do. I decided that whatever Lauren wanted, we'd do and so I asked. I think she was surprised that I asked - hadn't considered canceling. You don't cancel Thanksgiving, after all - it's there. And so my husband picked up the turkey, I stuffed it and cooked it. Lauren made pumpkin pie and a delicious soup - and my parents and my sister and one of her kids (and her fiance, who is also named Elie), came.

And though he didn't make it in time for dinner - but rather time enough to grab leftovers and eat them straight off the plate as a happy Lauren packed him food - Elie came home.

Thanksgiving is a time - one time along with every day and every minute of your life that you should stop and give thanks. Some families go around the table and have everyone say one thing for which they are grateful. That's not something we have ever done, but perhaps we should.

I am so very grateful, God, that You brought my son home safely. I'm grateful for the rain that pours down on this land at this moment, and even for the thunder and lightning. I am grateful for the land in which I live; that we are able to defend ourselves as we were not able to do when my in-laws lived and nearly died in Europe.

I am so very grateful for the blessings in my life - my husband, my children, my grandson, the three that have married my children to form families of their own. I am grateful to the soldiers of the Israel Defense Forces who answered the call without hesitation -in staggering numbers and with staggering efficiency. They rushed to answer the call - out of love and dedication.

I am grateful that though there was so much property damage and waste, despite the terrors and fears, I am grateful that so many were spared; that miracles happened every day to lessen the injuries.

I thank You, God, for the promise that is Israel and I thank You for the deep friendship Israel shares with the American people, who stood by us, comforted us, and showed their tremendous support through the last 8 days.

May God bless the United States of America, its people and its way of life and may the blessings of this past week continue here in Israel - may our sons and daughters be safe, our land protected and secure.

There is a culture so different beyond our borders - it is not ours. One person was killed in Gaza, three wounded from the bullets shot into the air to celebrate what they consider a victory. Personally, I'd rather live in a land that does not celebrate war. Our sons came home last night - and they were welcomed with hugs, warm food, and the gratitude of our nation.

Whatever the politics, whether we should have gone in to Gaza with ground forces or not, the most important fact right now is that at this moment, rockets are not being fired at Israel. How long that will last is anyone's guess and no one is naive enough in Israel to believe it won't be happening again.

I have theories that I won't share here as to why Bibi Netanyahu accepted Washington's command for a ceasefire - but whatever the politics...at this moment, Elie is with his wife and tens of thousands of other soldiers are home or safe on base. It's raining in my beautiful country, a land that blesses each drop of water that comes from the skies. We are filled with thanksgiving which is, in all honesty, so much more fulfilling and meaningful than being filled with some misguided sense of victory or hatred.

2 comments:

jan said...

beautiful post! You do indeed have so much to be thankful for...and may this always be the case, more and more blessings every day1 Jan

pokeandnudge said...

I have been praying for your country. Your blog is wonderful.
Denny USA

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