I love the idea of collective memory–of those things that we remember ourselves, but even moreso, that we remember together. Those moments when our own memories meld with those around us, and multiple stories are woven together into one tale. Moments that we each remember differently as individuals, and yet have all become melded together over time as we tell and retell our stories. Moments that we may not even have been there for, and yet are indellibly printed into our minds. Stories that we’ve heard so many times that it is as if we were there. Memories that belong to each of us as much as they belong to all of us.
This is why we tell the story of the Exodus each Passover at the seder, so that we can all join into the collective story of the beginning of the Jewish people–making the story our own as we tell it once again.
And this, to me, is the power of the shofar. A sound that has been described as being as ancient as it is timeless. It’s amazing to me that the basic sound of the blast of a shofar has essentially not changed since that moment on Mount Sinai. For all this time, we’ve been hearing the same sound. It connects us to our past and to others. And for that moment, time stops, and the universe outside of that sound ceases to exist, and that shofar is the sound of our story.
And yet, at the same time, the shofar calls to us differently each year–we experience that moment differently. Because of who we are at that moment. Of where we’ve found ourselves within our collective memory and our shared story.
I’ve been thinking a lot about conversion lately, and look forward to welcoming some new souls into the Jewish people next week. One of my favorite things about working with people through the process has always been–and continues to be–seeing them begin to, themselves, start to remember these collective memories, as they begin to take their own place in our story. Watching them figure out how to tell and retell the tale it in their own way.
So that when they embrace the Torah scroll for the first time, it’s a scroll that contains their own memories that they are holding in their arms.
And when they hear the shofar for the first time as a Jew, it is a sound they’ve been hearing–we’ve all been hearing–for thousands of years.
Ironically, I almost forgot to write this today!! And I’m proud of myself for having completed 2 weeks of remembering to write posts for #BlogElul. I have to say, #BlogElul and #BlogExodus have both been a powerful part of my spiritual holiday prep over the past couple of years–and even moreso this year, having considered the themes and written posts on them consistantly. There’s more on #BlogElul here if you want an overview!