Questions, Miracles and Blessings

Mar 1, 2022 | Mind & Body, Uncategorized

As a child, growing up back in Southern California, all I knew about Jews was that my Daddy didn’t like them. I never knew why. Big Mama (my grandmother) didn’t like Mexicans. I didn’t know what her reasons for that were either. 

We weren’t the sort of family where a child could comfortably ask anyone in the older generations questions about… well… anything really – unless they didn’t mind getting slapped. I minded, so I didn’t ask.

I do remember thinking that since many of the same people who hated Black people hated Jews and Mexicans too, it didn’t make sense to me that Black people should hate Jews and Mexicans. Weren’t we all in the same uncomfortable and dangerous boat and weren’t we all working and fighting to get out of that same place? Wouldn’t it make more sense to be making common cause with people who had the same issues as we did?  

Looking back, I think I was right, even if I was just a kid. But I have to admit that I didn’t worry about it very much at the time. Some things just seemed unknowable back then, even had I been willing to chance a slap. 

I was a little Christian girl with a lot of questions. That was just another one, and it wasn’t, to be honest, even near the top of the list. 

Time moved on as it does, and there I was in Denver, Colorado, a place with some of the most beautiful scenery in the world: the Rocky Mountains. I was no longer a Christian. I had become a practitioner of the earth-based religion: Wicca. (And no we weren’t Satanists.) But witch me still had a lot of questions. 

That seemed to be the only consistent bit in my life: that I had a LOT of questions. 

Eventually I ended up in a small town in Pennsylvania where there weren’t enough Jews to make a minyan. 

So when I began to consider converting to Judaism, there was again a lot of moving, though this was physical, not temporal: driving north to the nearest synagogue and south both to a teacher I found online (which in hindsight was not one of my best decisions), and to another synagogue with a cantor with the most gorgeous voice, and a lot of interesting classes (which was). 

That one constant in my life did remain: I still had a lot of questions. I was very excited that, in learning about Judaism, I actually got some

answers. I was less excited though, when I figured out that the answers generally led to even more questions. Many, many, many more questions. 

One of the things I learned, and one of the things I loved most about Judaism was its emphasis on gratitude. Jews are supposed to say at least 100 blessings a day. And they’re not just blessings on big things, like not dying in a car crash. 

Not that you can’t, or shouldn’t be grateful for that. (A few years ago I tripped and cracked my head open against a cement sidewalk. Believe me, I was very grateful [and said a lot of blessings] when I realized how much worse it could have been.) 

And for me this is the best part of Judaism: it encourages you to be grateful for everything, not just the lack of a broken nose and bones. Grateful that you woke up this morning; that you have food to eat; that your body is functioning properly, are just the first things on the list, followed closely by my friends, and community. I am grateful for everything really. 

Long before I became Jewish, this was something I privately felt was how I should feel and behave. How excited was I to find a whole system that practiced the same thing; that had gratitude built into it. 

When I started my Jewish journey, I had been very surprised to learn how much other faith traditions had taken (well stolen, if we’re honest) from Judaism.

Again time passed, and as I learned more I became aware, it was not just other faiths that did this. I started to see reflections of Jewish thought and practice in the mainstream culture around me, as well. 

An example is found in the 1958 Broadway show/1961 movie Flower Drum Song

In it, there’s a song that, for me, makes the rest of the movie worth watching. (Not that it’s a bad movie. I just think it hasn’t aged very well.) In any

case, this song has, in my opinion, a very Jewish approach to everyday living. 

Some of the lyrics:

A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happening every day,
And those who say they don’t agree
Are those who do not hear or see.
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happening every day. 

The lyrics go on to talk about what some of these miracles are:

 “A swallow in Tasmania is sitting on her eggs,
And suddenly those eggs have wings and eyes and beaks and legs!

“A little girl in Chungking, just thirty inches tall,
Decides that she will try to walk and nearly doesn’t fall!”

And we Jews. We have a blessing for that! We are so lucky to have blessings for everything!

My feeling is that saying blessings all day, every day, should not be considered a burden. Saying them isn’t even, most importantly, a way to thank God for what is going on around us, to us and for us, although it is that too.

However, I believe the most important thing is that having blessings to say keeps us aware of the wonderful things we don’t control, of the beautiful things that we don’t – that we can’t – make happen.

Because of the blessings that are built into Judaism for us to say every day, I think it is more difficult for us to end up being one of “those who say they don’t agree” that there are miracles because they “are those who do not hear or see”.

Let’s hope we never want to stop noticing, and saying blessings on, the “hundred million miracles” that are happening around us all day, every single day.

How excited was I to find a whole system that practiced the same thing; that had gratitude built into it. 

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