Shavuot might be the most underrated
holiday on the Jewish calendar.
Typically understood as the celebration of the supernatural tale
of G-d
giving Moses the Torah on
First is the idea of
conversion. Traditionally, the book of
Ruth is read on Shavuot to connect us to the first story recorded of a
Jew by
choice. Rabbi Zalman Schachter Shalomi
says that “in today’s world, we are all Jews by
choice.” Nevertheless, people
who convert to Judaism
often pose intellectual and spiritual challenges for those who were
born
Jewish. Their curiosity, commitment and
motivation, not to mention their lack of baggage, can offer a fresh
perspective
on the “Jewish project” (whatever THAT means).
As a historically syncretistic religion, Jews
from every generation have been impacted
by people and forces outside of our communities. Having
worked with over fifteen conversion
candidates in the past three years, each fresh pair of eyes has brought
an
unpredictable newness that always feels unique and ripe with potential,
sort of
like a new child.
Speaking of which, the second symbol
of Shavuot that I find meaningful comes from one of the holiday’s
nicknames –
Chag Ha’bikurim, holiday of the first fruits.
This is the name referenced in the Torah which ties the holiday
to its
ancient agricultural roots. Some of you
who are involved in CSA’s or farmers markets might be noticing
that new fruits
and vegetables are coming into season now.
So too, in
Which brings me to my final
point. As most of you know, Olivia and I
are finally experiencing our first fruits with the birth of our son
Benjamin. Because of timing and
location, most of you were not at Benjamin’s bris, but with the
summer fast
approaching, I wanted to make sure everyone could see how we chose the
name.
The following is the
speech Olivia and I delivered at the bris about how
we named our Son Benjamin Joly Weinberg or in Hebrew Binyamin Simcha
Weinberg
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We are not by nature a very superstitious
couple, but
before Benjamin was born there was something really important about
people
wishing us a B’sha’a Tova, a blessing that everything
should happen at a good
time – and with G-d’s help – the right
time. We appreciated
the mazal tovs too, don’t get me wrong, but you, Benjamin, you
came at the
Sha’a Tova, the time you were meant to come and it has already
impacted who you
are and how we came up with your name.
Olivia:
I'll start by saying a few words about Benjamin's English middle name.
Joly is
my last name. I got it from my dad, who got it from his dad and our
ancestry
can be traced back to the 16th century in
Ezra:
For Benjamin’s Hebrew middle name we are choosing to call him
Simcha,
which also means Joy. It often refers to a joyous
occasion. Sometimes a simcha is obvious, like a
wedding, but
sometimes it is hidden. It’s not always apparent, even
at a bris,
how to fully express the feeling of simcha, especially in a world
filled with
so much brokenness. We expect that the experience of raising
our son
will give us many opportunities to learn about joy. But
ultimately
through our life choices, connection to the Jewish community, and our
marriage,
it is our hope bring more simcha into the
world. B’sha’a Tova,
may there be timely, clutch joy in all of our lives.
Olivia: Benjamin
or Binyamin in Hebrew. The B is to honor my maternal
grandmother,
Betty Swartz, who passed on only two
short months ago. She was 97 years old and
had a
tenacious personality all the years I was lucky to know
her. She
lived long enough to meet her first two great-grandchildren, Mia and
Lucy, so
it feels fitting that we name our first child in Betty, or as we called
her,
Nana’s memory.
Ezra: When
my great aunt Helen died, my cousin Benjy Weinberg Z”L, had a
daughter and he
named her Helen. “I remember him saying when she was
born, “It’s the
new Helen Weinberg!” Benjy had been one of my favorite
cousin’s
growing up. Black sheep of the family to some, but one of
the first
people ever to treat me like my thoughts and opinions in the world
mattered. Cousin Benjy’s life was cut short ten years
ago. It was a family tragedy. For me it was
compounded by
the fact that I never saw his daughter after his
funeral. For years
I dreamed about meeting her again, to see if she had some of his spirit
in her,
but I could not find her. And then, just about nine months
ago
Helen, now 18 years old, turned up. She showed up in
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We are excited
to introduce Benjamin, “our first fruit,” to the community
in the coming
weeks. Please stay tuned.
Hag Sameach
everyone and have a great summer.
Reb Ezra