Nothing as Broken as a Whole Heart Parshas Yisro

Matti Friedman, in his book, Who by Fire, describes a few week period in the life of Lenord Cohen’s life. Leonord Cohen was born to an Orthodox family in Montreal in 1936. He attended a Jewish school and was a member of Shareo Shomayim, and Orthodox shul. However, Leonord did not follow in his parents’ footsteps. He was not observant, nor did he have an especially close relationship to the Jewish People.

Matti’s story focuses on a short period of Leonord Cohen’s life in 1973. Leonord was 39, which at the time, was kind of old for a folk singer. He was an icon, having produced numerous hits that made him wildly popular. He was wealthy; his songs were used for the soundtracks of blockbuster films. Most normal people would be thrilled. He was miserable.

He was vacationing on a Greek island, surrounded by opulence, by women, drugs, everything that normally made him happy, but he felt empty. He wanted to write more poetry, but he felt like he had nothing left to say. He wanted to compose more music, but he felt like he exhausted his capabilities.

Instead of kicking back and enjoying his life, he jumped on a plane and flew to Israel. He arrived in Israel in the middle of the Yom Kippur war. He had intended to do what so many of us have done this past year; he had hoped to volunteer on a Kibbutz. But he was spotted by some Israeli musicians who begged him to come along with them to visits soldiers on the front line. He acquiesced. Leonord Cohen and this improvised band of Israelis traveled from army base to army base with no fanfare. They’d show up at a base, sometimes a small outpost, and just start playing music. The soldiers would grab some flashlights and shine them on Leonord Cohen and his band, they’d play for a few hours, often without an amp, and then they’d leave.

He was there for only a few weeks, but it literally changed his life. In Israel, he found his missing inspiration. Shortly after his trip, he put out a new album, which included the classic “Who by Fire” a nod to the Yom Kippur davening. The album was titled, New Skin for the Old Ceremony, an allusion to a circumcision, a reference to his own spiritual rebirth. Instead of retiring at 39, he continued composing music until his 80’s.

Leonord Cohen was a complicated man, and I would not describe him as a role model. But that experience of being on top of the world, yet feeling broken, and then reinventing himself into something even greater, speaks to an important ideal – the importance of imperfection and brokenness in the process of personal growth.

Yosef, your parents describe you as a renaissance man. You are an exceptional runner on the Beth Tfiloh track team, you play trumpet – not an easy instrument, you just came in first place in BT’s Chidon Hatanach, you learn the daf!!, you are a leader, you cook, you are polite and kind and thoughtful. You have it all. And that’s amazing. But there is also a danger in having so many talents.

Rav Menachem Mendel of Kotzk used to say, “There is nothing as whole as a broken heart.” I think an even more accurate statement would be, “There is nothing as broken as a whole heart.” Meaning, the individual who thinks they are perfect, who thinks they have it made, who thinks they have no room for improvement, that is not perfection, that is brokenness. The individual who realizes that there is so much more to do, that there is so much room for growth, that there is so much that is incomplete, that is whole.

When G-d gave us the Torah, it was the greatest moment in human history; G-d communicated with 2 million Jews! G-d came down to earth! The Talmud describes the zuhama, the spiritual filth that entered the world through the snake in the garden of Eden, as being banished from the world in that moment. We were at the top.

But being at the top creates an illusion of perfection, thinking that we have it made is the worst possible mindset. And so, those original holy tablets had to be broken. And only then, with those shattered tablets in hand, could the Jewish People start again, and this time succeed.

The recognition that something is incomplete, that we are lacking, that we are in need, is the essence of our relationship with Hashem. There is a famous question that many ask – how can it be that the peak of Jewish prayer is so self-serving, it’s filled with personal requests? The Shemoneh Esrei is a laundry list of the things we need. Yes, we say thank you, we say, G-d, You’re great, but the climax of the Amidah, is, “Please, G-d, I need something from You.” Health, wealth, whatever. That’s prayer?! That’s the meeting point between man and his Creator? When we ask for things?!

Rav Yitzchak Hutner, one of the great Jewish philosophers of the 20th century, responds, yes, that is precisely how we meet G-d. He writes as follows: “Af al gav d’b’chol ha’inyanim yecholto shel adam nimneit al tzad shleimuto, even though with all other matters, a person’s ability is defined by their perfection… Mikol makom, b’inyan hat’filah, when it comes to prayer, y’cholet ha’amidah lifnei hamelech nizonet davka mei’chesrono, our ability to stand before the King is nourished specifically from our deficiencies. V’lu yetzuyar adam she’eino chaser lo klum, and if, in theory, there were a person who was not lacking whatsoever, harei shleimut zu shel amidah lifeni hamelech neu’lah l’fanav, the ability and the perfection of standing before the King would be locked before him.”

Meaning, Shemoneh Esrei is not about asking for our needs. It is an exercise in acknowledging that we have needs. And that takes an incredible amount of emotional and spiritual maturity. Spiritual greatness, Rav Hutner is explaining, is defined not by what we have, but by the recognition of how much more we need.

That’s what Leonord Cohen realized on that Greek island. There is no such thing as being whole, there is no such thing as being complete, there is no such thing as having made it. There is nothing more broken than a whole heart. It was only when he saw his brothers in distress, fighting for their lives, fighting for the Jewish future, it was only when he realized that he was so small, so insignificant, so incomplete, it was only then that he was able to continue to build and to grow. Because there is nothing as whole as a broken heart.

Had Leonord Cohen not traveled to Israel he would never have composed the song that I imagine we all know, Hallelujah. In that song, which he wrote after his trip to Israel, he echoes the sentiment of the Kotzker Rebbe and he sings, “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”

The other week, the lights above my head were not working. Some people were embarrassed, why are things never running smoothly around here?

But that’s my favorite part of our shul – we don’t sugarcoat the fact that things are not always perfect. And that’s what allows this shul to be one of the most authentic places on earth. That’s what allows us to be a growth-oriented community. Because growth can only take place by acknowledging the cracks, by acknowledging the brokenness. Those moments of darkness can propel us to blinding heights.

It is normal to feel lacking from time to time, to feel hungry for more. Most often we try to silence that hunger. With food, with movies, with a bunch of other stuff I won’t mention – whatever it takes to silence that uncomfortable gnawing feeling. What a tragic mistake.

Because that feeling is the greatest gift of all. When we feel unsettled, when our soul is rumbling, when we feel lost and yearning for something else, that is the crack we need to let the light in, those moments of existential crisis, if we acknowledge them, can propel us to the greatest of spiritual heights.

And that is my hope and blessing for you, Yosef. Because Yosef, you have it all; brains, skills, heart. You can coast to an amazing life. But I hope and pray that you do not coast. I hope and pray that you do not forget the lesson of your parsha, how the Torah given on a mountain is not half as potent as the Torah rebuilt out of shards, how we need to climb and climb and climb. And then, when we reach the top, we need to start all over again. How we need to constantly ask ourselves, in what way am I broken, in what way am I missing, in what way am I dependent on others. And then in those cracks, I am confident, you will let in the most brilliant light.

More than just a Braid Parshas Bo

Every once in a while, my wife goes away for a few days and leaves me with the kids. Before she leaves, she sits me down to review all the things I need to do to cover for her – which is a LOT. But after reviewing the telephone-book-sized instruction manual she left me with, things go smoothly. Meals, snacks, friends, homework, everyone’s smiling. Next morning, outfits, breakfast, super smooth. And then, inevitably, one child looks up, with those eyes, and asks, “Aba, who’s going to make my double French braid?”

“No problem. I’ll do your hair.”

And that’s when everything goes out the window.

“MOOOOOMMMMY! I MISS MY MOMMY!!!”

I try to reason with them to calm them down – which by the way is a terrible strategy, never works, and I tell them, “Girls, it’s just your hair, it’s just a braid. Who cares?”

 

“JUST MY HAIR?!?!?! IT’S NOT JUST A BRAID!!!!

All of us who have been glued to our screens these past weeks, watching the hostages get freed, know that my children are right, that it is not just a braid.

For those who do not know what I am referring to – About a week ago some social media accounts started discussing the ‘Mystery Braider.’ They were referring to the fact that many of the female hostages who were released, both in November of 2023 and those released last week, had their hair done in braids.

Apparently, a young woman who was with them in captivity, made sure to take care of these women’s hair before they were released. The Mystery Braider was Agam Berger, a 21-year-old, who was captured from the Nachal Oz army base. One hostage who was released before her, shared something about her even more remarkable than her hair braiding. While in captivity, Agam decided she would start keeping Shabbos and Kosher. When her captors demanded that she cook on Shabbos, she refused. When they offered her bread on Pesach, she did not eat it. When meat was served to them in the few meals they had each week, she ate nothing.

But it was the braids that caught everyone’s attention. It was understood that these braids were meant to be an act of defiance – to demonstrate to Hamas that they cannot break us. So much so, that the family urgently pleaded for people to remove all posts about Agam from social media, as they were concerned that Hamas may see her as a symbol of resistance and not release her.

It was more than an act of defiance. Those braids stood for something so much greater.

In my mind, I have these two images side by side. The young women, with smiles, and braided hair, embraced by their families; tears and kisses and laughter. And next to that image is an image of the chaotic and horrific scene that took place a short while earlier as hostages were paraded through a bloodthirsty crowd, shoving and chanting Allah Akhbar. That chanting crowd symbolized the depth of depravity that humans can stoop, and those braids symbolized the ability to retain a sense of dignity in the darkest of places.

There is a long tradition of braids in Jewish culture and history.

Every Shabbos, the loaves of bread that we eat are braided. According to some sources, the reason we braid our Challah takes us all the way back to the first moments of human history.

The Talmud in Meseches Eruvin quotes Rav Shimon ben Menasya who says that right after Chava, was created, before being introduced to Adam, G-d Himself braided her hair to make her look more attractive to Adam. Braiding hair is clearly a divine act.

But our Sages take this even further.

The Talmud in Meseches Shabbos teaches us that braiding hair on Shabbos is forbidden. What melacha, what prohibited activity can possibly be involved in weaving hair?

The Gemara explains that the textual source for G-d braiding Chava’s hair is the word vayiven, which literally means that G-d built. Building is forbidden on Shabbos, and braiding is a form of building.

Sounds like a stretch, right?

Listen to what Rav Kook has to say about this (Ayn Ayah, 10:17). When we think of the act of building, we think of bricks and mortar, we think of metal supports and stone floors. We think of a structure that protects us from the elements. But that is a primitive perspective. Building, the Talmud is teaching us, involves aesthetics. It involves beauty. The emotional inspiration, the colors, the fabric, the design, all of those are integral to the act of building.

In this opening moment of history, G-d conveyed to Adam and Chava what it means to be a human. We are not animals, we do not live by the survival of the fittest, we do not view the world through utilitarian glasses alone. As humans, we need to elevate ourselves, we need to observe the Divine beauty that exists around us, and we need to create beauty. We need to broaden ourselves through all the emotions and Divine beauty that the world has to offer. So yes, braiding is building, because a world void of beauty is a body void of its soul.

In the deep dark cellars of Gaza, Agam Berger stumbled upon this reality. She found G-d, and she found G-dliness in everything and everyone around her. Braided hair was Agam’s way of saying, you may have taken my body, you may have beaten me, you may have abused me, but you cannot take my Divine spark. You cannot take away the beauty of my soul.

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Today, we are welcoming a young woman into our faith, we are celebrating the Bat Mitzvah of Liora Sipple. Liora, you remind me of the Mystery Braider. Liora is an exceptionally talented artist. She has won awards and accolades for her sewing and weaving. She works with clay, with yarn, with paint. Liora knows the secret of the braids – how art, how beauty, expresses our Divine spark. But like Agam, she not only sees it in herself, she sees Divinity in others. Liora is extraordinarily thoughtful. She creates art not for herself but mostly for others.

And it’s no surprise. This past week, I met with a group of communal leaders in another city who were interested in making their communities more welcoming. I shared with them some of the practices we have in our model shul. One of the things I highlighted was how we try to ensure that everyone has meals – whether it’s the monthly shul-wide lunches and dinners, whether it’s the email invitation that goes out weekly to those who live on their own, or whether it’s our WhatsApp chat where people can find a host or guest with the click of a finger. But well before we had all these beautiful systems in place, I had a single tool at my disposal. Whenever someone was visiting our shul for the first time or someone was looking for a meal, I knew I could always call Ian and Naomi Sipple who would, in a heartbeat, agree to host.

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When Agam was released this past Thursday, she was reunited with her parents and then flown by helicopter to a hospital in Petach Tikvah. They gave her a whiteboard if she wanted to write a message to share with the millions of Jews worldwide who were waiting for her with bated breath. On the whiteboard, she wrote the words, Derech Emunah bacharti, I chose a path of faith, a quote from the book of Tehillim.

Liora, today you are making the choice to walk in the way of faith, following in the footsteps of Agam, following in the footsteps of your parents, following in the footsteps of G-d. To be a Jew means to build, not just a state and not just an army, but to build braids, to build a world of beauty, to find expression for all of our G-d given talents and emotions, that no matter what darkness and challenges we face, to see the Divine within ourselves and within every person around us.