I met Myrna when we were in our first year of college at University of Washington. I was far from my family. She would invite me to her home in the South End for Shabbat where she and her parents enveloped me with love and acceptance. It was the first time I experienced a shomer Shabbat (Shabbat observant) community. I have fond memories of those Shabbatot.
Myrna and I transferred to Brandeis our sophomore year. We roomed together that year and have remained close friends ever since.
One of the sad truths about life in America is that we tend to interact mostly with people who think like us. My experience in American Jewish life is no different. Jews tend to hang out with other Jews whose religious practices and beliefs are quite similar. We tend to think that anyone to our right is a fanatic and anyone to our left is a heretic. We rarely talk honestly with anyone thinks or observes differently than us. We tend to judge other Jews with broad strokes, often in very unflattering ways. And we’re offended when other Jews make assumptions about us. So, in turn, we make even more unflattering assumptions about them. And the cycle just keeps growing.
One of the things I most value about my friendship with Myrna is that while we share many basic values, we practice Judaism very differently. And we can talk about it. And ask questions of each other. And push each other beyond our normal thought boundaries. And we can do it with love and respect and deep appreciation for the religious, spiritual and theological struggles we each face.
A couple of days after we arrived in Jerusalem, Myrna and her husband, Ron, arrived to do the Alyn Bike Ride to raise money for Alyn hospital. The Alyn website reports that the hospital “serves infants, children and adolescents who are afflicted with a broad range of physical disabilities i.e. children who have been injured in road accidents and terror attacks, children suffering from congenital conditions and children suffering from physical limitations due to various illnesses. Children from all over Israel and the world are treated at ALYN regardless of religion or ethnic origin.” Learn more: www.alyn.org
The bike ride was 230 miles beginning in the Galil (Northern Israel) and ending in Jerusalem. Myrna and Ron are my age. I’m not old, but I’m not a spring chicken either. I can’t even begin to imagine doing a 230 mile bike ride, even for a cause as wonderful as Alyn. Myrna and Ron are the grandparents of 10 and yet here they were, half-way around the world, ready for the ride. David and I were impressed.
We were thrilled to have them as our first overnight guests in Jerusalem. They spent a night with us, then went to spend Shabbat with friends in Beit Shemesh, and then returned Saturday night in order to get up at 4:30 Sunday morning and begin their journey.
When they returned Thursday night they were exhausted, but exhilarated and energized. They loved meeting people dedicated to helping the children of Alyn. A wide variety of people. Jews and non-Jews from around the world. All concerned only with the children. Their spirits were soaring, even if their bodies were sore. They looked forward to a restful Shabbat in our home.
During the course of the week when they were gone (our first week in the apartment) we had complained to the apartment agent that we didn’t have sufficient kitchen supplies. Believe it or not, the agent responded by providing all of the basic necessities that we had requested. (It should have all been here when we arrived, but I won’t get picky… We just said thank you.)
When Myrna and Ron returned to Jerusalem and we showed them the new dishes, we realized that in order for them to feel comfortable eating off of these new dishes we needed to take the dishes to the mikveh (ritual bath) to be toiveled. (Ritually immersed in the mikveh water.)
I will admit that I have never toiveled new dishes, but I wanted to avoid having to buy throw-away dishes for Shabbat. The garbage in this town is already overflowing. No need to add to it unnecessarily. And, even more, I wanted Ron and Myrna to feel at home in our apartment over Shabbat. Toiveling the dishes seemed like a small thing to do to honor Myrna and Ron’s needs.
But, as I just told you, I’ve never done this and I had no idea how or where to do it.
No problem. I put Myrna in charge. It seemed like a good table mitzvah to learn. And Myrna is a non-threatening teacher.
So, when walking to Machane Yehudah Friday morning she stopped someone on the street and asked her where one could find a mikveh for toiveling dishes. “Just go up Betzalel Street, turn left on HaNetziv, and, when you get to a rocky area, you’ll see it. Just ask when you get onto HaNetziv. Everyone can show you.”
No problem. Three blocks from my apt. Had I walked right by it and not noticed?
When we got home, we put the dishes in two large bags and started walking up Betzalel, turned left on HaNetziv, and then we asked. It was easy to find.
Yes, I had walked right past it and not noticed. I wonder what else I don’t notice. I also wonder who else I don’t notice. This experience was teaching me more than how to toivel dishes.
Toiveling dishes three blocks from my apartment
A couple other people were toiveling in preparation for Shabbat. We waited our turn. Myrna told me the blessing. We dipped the dishes. And that was that. No big deal. The dishes were now ready for the table. (We washed them with soap and water too, not to worry. The water at the mikveh was ritually clean, but the dishes still needed to be washed.)
At our table with Myrna and Ron
David and I spent a delightful Shabbat with Myrna and Ron. During their visit we talked about religion, about God, about children, about prayer, about the future of the Jewish people, about the State of Israel, about Haredim and secular Jews and everything in-between. We were honest. They were honest. We learned to respect each other even more as we talked. We were reminded that we have more in common than most people would think.
And we were sad when they left.
Old friends are precious. And preserving friendships with people who don’t think or practice Judaism exactly like us provides an important opportunity for growth. I learned a lot from Ron and Myrna. And not just about toiveling dishes.
David and I are thrilled that they plan to return for a cousin’s wedding in February. By then I’ll have more questions for Myrna. And I imagine she’ll have more for me as well.
I’m so grateful for her friendship.
And that they chose to spend Shabbat at our table.
By the way, if you want to support Ron and Myrna’s Alyn Ride, even after the fact, I think it is still possible. Check out their ride website: www.wolusa.org/MitnickTeam