My membership at Holy Blossom Temple has meant the world to me. From a young age, I was able to meet other Jewish kids and learn about Judaism, and as I grew up, I was able to participate as a young adult. Through my membership, I was able to join in HABSTY (the youth group at HBT) and make memories and friends that will last me a lifetime. I was also introduced to the world of NFTY, which created some of my best high school moments. Now, as a university student, I am able to go to Holy Blossom for services, gather with friends, and learn. Holy Blossom has provided me with something for every stage of my life.
My membership at Holy Blossom is so much more than just going to high holiday services; it is just my introduction to the whole Jewish Community. If considering Holy Blossom, I 100% would say do it. It’s a great place to be!
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Hello, this is Ellen Cole. I’m on the Board of Directors at Holy Blossom Temple and I’m calling today to check in with you and your family to see how you are coping with these current conditions. How is your family? And how are you?
Thus begins my weekly conversation with HBT congregants. I am one of several privileged volunteers who reach out to our community for a check-in as they cope with the “new normal”.
And it truly is a privilege. Everyone I speak with is touched and grateful that we take the time and that we truly care. I share my new mantra: stay safe, stay healthy, stay home – and stay connected. But mostly I just listen.
And the feedback is always so helpful. I’ve shared recipes, tips on making masks and even who to call to change the winter tires – right at your house!
As I point out the services and programs that are available on the holyblossom.org website for Zoom minyans, livestream Shabbat and holiday services, many of them already know. Their children are attending Sunday School with David Gershon or participating as Little Blossoms.
I am so proud of what Holy Blossom is doing for its congregation and so glad I am a part of this outreach initiative. I usually do it on a Friday so I can wish the congregant or family Shabbat shalom. And I always feel that I am getting as much or more than I am giving.
This is what it means to volunteer – to get such an uplifting sense of satisfaction in reaching out – to listen and to truly be part of a congregation.
We chose Holy Blossom Temple because this special congregation not only welcomes but also enthusiastically celebrates a diversity of members. We feel fortunate to live in Toronto, a city that leads the way in the inclusion and integration of same-sex families. One of the city’s major congregation that programs specifically for the lesbian and gay community, Holy Blossom understands that a homogenous membership, one in which everyone looks exactly the same, has a shrinking and diminishing place in our multicultural society. By ensuring the lesbian and gay communities understand they too have a home at Holy Blossom, the Temple has positioned itself as the most welcoming major congregation for same-sex families. We hope that as we spread the word that all of us are welcome as valued and cherished Temple members that more and more diverse families will choose Holy Blossom as their spiritual home.
Life can blossom here.
Jonathan Ain, Sam Gershkovich & Nathan Gershkovich Ain
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I am told by my daughter that there is an emphasis on engaging young Jews to find their way to a meaningful Judaism. For me, an “old’ Jew, engaging with a meaningful Judaism means returning to a home I never quite knew. Throughout my adult life I crept, if not ran, away from a world that felt unwelcoming to a non-affluent, unaffiliated and unschooled-in-religious-life Jew.
For me Judaism was a deep soulful feeling influenced by my attachment to my Polish grandparents with whom I lived as a child. It was Shabbat dinners of farfel, chicken soup, roast chicken, and potatoes sprinkled with paprika, shared with extended family, refugees from a foreign land. It was Yiddish, talk of beloved relatives lost to Auschwitz, and Saturday night poker games. It was my grandfather reading the Yiddish news. My parents’ influence, on the other hand, was often cerebral and mostly uncomfortable.
Me with my Mom, Barbara
To my father, Al Jolson, Belle Barth, Mickey Katz, Chinese food on paper plates, Schwartz’s Deli and street fights in Duddy Kravitz’s Montreal defined his Judaism. But it was my mother’s influence that taught me to feel shame, internalized antisemitism, and how to “pass” in an often antisemitic Gentile world. The mocking of my father, unable to read Torah (or worse still, unable to hold a job), by my wealthy and devout Conservadox uncle did not help. My uncle was not a mensch, and if wealth and devoutness to Torah alone brought him esteem, this was not a faith that I could embrace. By the time I reached my early twenties, seeking defined my Jewish place in the world. I adopted New York intellectuals and writers as my mentors and influencers. I copied Lewis Hine’s haunting portrait of a young Jewish woman “fresh off the boat”, calling it a self-portrait. I introduced myself to Allen Ginsberg, who like many other disenfranchised Jews, had embraced Buddhism. I tried to find my Jewish self in places unknown.
Over the years, my affiliation with Judaism became more difficult as I tried to reconcile what it meant to have a Jewish soul in an intermarriage with a lapsed Catholic. We agreed to raise our children with Jewish identities, though there were limits I imposed for the sake of the marriage. No Jewish rights of passage, no Hebrew school, bar or bat mitzvahs. We lived downtown where there were few other Jews. Though we agreed that the celebration of Passover with its focus on liberation was important to tell, our telling was exclusively in English with chairs around the table filled by non-Jewish friends. Here, in this unusual place, I felt free from the feeling that I was the “evil child”, from the seder telling of the Four Children, who was completely outside.
Me with my Father, David
Regardless of my facade of an ambivalent identity, I longed to belong and connect with other Jews and felt a deep need to banish the self-hatred that my parents’ irresolute relationship with their faith had taught me. Years later, when my marriage ended, the journey to a find a Judaism that felt authentic began to take place. From synagogue to synagogue, movement to movement, my exploration began. And though I was touched in deep ways along this journey, somehow it never felt deep enough. Not until I entered Holy Blossom Temple did I find my way back.
What was it that beckoned me to this temple that once intimidated this child of economically challenged parents and grandparents? Was it the sanctuary, majestic in comparison to the tiny shul on Gilgorm where my grandfather took me as a child? Was it the cantorial richness of Beny Maissner’s voice, reaching deep into my soul, or the angels singing through cantorial soloist Lindi Rivers? Perhaps it was Rabbi Splansky’s eloquence or the feeling I had when Rabbi Helfman handed me the Torah on the day we “rejoice in Jewish law”? Or was it Rabbi Satz’s embodiment of menschkeit and dedication to human rights? Perhaps it was simpler, the feeling of familiarity of the schmoozers in the hall after services. I’m not sure.
My grandfather leading our family Passover seder, 1953
It was my daughter, who found her way into Jewish community leadership through the unspoken kinship I passed to her, who introduced me to Rabbi Satz. Sitting in his office, my first ever meeting with a rabbi, I spoke my heart. Offering me reassurance, the Rabbi said not knowing how to read or speak Hebrew was not a barrier to living a spiritual life. Sharing Jay Michaelson’s book Everything is God: the Radical Path of Nondual Judaism, and inviting me to join his Mussar sessions, I felt known and accepted. On March 13th, at age 63, I attended, marking the the beginning of my first formal Jewish studies. Here, surrounded by similar seekers, I found the Jewish soulfulness I had been seeking for so long. After a life held distant from organized religion, I feel this distance slipping away.
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Having made a contribution to the Renewal Project some time ago, we had been wrestling with an appropriate naming opportunity for some time in order to honour Janette’s parents, Mila and Jack Penn. Indoor, outdoor, rooms, gardens…what to do….?? Then we were offered the opportunity of dedicating one of the Temple’s Torah’s in their memory… How special, we thought!
The Torah is the consistent multi-thousand year underpinning of Judaism and the Jewish People. Janette’s parents were synagogue people, and indeed were one of the founding families of Beth Emeth. And so we chose to dedicate a Torah in their memory! And so the Torah has been part of our history, and so it will continue….
Rabbi Splansky turned the opportunity into something very special. We were given the opportunity to “touch and feel” the Torah’s, and learn about the various histories of the alternatives open to us. We chose a particular Torah, in part because of how it was written, and because of its source. Somehow it spoke to us.
With our youngest son Ari about to be married to the love of his life, Carly Bennie, on November 19th, we decided to combine their auf ruff with the Torah dedication during the same Saturday morning service. And how special that turned out to be,Ari and our family and Carly and her family were all able to experience the solemnity of the auf ruff, together with the dedication of the chosen Torah in memory of Janette’s parents by our family- Michael and Janette, Jesse, Cole and Shelby, Ari and Carly.
There were other highlights as well. Singing the Hallelujah prayer to the music of Leonard Cohen, who had just passed, and memorializing the veterans during the week of remembrance day were two. We also delighted in the D’var Israel of Holy Blossom’s UJA Shinshinim who spoke about Rabin and the polarization in Israel around his memory.
Properly completed with an excellent meal in the Enkin Boardroom, we went home very happy with everything that had taken place, the integration of Ari and Carly’s auf ruff with the dedication of “our” Torah to Janette’s parents, together with the acknowledgement of our veterans and the words of our shinshinim. It was a very special morning, one we will not soon forget.
The new Senior Rabbi, W. Gunther Plaut, was on the bima. A preschool student was sitting in the sanctuary about fifteen rows back between her parents. Congregants were self-reflecting during the silent prayer.
The upstairs balcony door opened and in walked Mr. Heinz Warschauer, Director of Education.
In a loud, excited, voice, the little girl proclaimed, “Hellooooo Mr. Warschauer!” to the amusement of some congregants and horror of her embarrassed parents who both covered her mouth with their hands. Mr. Warschauer immediately and deliberately leaned over the balcony, smiled, and redirected her parents. “No, don’t do that. She’s happy to see me. It’s wonderful to have our children be happy and comfortable here.” Everyone relaxed. The service continued.
Four Generations – my mom Helen Lyon, me, daughter Mira Lyonblum and granddaughter Sadie Lyonblum. Photo was taken Aug 4 2016.
That little girl was me, Suzie Lyon, and that moment set the tone for my life at Holy Blossom Temple – and my life as a Jewish educator.
It has included preschool as a third generation member through Bat Mitzvah and Confirmation, youth group involvement including URJ camps, student teaching and teaching as an adult, Youth Director and active member, and my greatest joy – raising my children as active Holy Blossom members through adulthood.
Holy Blossom has always been that home, that vibrant and sophisticated place of comfort, the place where I always return for true spiritual fulfilment and guidance and examples of how to live intentionally as a Jew, as a member of the community, as a good person.
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Today I’m feeling humbled and grateful. The two Seders I attended this weekend were beautiful, meaningful and the food was plentiful and delicious. As always, I left with my belly full, and Said to myself “why did I eat so much, I’m never eating again” Tonight I realized how truly lucky I am that I never worry if there is food for my family. We experienced a 3rd Seder unlike any seder I had ever been to before. There were 300 in attendance with 50 volunteers held at my synagogue Holy Blossom Temple. Every year, at our Seder we say the words “may all who are hungry, come and eat” and we don’t really give it a second thought. Tonight, those words had a profound impact on me and especially my daughter Lexi.
Photo by Jay Brodbar
We helped serve and also shared a Seder meal with some special members of our community, many of whom were in fact hungry, who spend many nights on our streets in Toronto. Organizations like Mazon, and Ve’ahavta, and others, as well as the support from congregations, personal donations, and of course, the volunteers who participate, that help make evenings like tonight possible. We are so very lucky to be on the giving end. I share this little story, because until this year in preparation for Lexi’s bat mitzvah, we as a family really hadn’t volunteered our time like this. There are so many wonderful opportunities for our families to get involved and give back. My eyes have been opened and I am forever changed!
Thank you Rabbi Helfman for encouraging us to participate last night. Lexi was really moved by the whole experience. She has very strong Jewish values and I think we are properly setting her up for a life of long term commitment to her community. She has just left for New York for a special trip with my mom who is one of the strongest influences in instilling these values in Lex.
Every Shabbat we put tzedakah in a box at my parents to give to Mazon at the end of every year, and last night Lex and I got to really understand where that money goes.
Thanks again. We were honoured to be a part of it.
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The phrase “One who has struggled with God and has overcome” offers such natural alternative embodying into our human identity.
My own wrestling with God began in time of horrible human struggle, accepting it as an outcome of my total despair. The life was projected to me as an ongoing hopeless termination, becoming meaningless in its futile sense.
Confronted with most painful circumstances I wrestled with something what many ancestors already did. And my darkest days as shown later, became preludes to the most creative times of my life. To be not only rescued, but to be enlightened.
When abandoned ideals turn into bad dreams, they keep coming back, refusing to accept the reality, appearing in unusual forms of sincerity with spiritual sub-content and repentance. A very unfamiliar territory and difficult to comprehend at the time of misfortunes.
Religiously steered experiences can occur when we are alone, physically and emotionally, far from home, at nights. With unknown force hopelessly taking us deeper and deeper into nightmares, mirroring failures and shortcomings. In recognizing good from evil with unusual clarity and transparency.
We keep accepting, less and less hesitant to the surrender, turning doubt upside down, regaining reasoning and cause of faith.
And refusing to let faith go until it turns in to prayers and prayers to trust.
So sincere was my experience with facing the faith, relentless and as penetrating, seeing evil as evil and love as love.
The brutal uncompromising awakening, terrifying moments of astonishment.
No longer being able to cope with the shame, to connect with others or sleep at night or stay awake during the day. All these suddenly came appearing from nowhere.
What follows is what I learned from it.
When the wrestling match starts, we are left alone.
The wrestling match must take place within us, within our own boundaries first.
The reflections can be elaborate, deep and painful, the result can be overwhelming and everlasting.
To be prepared for inner war there is the need to accept and cope with robust repentance resulting from it.
I started to pray to God with undeniable intensity, using my own simple words first, lacking clear understanding what is happening. Turning towards dearest, my children and my wife, and anticipating the worst and excepting it with deep guilt.
The appearance of adversary in me was my guilt, fight with conscience in conditions which I never experienced before.
I was exposed to nothingness and uncertainty, unknown and unpredictability, Described in verse of Exodus “You will not know what, where or how I will be until the moment comes”.
The Faith is not certain till the moment it happens. Until that time it is just a courage to live.
Externalization of any inner conflict results in fear and distress, It is a wrestling with ourselves and winning, as the only way to survive in its outside world.
We can not win this lonely in darkness with no God’s relevance.
Crises can challenge us at the deepest level, threatening our self-respect but with a chance to give us back the will to love and live in the most magnificent and meaningful way.
I must say, God believes in us more than we believe in ourselves.
The true self-confidence is born when the faith lights in darkness.
“The Lord is with me, I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?” (Psalm 118:6)
And I must say, God wants to teach each of us the lesson how to wrestle with fear and how to defeat it. Teshuvah
When I reflect, I see clearly, everything what I had feared failed to happen.
And everything what I didn’t expect to be is becoming.
Is this coincidence or fluke? There is not word fluke or coincident in our mother’s tong language. There is no Hebrew word like that.
It doesn’t mean that I never have to fight battles again. But it will be done with Jewish faith and love of God, with devotion and fellowship of my people. Because the more we share the more blessings we receive.
I am still limping, bearing my scars. I am still asking for God’s help and blessings as the only way to prosper. I have received it and through it I continue in learning of lessons.
We should never give up till we extract all positives from pain and turn it into uninterrupted blessings.
That is how struggling can help to bring us closer to Torah, to Shabbat and to the goodness of good deeds.
We all have memories of exiles, dangers, disappointments, hopes, delayed expectations. We all at one point became fighters and fought or struggled, but we should never give in. Life is the teacher which can not pre-empt crisis, but we can learn to overcome. That test becomes worthy to live and to bear the name of one who struggled most and prevailed. The Nation of ISRAEL .
Any survival is a mysterious and wonderful transformation. From a stage of resistance and misunderstanding, into a stage of spiritual providence.
Our Religion is an alternative. And it has always been for thousands of years, with the endless strength to cope with many brutal realities of our life, our faith and fate, often exposed to injustice and pain and deep disappointments.
Prophet Zachariah gives one of the most concise digest of those Jewish experiences” Not by might, nor by power, but by God’s spirit…
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By Charlotte Axelrod.
I am fortunate to say I have been to Israel many times. With friends, with family, with a program; every trip offers me something new and challenging. This time around, I saw a side of Israel I never thought to explore. And here I share my remarkable experience at the 37th Zionist Congress in Jerusalem.
The first congress convened in Basel, and Theodore Herzl was the chair. At that congress, Herzl believed they had created the Jewish state. Of course, his dream was only realized some 50 years later, but today our Zionist forefathers would be proud to see us continuing their extraordinary work. Now, delegates from recognized Zionist organizations come together every five years to reflect on and improve the status of our state. Resolutions are submitted, dissected, re-worded, debated, insulted, justified, and ultimately, voted on. The national institutions of Israel, that is, the WZO, KKL, and the UIA, effect these resolutions in Israel and the Diaspora. We come to claim our stake in Israel’s future; both as a state and a people.
The Old City, where our group boldly held an egalitarian Ma’ariv service in front of the segregated area of the Kotel.
I was thrilled to represent Arzenu, the movement for progressive Reform Judaism. Our group stood out as cohesive, passionate, and forward-thinking activists. Amidst plenty of confusion and frustration throughout the week, I could look to my colleagues for insight and support. I have never felt more proud to be a Reform Jew. Yes, there were times, many times, where I could not take a sure stance the way my partners did. Israel is a beautiful, complicated, tortured place, and I cannot say I wholly condemn or condone her political actions. However, I am firm in my social values – egalitarianism, religious pluralism, Zionism – and these are always in line with the pillars of Arzenu. I was constantly blown away by our momentum. How amazing it was to be with people so deeply committed.
Over the course of the congress, I was overwhelmed with myriad emotions that cannot be justly conveyed in writing. Confusion dominated. When colossal arguments erupt in rapid-fire Hebrew while the poor translator tries to keep up in your headset; when motions are carried and then revoked and then carried in the same minute; when delegates are storming the stage; when people are speaking when they shouldn’t be; when there is shouting and booing and arms flailing and the only word to describe the room is chaos, then yes, confusion is an apt term. Frustration, too, was closely tied to my confusion. How can things carry on in this manner? It seemed protocol was entirely ignored at times, and proceedings were tinged with corruption.
The ARZA Canada delegation
This is an excerpt of my live-journaling during the beginning of the final meeting: Voting starts. Everyone’s having problems with their clickers. Huge crap show. “This is why a trip that takes two weeks took the Jews forty years.” THIS IS MADNESS. Re-vote, don’t revote, one nation, boo America, everyone’s corrupt, wtf. Now some guy is proposing we vote by hand. Are you kidding. There are five hundred of us. Okay now we are revoting on the close votes. By hand. Except now we’re not. What is going on!!
At the same time, however, I felt moments of intense pride. Exhilaration, really. We passed a vote by 3% for the establishment of an egalitarian prayer space at the Kotel. A space to be of equal size and visibility as the existing segregated areas. My heart swelled with joy when the numbers appeared for that one. This is our fight. To be a free nation in our land. To have rights to the holiest space in Judaism, to use it on our terms, as our religious community dictates. I learned that the official Channukiah of the state sits in the men’s section of the Wall. This means that when they invite distinguished citizens to light the candles each night, they are all men. Therein lies more of my frustration from this week. But: our resolution passed. This means we may see Judaism flourish in Israel in ways that aren’t only Orthodox. To be a free nation in our land. Simply exhilarating.
Sierra Holtz (the other Canadian youth delegate), Miriam Pearlman (ARZA Canada president), and myself.
I am charged with the energy of our faction and our leadership these past few days. We heard distinguished speakers who both inspired and disheartened us, among them the Prime Minister, Bibi Netanyahu, the Leader of the Opposition, Yitzhak Herzog, and the Minister of Defense, Moshe Ya’alon. We met with a Palestinian girls school in East Jerusalem, facilitated by Anat Hoffman, founder of Women of the Wall and IRAC. We prayed together in a display of strength and spirituality at the Kotel. And we fought – hard – for our values. I leave Jerusalem now with a lot learned and a lot left to learn. I have been challenged and I now hope to challenge my Reform community at home. We don’t realize how wonderful we have it as Reform Jews in North America.
Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu addressing the Congress.
To be Reform in Israel is almost to be invisible. Jewish marriage must be performed by an Orthodox Rabbi. In fact, ordination at all is only recognized if it is Orthodox. To claim the right of return, one qualifies as Jewish only by traditional Halachic standards. We made amazing progress at the Zionist Congress, but there is a lot more ahead of us. We have holy work to do. We must invigorate our communities at home to stand up and face the reality in Israel. The resolutions we passed, by narrow votes, were revolutionary – but we what we witnessed along the way was disappointing. We saw that we are a divided nation. Every vote that was not 95+ % majority was decided by a matter of a few percent. One resolution was defeated by a single vote. This creates huge excitement, sure, but the essence of what is happening is upsetting. We are not acting like the united Jewish people who marched out of Egypt.
And so, our challenge now is to get people passionate about the future of Israel. Undoubtedly everyone in our Reform community shares our morals, but do they care? Will they come to all the way to Jerusalem in turbulent times with their teeth bared and fists raised? It is not enough to be behind our movement in ideology only. We must take action. Because, as I witnessed this week, our presence actually makes a huge difference. Israel’s not yet perfect, but together we will get her there. It is our God-intended right and responsibility:
להיות עם חופשי בארצנו.
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By Phyllis Denaburg.
On the final weekend of Sukkot we welcomed new and recently returned members in the sukkah on a lovely sunny but cool afternoon. We expanded the traditional concept of ‘ushpizin’ – welcoming guests to the sukkah – to include our newest members. Rabbi Yael Splansky spoke briefly about the different types of members that there are, and how like a lulav (and its component parts) and etrog – all contribute and participate in their own way, and of course, all are welcomed. Joan Garson, our President, spoke about the excitement in the air at Holy Blossom Temple, with our Renewal of both space and spirit. And she shared about our social action focus – including the HBT Social Action trip to Israel, and helping Syrian refugees. Cantor Beny Maissner led us in a song of welcome.
Continuing on with our welcome and social action theme, we then moved inside to socialize and pack small bags of toiletries and snacks for guests of our Out of the Cold Program when we welcome them to the first program of the year. Just as the sukkah is temporary shelter, our 22 week program serves dinner to over 100 guests, and provides overnight shelter and breakfast to approximately 40 guests from the beginning of November to the end of March.
The Sukkah reception is the first program of the year for new and recently returned members organized by the Navigator Program, part of the Membership department. Navigators contact new members and help them find their way into our Temple community. Navigators are there to help new members to meet other members, explore courses, lectures, services and activities, as well as generally be a resource. If you want to be contacted by a Navigator or want to volunteer as a Navigator, please contact Yael Scutaru, Director of Membership.
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