Yesterday, I accompanied my cousin to the gravesite of her dad, my uncle, whom she barely knew, in Port Elizabeth (Gqberha). She had never been there before; it was incredibly meaningful to help her make that connection.
I had been to the grave before. It sits alongside a coastal road, which in turn runs through PE's industrial core, and its port on the Algoa Bay. It is generally a gritty city, built by coal and rail, and often buffeted by blustering winds.
Yet it was quite wonderful on Sunday morning -- warm and humid, with a thin layer of clouds providing a bit of shade. On the beach, swimmers of every color competed in local races; boxers sparred; children ran and played games.
The low tide made the beachfront especially beautiful. Families lounged in tidepools, safe behind the rocks from the Indian Ocean waves. Dogs waded through the shallow water. Fishermen cast their rods; surfers braved the break.
I finally felt a sense of peace that had eluded me -- both in my first hectic two days in Cape Town (where I am back, now, writing this), and in Johannesburg, which is a study in chaos. Then it was back to the airport, and Cape Town...
This is the portion that all journalists should love: the Torah tells the story of the 12 spies, only two of whom tell the truth when the other ten shade it in a negative away (perhaps to suit a political agenda that is opposed to Moses).
It's not that the ten "lying" spies misconstrue the facts about the Land of Israel; rather, they interject their opinions that the land is impossible to conquer, which strikes unnecessary terror into the hearts of the people.
We have many examples of such fake news today -- from the Iranian propaganda outlets spreading false claims that they are winning the war, to California politicians spreading false horror stories about ICE raids in L.A.
The people realize, too late, that they have been fooled, and once they are condemned to die in the desert, they try to rush into Israel -- only to be defeated by the inhabitants, as the spies predicted that they would be.
But as consolation, God gives the people new commandments -- focused on things they must ...
This week's portion discusses the procedure for lighting the menorah, the holy seven-branched lamp, in the Tabernacle (and later the Temple). It also describes an episode where the people crave meat, and God punishes them by giving it to them in excess. We also read the story of Miriam, Moses's sister, who is punished with the spiritual skin blemish of tzara'at for speaking about her brother, thus violating the prohibition against lashon hara (evil tongue).
I heard a fantastic sermon this week about the lighting of the menorah: that while only the priests were qualified to clean and purify the menorah, anyone could light it. A reminder that each of us can inspire others along the way.
This week we study the vow of the Nazirite; a reminder that sometimes trying to be too holy is excessive, and the best we can do is to be the best that we are.
https://www.chabad.org/parshah/torahreading_cdo/aid/2495720/p/complete/jewish/Naso-Torah-Reading.htm
