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    Living in Jerusalem

    The following article by Rabbi Raymond Apple appeared on the ABC Religion and Ethics website on 23 August 2016.

    Jerusalem, by Ruth MayerIn Jerusalem every day – and any day – is both yesterday and today.

    The street names recall ages as disparate as King David and King George. The buildings are a jumble of the Bible, the Koran, the nineteenth-century European Christian missionaries, and the Champs-Elysees.

    The people are both mystics and moderns, sometimes rolled into one.

    There are believers who move sedately, lost in meditation; pietists who constantly scurry in search of a chance to study or to pray; old women who lug their heavy shopping trolleys on the buses; students with backpacks on the way to a lecture; youngsters in skimpy dress who meet their friends in an underground disco or bar.

    All believe that Jerusalem belongs to them.

    Jerusalem is an elevated site, where life is always on a high. There are high-rise apartments – and lowly caves. There are stairs too, and walls.

    Parts of the city have the feel of Wall Street – but the wall par excellence is the Kotel Ma’aravi, the Temple’s Western Wall that has survived the depredations of generations of the city’s conquerors.

    What happens at the Wall depends on who you are. To some there is sheer holiness in the air; to some it is where you excitedly encounter tour groups from all over the world; to others it is a bothersome gathering of mendicants.

    The attempts to clear the beggars away have not entirely succeeded: one hardy suppliant has been seeking donations toward his daughter’s wedding for so long that you recall Gilbert and Sullivan’s verse, “She could very well pass for forty-five in the dark with the light behind her.”

    Countless visitors bring their own private prayers and requests to the ancient stones. Not all are certain what the word “God” means to them. But everyone, whether they have gadlut or katnut emunah, greatness or littleness of faith, senses the Divine Presence in this place.

    It is customary to place a folded scrap of paper in the Wall’s crevices. Popes and presidents, politicians, priests and poets; athletes, actors and artists; people of all creeds, colours and cultures – all leave their prayers here.

    Ordinary Jerusalemites flock here on high days, holy days, week days or whenever, never leaving the Wall unattended even in the depths of the night.

    There are debates about egalitarian prayer, but those who seem to live at the Wall take no notice.

    The little scraps of paper that people leave in the Wall’s cracks are called in Yiddish k’vitlach or tzettlach, in Hebrew pitka’ot. They are not so much written with ink as with tears. God reads them all. If Superman has X-ray vision, all the more does the Almighty.

    It doesn’t matter if once in a while the notes are collected and given reverent burial. The message has already been heeded; whatever the answer, the person whose heart was poured into the petition already feels better.

    What the messages are about is health, happiness, serenity, success, good marriages, good children and family stability. World peace certainly figures.

    If we ask how the k’vitlach custom arose, nobody is certain.

    In the eighteenth century Rabbi Chayyim ibn Attar of Morocco, author of the Or HaChayyim, learnt that a disciple, Chayyim Yosef David Azulai, was planning to live in Israel, and he asked him to put a letter in the stones of the Wall. Azulai agreed, but it slipped his memory. When eventually he remembered, he went to the Wall and left the note there.

    Someone extricated the note and read it. It was a plea to God to grant success to Azulai, whom it called a great scholar. This alerted the sages of Jerusalem to the qualities of Azulai and they appointed him as their head.

    There are many other tales about the life of Azulai. Who knows which are embroidery and which are embellishments?

    Another version – recorded in Sha’ul Schaffer’s Israel’s Temple Mount – says that when Attar gave a note to a poor man who needed help, the recipient meant to place it in a crack of the wall but the wind blew it away and someone read it and was able to arrange support for him.

    So three centuries ago it was already considered efficacious to put notes in the wall.

    The notes in the wall express the outpourings of innumerable hearts and acknowledge the tradition that the Divine Presence never left the sacred site of the Holy Temple.

    The prayers in the crevices all ask for Divine support and intervention. But these prayers have a theological problem with such prayers. What do they want – a miracle? The Jewish prayer book says, “Our Father in Heaven, we know we can rely on no-one but You.”

    Yet the inspirational Rav Kook says, “A person should train himself not to rely on God other than for things which humans cannot do themselves.” Asking God to do what we can do for ourselves actually diminishes the Almighty, who gave us so many energies to use before seeking miracles.

    There was a man who was drowning and implored God to save him. A row-boat arrived but the man still drowned and complained to God that He had abandoned him. God asked, “Who do you think sent the row-boat?”

    Personally, I don’t usually place notes in the Wall. I seek a quiet corner where I can think about my life and priorities: what I could only achieve if I used the abilities God gave me!

    Someone told my wife I was famous. Whether it’s true or not, I place no store on vanity. I prefer to do ze’er sham ze’er sham – “a little here, a little there” (Isaiah 28:10).

    What you pray for is a reflection of who you are. If you want to put a note in the Wall, fine. But don’t leave everything to God. To ask Him to do all the work is to abdicate. As Rav Kook says, it also diminishes the One who created so much talent in each of His creatures.

    At the same time, don’t try to do it all yourself and leave nothing to Him. That’s just arrogance. Ask for His help.

    More importantly, imprint your dreams not so much in but on the walls of wherever you are. We can all affect our microcosms, starting at home. Let’s try civility, cleanliness, decency, ecology, generosity, helpfulness, honesty, hospitality, justice, literacy, safety, thrift, and human tolerance above all.

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