by Rabbi Nancy Tunick | June 9, 2016
It’s almost summer, and we have a couple of beach trips planned. The first thing my kids
want to do when they get to the beach is build sand castles. There are a couple of
different varieties. Louis likes to use the bucket molds where you pack the damp sand in
and then turn it over to form a perfect castle structure. Sarah likes drip castles, so first
you build a mountain of sand and then you get some very wet sand and drip it on the
structure. Both are beautiful in their own ways and both castles are made from thousands
of grains of sand. If you scooped up a handful of sand, you would have about 10,000
grains in your hand. So these castles are one structure made up of literally of at least
100,000 grains of sand….and in some cases, maybe even 603,550.
This week’s Torah portion immediately brought sand to mind as it is called Bamidbar
which can be translated to mean in the desert. It’s sort of like the beach without the
ocean. And it is the first section of Numbers where Moses is taking a census and
determining the number of people in each tribe and also determining what each tribe’s
responsibilities and contributions will be as they travel across the sand as one community.
This is where the idea of being connected to each other seems so important. Moses is
forming one community…..one castle….from 603,550 Jews. Each person has an
individual contribution but each individual contribution is not complete without the other
603,549 contributions.
When we are at the beach and it rains, my kids and I turn to puzzles. Have you ever
looked at a puzzle piece as it if were an individual work of art? Each piece has its own
unique color and shape regardless of how it fits into the big picture. But when you snap
it into place, it becomes part of a beautiful whole. The goal is to build the picture on the
box, to create the whole. But there is never a better time than building a puzzle to
recognize the value of each individual piece. Have you ever spent hours with a 1000
piece puzzle only to be unable to complete it because one piece is missing? Each
individual piece clearly leaves a hole to fill. And interestingly though nearly every
puzzle you can buy is of a beautiful scene or picture, each individual piece is not
necessarily beautiful. Some are with lovely colors and shadings, but some are totally
black and some have odd shapes and edges. But though some are ugly, strange or
unexpected, they fit together to make something beautiful and complete.
Often times, life feels like a puzzle, particularly when distressing or unexpected things
occur. And without seeing the big picture, it’s hard to imagine why something so black
or irregularly shaped should even be in our puzzle of a life. And it isn’t until after the
puzzle is complete, that we see the value and absolute necessity of each piece. So maybe
that’s faith. Faith is defined as the complete trust or confidence in someone or
something. So maybe faith is the complete trust or confidence that God has the box and
not only can see the image that we’re building but actually painted it.
This brings us back to the Shema, the most powerful of prayers, that says the Lord is our
God and the Lord is One. Is that really reinforcing the idea that there is only one God
versus two or three or ten Gods, or could it be that the Shema is saying that the Lord is
One with us all….every grain of sand, every puzzle piece, every soul traveling through
the desert and traveling through life today….that we are one with each other and one with
God, even as each one of us maintains our individuality and contributes to the One in our
own unique and irreplaceable way.
So as we face our week, let’s focus on our unique purpose, our unique part of the picture
that is this beautiful life. And if we look at each moment and each other knowing that we
are connected, then even our darkest times become more manageable and our joys that
much brighter. In the words of American poet Julia Fletcher Carney, “Little drops of
water, little grains of sand, make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land. So the little
minutes, humble though they be, make the mighty ages, of eternity.”
