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Phil Cohen

The Zen of Sukkah

Dear Reader,

I was caught in a traffic jam today in the rain and wondered if that situation bore any resemblance to Sukkot.

The relationship may require a large stretch of the imagination but let me see if I worked out anything that makes any kind of sense.

What is a traffic jam?  It’s advanced technology meets badly planned civil engineering, or poor city planning, or an unexpected population growth. All these internal combustion engines burning fossil fuel or electricity drawn from a source other than gasoline stuck on a highway wastefully spewing hydrocarbons into the air. Some of us knowingly face this situation daily, living with a commute we know will entail living in a slowly moving parking lot much of the time between home and office.

Many, if not most of us, sit alone in our cars, listening to an audio book, or the radio, or a podcast or making the odd phone call on our cell phone, patiently awaiting a break in the traffic so we can move on to the next delay.

And even though we’re alone, the situation is anything but peaceful and meditative (and if it is, how unfortunate that we have to find our moment of peace while inhaling carbon monoxide). Sitting in a traffic jam hardly allows for one to meet one’s self in a healing fashion.  What better symbol is there for the modern condition?  Alone, trapped in our car, going nowhere fast.

Sukkot on the other hand is the exemplar of simplicity.  We don’t sit in a car; we sit in a booth. We don’t sit enclosed in a car surrounded by metal and glass; we sit exposed to nature. We don’t sit anxiously awaiting our chance to crawl the next mile, or even the next hundred yards. Unless we really need the comforts of home, the most technological item in the sukkah is an electric line dragged in from the house to afford a bit of light.  Can’t complain about that. Adding more comforts of home than electric light might surpass the spirit of the thing. Our time in a sukkah is meant to be simple.

Sukkot marks the end of the high holy day cycle, coming right on the heels of Yom Kippur. Where the mood of Yom Kippur was somber if optimistic, and above all individualistic, the mood of Sukkot is communal, and celebratory, with, I admit, a bit of the solitary thrown in for the one who wishes some meditative time in the sukkah.  Where the theology of Yom Kippur places the individual face to face with God as two individuals, Sukkot’s theology places us in the center, in the sukkah, with God surrounding us.

This we acknowledge of course with the waving of the lulav and etrog.  Where the I meets the Thou in a safe and warm space during Yom Kippur, on Sukkot we greet God while in a hut that is by Jewish law wide open to the elements. It’s a shelter that in inclement weather affords little shelter indeed. This condition contains, if not a measure of risk, then at least the threat of discomfort.  Anyone who has eaten in a sukkah when rain began falling or braved an early cold snap to have at least a snack in their hut (or who celebrates Sukkot in the Yukon), knows of that which I speak.

But above al,l sitting in a sukkah is the diametric opposite of sitting in a traffic jam.  The sukkah is purely natural, usually unsophisticated, surely untechnological, quiet, calm, peaceful, and non-polluting. Even the classiest of these structures is by nature primitive.

And what do we do in our sukkah?  Well, first we have to build the thing.  This is usually an adult activity with the kids looking on, perhaps handing us a screw or the screwdriver while we try to remember from last year how we put the blessed thing together.  Then the kids get into the act by decorating it.  No matter how simple or unrecognizable the artwork, each picture finds its place of honor on one of the sukkah’s walls.

When finished, there is that sense of profound accomplishment: we have actually put it up, and it hasn’t fallen, and, with luck, it won’t fall for just over a week.  We probably don’t think much about the Master of the Universe during the building part, unless it’s to thank God for another successful go at construction.  That is, we don’t think much about God until we reach that concluding moment when we see that, with God’s help (for without God’s help how many modern Jews would succeed at such a project?) we’re builders once more.

Then we invite guests to join us, lots of guests, for a meal, for a snack, for a l’chayyim, for a chat. The religiosity that characterizes this aspect of the sukkah experience is by nature social.  We meet God in the sukkah while conversing with our neighbor.  In the sukkah we encounter God over tea and cookies. In this aspect of the sukkah experience, we re-learn that we are meant to be social creatures, that life is to be lived with others.  Each moment in the sukkah with friends and family becomes a brief religious retreat.

Then there are the moments when the sukkah becomes our fortress of solitude, when we venture into it alone, perhaps to wave the lulav and etrog, perhaps to eat a meal when no one else is around, perhaps to grok that moment.  Regardless, surely such moments are anti-traffic jam moments, moments of serenity, moments when we banish worry, and we are one with the One who thought this whole thing up.

Pretty crafty this God of ours, no?

Hag sameach,
Phil
Rabbi Phil M. Cohen

About the Author
Phil Cohen is a Reform rabbi and a scholar of Jewish thought, who writes bioethics, theology, on Israel, and parshanut. He is also an author of fiction. His novel, Nick Bones Underground, a dystopian Jewish science fiction mystery, won a Finalist prize from the Jewish Book Council. He currently lives in San Ramon, CA with his wife Betsy Gamburg. He serves as rabbi of Beth Chaim Congregation in Danville, CA.
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