Parashat Chayei Sarah Genesis 23:1−25:18
Dear Friends,
This week’s parasha, Chayei Sarah (The Life of Sarah) begins with her death at the age of 127. We often ask not only why does it seem to define her life with her death, but also why it phrases the years the way it does: She was 100 years, and 20 years and 7 years of age.
Some commentators focus on the total number of years. She was 120 years old (the ideal age because Moses was that age when he passed away), plus 7 years, the magic number of wholeness and the days in the week.
Others see it as telling us that at 100 she still had the spirit of a 20 year old, and at 20 she was as free of transgressions as a 7 year old. In speaking of her life by talking about her death and age, other commentators feel that Torah was trying to convey to us that it was not the number of years that she lived that was important. Rather it is what those years were filled with that is meaningful. As we age we tend to look backward at what we have done with the gift that is life. Did we make our years count for something? Did we bring some good, some light, some kindness into the world?
Sarah was a vital part of the founding of the Jewish people. The Torah tells us that Abraham left his home, his family, and the place of his birth to follow God, and to find his destiny. Sarah, as his partner, did exactly the same. She had to be willing, like Abraham, to become the other, to be different, to leave on the adventure of a lifetime to become the person she was supposed to be. She became the mother of an entire people. Sarah is the stock from which we come. In being the other, we are willing to look beyond the horizon, envision and seek a better life and a better world. Her years were filled with life.
No wonder then that my mother’s mother came from the Ukraine, by herself on a ship, to this country. She left family, her birthplace, and all that was familiar at the age of 14 in order to realize a better life and world. She arrived at Ellis Island, illiterate, not knowing English, not knowing American culture, and yet found a place here to thrive and grow. Her lack of formal education did not mean that she was without the ability to learn, or to acquire wisdom.
I am so grateful for the adventuresome spirit of all of my grandparents that led them to leave the shetl (ghetto) behind and seek a better existence. Their willingness to venture into the unknown, to sacrifice the present for a future that might blossom bequeathed to me a life ultimately filled with blessings.
On this Shabbat, in particular because of this Torah portion, I will allow myself to learn from our scholars. I will allow myself the time to acquire new insights. I will enter that shelter of Shalom that my forebears created for me, and in each moment, by celebrating the gift of life, I will honor their memories and hallow them with gratitude. May this Shabbat of Shalom inspire us all to add to the storehouse of good, and pass that good onto those who follow us.
Shabbat Shalom,
Rabbi Marv
rabbischwab@bethelsp.org