Author: Chase Levy

  • “Unending Love”

    “Unending Love” is a poem by Rabbi Rami, co-founder of One River Foundation.
    At the end of the poem is a chant and video of the poem by composer David Goldstein.

    Unending Love

    I am loved by an unending love.
    I am embraced by arms that find me
    Even when I am hidden from myself.
    I am touched by fingers that soothe me
    Even when I am too proud for soothing.
    I am counseled by voices that guide me
    Even when I am too embittered to hear.
    I am loved by an unending love.

    I am supported by hands that uplift me
    Even in the midst of a fall.
    I am urged on by eyes that meet me
    Even when I am too weak for meeting.
    I am loved by an unending love.

    Embraced, touched, soothed, counseled;
    may mine too be the arms and fingers,
    the voice and the hands,
    the eyes and the smile
    that compels another to say:
    “I am loved by an unending love.”

  • Opening teaching at the Festival of Faiths in Louisville, KY

    Rabbi Rami, co-founder of One River Foundation, editor of The World Wisdom Bible, and one of the most creative figures in contemporary American Judaism presented the opening teaching at the Festival of Faiths in Louisville, KY, on Wednesday, April 19, 2017.

    Rabbi Tirzah Firestone describes Rabi Rami as “brilliant, heartful and full of reverence (and irreverence). A great pluralist soul with a fabulous sense of humor. You will love him.”

  • A Rabbi’s Take on the Resurrection

    The transformative power of faith is not rooted in outward signs and historical facts, but in inner awakenings and literary narratives. Only in our day has the human imagination become so degraded as to reduce truth to fact, and myth to falsehood. Only in our day does story pale before history.

    The life of Jesus of Nazareth is history. The Virgin Birth narrative is a story that tells us something history cannot: That this Jesus is something new in the world. The death of Jesus of Nazareth at the hands of Rome is history. The Passion is a story that reveals the meaning of that fact: that love and compassion can triumph over fear and terror.

    But can the same be said of the Resurrection? Is there history here or just story? And does it matter?

    For many Christians history must trump story. If the Resurrection is not as real and as historically verifiable as the Crucifixion then the central proof of Jesus as Christ is denied, and the edifice that rests upon that proof collapses. Without the Resurrection, Jesus is not Christ but prophet; not the Son of God but the Son of Mary; not the Savior of the world but the reformer of the Jews.

    I am not a Christian, but a Jew, and as a Jew one might think I would prefer the Prophet to the Christ. Better a dead reformer than a mythic redeemer. But I am not willing to give up the resurrection so easily. I have been to the tomb of Joseph of Arimathea. I have seen where Jesus was laid, and where Mary Magdalene discovered him gone. I have stood in that tomb and felt its emptiness, and in that emptiness its power. I have spent moments alone in that place, and I have heard the cry, “He is risen!” and I have understood it to mean that you and I can rise as well. I have felt the presence of the man, and have been touched by the power of the myth.

    While the Gospels differ in detail, here is basic plot. Jesus dies on the cross on Friday. Joseph of Arimathea has him taken down before the Sabbath, and placed in his tomb. Mary Magdalene, perhaps accompanied by Salome and Mary the mother of Jesus, visits the tomb on Sunday and finds the stone removed from its face and the tomb itself empty.

    In Matthew, Mark, and Luke an angel or angels appear to the women telling them that Jesus has risen from the dead and is not here. As Luke’s angel tells them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen.” In all three synoptic texts the women are told to tell what they have experienced to the other apostles. And in all three they race out of the tomb in fear. In Mark, the oldest gospel, they are too afraid to tell anyone what they saw, and Mark ends his gospel with the story unresolved. In Matthew and Luke they do tell the others, though according to Luke only Peter believed them and went to see for himself.

    John’s story is somewhat different. In his gospel Mary Magdalene alone goes to the tomb, and finding the stone removed, races off to tell Simon Peter. Peter and the Beloved Disciple race off to the tomb with Mary. The Beloved Disciple out races Peter, but Peter is the first to enter the tomb. The tomb was empty; they saw nothing.

    When Mary Magdalene caught up with them she peered into the tomb from outside and saw two angels in the tomb; angels to which the men were blind. Then she turned from the angels and saw Jesus standing by her. She mistook him for a gardener, and asked if he had taken the body of Jesus. The gardener said, “Mary!” and at once she saw him for who he was, Jesus. And Jesus said to her, “Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father.”

    If this is history, then there is nothing for us to do but worship Jesus as Christ and Lord. But if it is myth, if it is a story told that with each hearing we might move closer to Truth, then we have to ask not “what happened,” but “what does the story mean?”

    For reasons of tribe, training, and temperament I cannot reduce this myth to history. It is to me myth, and myth eternally unfolding. So I have to ask, what does it mean?

    First, what does it mean that Mary and not the men saw the angels and Jesus? Second, what does it mean that Jesus was first seen by Mary as a gardener and only when he speaks her name as her Teacher? Third, what is the meaning of the question, “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” And fourth, what does it mean that Jesus was resurrected bodily and not just in the spirit?

    Why do the women see what the men cannot? Because the nature of the Divine as we experience it is essentially feminine. The embodied God is the Mother God; the universe is God’s body; matter is Mater/ Mother. The myth is telling us that if you are to encounter Life you must open to your feminine consciousness, that aspect of your self that resonates to the Whole, that deepest knowing that knows itself to be a part of and never apart from the reality of Life.

    Why does Mary see Jesus as a
gardener? Because the gardener tills
the soil and removes the weeds. This
is the task of humanity revealed in
Genesis. Jesus the Gardener reminds
us to break up the hard packed soil of
our lives, to let in the spirit that our body, like God’s body, the universe itself, might bring forth great beauty. But when he calls her name, when he enters into the intimacy of I and Thou, she knows him to be more that the Gardener, he is her teacher; the one who shows her how to care for her own garden.

    At this moment Mary and Jesus become the lovers of the Song of Songs. He calls her to his garden and she calls him to hers. At this moment Mary, and each of us if we are listening deeply enough to this myth, realizes that we are each a garden, we are each alive and teeming with life, and that our garden is part of a greater flowering, a greater teeming, the garden of life that is the universe itself.

    Jesus calls us to tend our garden, and in so doing to tend the Garden that is Life. How? By not seeking the living among the dead. Yes, I am mixing gospels here, but that is not a problem if we are dealing with myth.

    We all seek meaning in the tomb of the dead. We all seek revelation, wisdom, and knowledge in the past. We are obsessed with the known, the conditioned, the fixed, and the frozen. But life lived in the moment is unknown, unconditioned, unfixed, and fluid. The living is not in the past or in the future, but only in the now. When Jesus calls Mary’s name he is calling her out of the tomb of the past and into the garden of the present.

    Yet the present itself is quickly made past, if held on to. “Do not hold on to me,” Jesus says to us. That would be another trap. It is not me that matters, but what I teach that matters. This is why she calls him Rabbouni, rabbi, teacher, rather that Adonai, Lord. He does not ask to be worshiped, but heeded. To worship Jesus is to fix God in time and form, and to miss the greater truth that you are God in your time and form.

    What does Jesus ask that we must heed? Many things to be sure, but in the context of Easter one stands out: “Take up your cross and follow me!” Why the cross? Because the way to realization requires the death of the ego, the mind obsessed with tombs, the mind that seeks the living among the dead. And follow him where? Not to Golgotha, but beyond it to the resurrection. Jesus is saying, take up the discipline of love and justice, let the ego that fears both be slain on the cross of service, and then body and soul will rise up, out of the tomb of the past into the eternally renewing present that is the Truth you seek.

    And finally, what does it mean that Jesus is resurrected bodily and not just in the spirit? This is the mythic affirmation of the holiness of the physical. How ironic that in a religion that comes to despise the flesh and see in it the root of so much evil, the story of Jesus affirms just the opposite. The body is risen, the body is precious, the body is holy. The Word made flesh is not holier than the flesh that carries it. This is the timeless Jewish affirmation of the Original Blessing of Genesis— It is good!— free from the tomb of original sin in which the Church Fathers will soon encase it.

    What else would we expect from a Teacher who loved to eat, drink, and walk? What else could we expect from a Teacher who welcomed women to his table? What else could we expect from a Teacher whose commissioned act of remembrance honors body and blood?

    The Risen Jesus challenges us to raise the body, to honor the senses, to celebrate the sensual. The Risen Jesus reveals the world as God’s body: alive, awake, intelligent, and aware. The Risen Jesus puts the lie to those who would separate body and mind, and mind and spirit, and reduce the human drama to mindless claymation or disembodied figments of imaginative delusion.

    Easter, tied as it is to the northern hemisphere in which the story unfolds, comes at the beginning of spring, and is the mythic sister to the earth’s own resurrection. Just as God’s body bursts forth in fragrance, color, and delight. So should our bodies do likewise. Where you have taken refuge in despair, you need to hear Jesus call your name. Where your eyes are focused on the tomb, you need to hear Jesus call your name. Where you are trapped in the unfulfilled expectations of the past, you need to hear Jesus call your name.

    And when you do you will know that Easter is not history, but myth; not a story of what was, but a revelation of what is, if you would only cease to seek the living among the dead.

    Rabbi Rami Shapiro, 2016

  • 04/04 Wisdom Journal Day: Let the Resistance Begin

    April 4, 1984. Winston Smith, the hero of George Orwell’s classic dystopian novel, Nineteen Eighty–Four, opens a blank journal and begins to write down his own thoughts—an act of resistance that is the key to his undoing.

    April 4, 2017. Thinking your own thoughts is once again an act of resistance, even defiance. We live in a post–Truth world that promotes mutually exclusive ideologies built on alternative facts and fake news, designed to promote a nihilistic ideology that life is meaningless and only buying the next big thing can save us. In Orwell’s April 4th Big Brother is imposed upon us. In our April 4th we happily give our autonomy away to Facebook and Twitter who sell us to the highest bidder, and where we are being spied upon by our microwave ovens and smartphones.

    April 4, 1984 was Winston Smith’s Resistance Day. Make April 4, 2017 your own Resistance Day as well. Here’s how:Buy or make a blank journal for yourself.

    1. Buy or make a blank journal for yourself.
    2. Purchase a pen that speaks to your hand that your thoughts might flow through both.
    3. Keep a journal of your thoughts.
      1. Jot down the news stories that shape your life, and think about what they mean.
      2. Think for yourself, don’t just parrot what you hear on Fox or MSNBC.
      3. Write down and comment on incidents that shock and shape you each day.
      4. List the words that limit what you think, and write about how to resist them.
      5. Grow your vocabulary. Use your journal to learn new words.
      6. Dare to tell yourself in print what you are afraid to admit in public.
      7. Make your journal a place to be honest without reservation.

    Don’t show your journal to anyone. As soon as you begin to write for an audience, you are no longer as honest as you can be. Blogging, for instance, is performance art. You blog as a persona not your real self. Journaling is just you, if you are brave enough to see yourself as you are.
    One River Foundation has applied to have April 4th registered as National Wisdom Journal Day. We have yet to hear back regarding this, but official or not, we claim the day. In the not too distant future we will post Wisdom Prompts from The World Wisdom Bible on our website and invite you to explore their meaning for yourself in your Wisdom Journal.