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âHĂĄ gente que Ă© pura aos seus olhos, e contudo nunca foi lavada da sua imundĂcia.â
â ProvĂ©rbios 30:12
https://m.guiame.com.br/gospel/israel/profecia-do-retorno-de-judeus-israel-deve-dividir-nacao-em-12-tribos-diz-rabino.html
How to Bury a Gentile
I wrote a short vaguely historical vaguely spooky ghost story about Jews and burial rites and I have to justify it existing so here it is.
âAre you the leader of the Jews?â
There was no good that ever came from that question. Rabbi Jacob stood in the doorway, one hand on the knob and the other on the frame, ready to yank it closed at a momentâs notice.
âWell, not all of the Jews.â
The man at the door made a frustrated little grunt. He was clad almost completely in dark grey clothing that seemed to fade into the shadows of the darkened street behind him. The collar of his coat was pulled up so high that it was impossible to make out more than a pair of sharp grey eyes beneath the brim of his hat, and the cloak he wore over the top of it concealed most of his body. There could be any number of guns, knives, or angry mobs hidden under there.
âBut the ones in this town, yes? You are their priest, you lead prayers and weddings and so on?â the man said impatiently.
âRabbi. Yes. Iâm the rabbi, thatâs correct.â Jacob said, stiffening his posture and assuming the most neutral expression he could manage. Being completely ignorant didnât exclude someone from being completely dangerousâif anything, that heightened the risk. âWhat can I do for you?â
âRabbi,â the man repeated, as if to seal it into his memory properly. One gloved hand squeezed the pommel of his walking stick. âAnd you preside over the funerals of your people, and perform the rites to send them to the next world?â
âYyyyyes?â Jacob shifted his weight to his back foot, poised to slam the door in his face. This sounded unpleasantly like an opening for a death threat.
âTo any of them, regardless of the sins they carried in life?â An eagerness entered the manâs voice.
âOf course. Though sin as a Jewish concept differs from the ChristianâŠmm. Yes, of course.â The scholars of old might have debated the nature of the evil in menâs souls until the crack of dawn but Jacob had no intention of doing so at half-past midnight with a complete stranger.
The shadowed man took a half step forward and Jacob leaned back to maintain the distance between him. âWhat about a gentile?â the man pressed. âWould you tend to his corpse too?â
âHuh?â
âThere is a man needing to be buried tonight who requires absolution. He is not a Jew, but a Jewâs prayers may be close enough for what is needed.â
âUm. Itâs not usually a request I get.â Jacob tried to keep his voice calm and soothing. There was some kind of entrapment lingering in the conversation, he just knew it. That or a giant box of crazy that had managed to dress itself stylishly. Gentiles asking Jews intrusive but urgent questions never turned out well for their targetâa day-long case of irritation was the best outcome the target could hope for.
The manâs hands pressed together as he completed the full step forward, making Jacob back up into the doorframe. Desperation was in his tone and Jacob was forced back over the threshold just to stay out of his grip âAll I need is someone to accompany me to the cemetery to consecrate the body and pray for its soul. Barely an hour of your time. I cannot pay you with anything but my gratitude, but you will have it eternally.â
âAnd you came to me?â
The man sighed. Even the top hat seemed to slouch slightly as his body slumped. âI have asked every holy man in the city, Catholic and Protestant alike, and they have refused to come to the cemetery,â he bemoaned. "The last one told me to visit you. Likely a ploy to make me leave faster, but you are all I have left.â
âWhat did this man do, that so many people refused him? Who was he?â
The man at the door hesitated. The sharp eyes vanished as his eyelids slid down, and then appeared a few moments later.
âMust you ask?â he said quietly. âIs it not enough that it is a corpse which can do no man harm any longer, and you will lose nothing but a half-night of sleep?â
The inside of Jacobâs head was ringing with warning bells like the frantic clanging of gongs announcing a fire. He swallowed and tried to ignore them.
âYou say he wasnât Jewish?â
âHe was notâŠmuch of anything. He felt God had no interest in him, and returned a lack of interest in kind. Perhaps if he had been more attentive he wouldnât lie in a pauperâs graveâŠor perhaps he would have not changed a whit.â The manâs voice was bitter and the sharp eyes briefly looked away from Jacob, to Jacobâs deep relief.
âWho was this man, to you?â he asked.
âClose. I would prefer to say no more. Please, rabbi. It must be done, and it must be tonight.â
Seminary did not prepare me for this, Jacob thought, and then thought again. There is absolutely something in the Talmud about this and Iâve just forgotten it, because Iâm an idiot and Iâm half asleep and there is a goy on my doorstep asking me to go out to the cemetery with him at midnight to bury a man whose name he wonât tell me.
âLook, Iâll need someone to help dig the grave.â
âOf course.â
âAnd a coffin. A plain pine box. And Iâll need to get my supplies from theââ
âBut youâll do it?â said the man excitedly, standing up even taller. âAnd do it tonight, before the cock crows?â
Jacob held up his hands to keep the man from getting even further into his personal space. âFine. Yes. Give me half an hour and a lazy rooster.â
The cloak almost seem to inflate as the man gasped for joy. He grabbed Jacobâs hands and shook both with enthusiasm, sending Jacob stumbling. âThank God for you, my good rabbit! Whatever God there is, thank God for you!â
The man ran off into the shadowed streets and was out of sight almost immediately.
Jacobâs hands slowly fell back to his side as he mumbled, âRabbi,â to the darkness.
My wife is going to kill me if whateverâs at the cemetery doesnât.
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Hi, everybody!
Sorry for my lack of posts lately. The Power Sound of the South got invited to Spain for the huge Cabalgata de Reyes parade, so Iâm in España! And the wifi sucksâŠ
Will blog as soon as I get back. I also havenât seen Sherlock yet either; Iâm super upset. But Spain is amazing!! Great food, great people, and great sites :) we just finished the parade tonight. It was cold and drizzling and weâre all super tired, but it was so rewarding to be a part of it and to see all the people thereâŠthe people singing along and celebrating what was their Christmas. All the kids I met and memories Iâve madeâŠGod is so good :)
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Walter Molino cover art for the sensationalist Italian newspaper, La Domenica del Corriere. 1950s/1960s.
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Liking/Reblogging/Credit if using is nice but not required. Happy Holidays!
everyone started reblogging this again and itâs not even ChristmasÂ
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Orthodox rabbi
Do you have any online resources you would recommend for someone just starting the conversion process? I won't have access to a temple or rabbi for about two years, but I would like to start studying now. (I come from a completely gentile background)
Hi Anon!
So, just to be clear, you really canât *start* the conversion process until youâre working with a rabbi or cantor, but itâs certainly a good idea to come into that process armed with a lot of background knowledge!
As far as resources go, thereâs a ton of lists floating around on jumblr⊠if I have time I may collect them. (If someone has already done this and wants to link me, please please do!) It kind of depends on what branch youâre hoping to convert through, because the answers and philosophies of each certainly vary. That said, if you arenât sure yet or are just looking for a broad perspective, I would suggest intentionally looking at different branchâs resources, as this will give you a better idea of where you might want to go!
This post has a great list of websites for each respective branch, which should provide a good jumping off point.Â
Also, hereâs a short (kind of random) list of resource lists pulled from things Iâve reblogged:
Jewish study resources
some ritual ideas
Hebrew language masterpost
Convert resources
Additionally, I would happily vouch for the source blogs Iâve linked to!
As a final matter, if youâre too far away from a temple or even a local minyan to really get started converting, one thing a lot of people have found super helpful in educating them on the liturgy, developing a comfort level with the different kinds of services and holidays, and feeling more connected to the Jewish community is by streaming services online. There are an ever-growing number of synagogues that do this from all branches (so far as I know) so you can just pick one thatâs (a) near you, if possible (ideally, the one youâre thinking about joining in a couple years if it does this) or (b) in the branch youâre most interested in it.
All the best in your journey!
Rolf Armstrong
Quick thought:
The Christian God creating the forbidden fruit when it basically causes âsinâ as you call it is like leaving drugs out where your child can reach it.
The fruit didnât cause sin, also He told them both not to eat of the fruit, and they werenât toddlers so this post is super silly. But I wouldnât expect an atheist to grasp the theology of the fall much less make a coherent post about it
If the fruit didnât cause sin, why did he tell them not to eat it, and even called it âforbidden?â He created the entire garden, and knowing they shouldnât eat that, why even create it? I know it gave them knowledge, which isnât necessarily a bad thing, but it also gave them the ability to have negative thoughts and emotions. Why couldnât he just have gave then knowledge, or made the fruit just give them knowledge and nothing more?
Itâs called free will, God wanted to make life, you canât have proper life if the beings you made to live are slaves with no consciousness or ability to make their own decisions
You all claim that free will exists, however with an omnipotent, all-knowing God, he knows whatâs going to happen, and can change it at will. He planned everything, which means everything is already determined. Either there is free will and no God, or no free will and a god.
Yeah HE knows whatâs gonna happen, not us, itâs still a free choice by definition cause weâre the ones making it, like God wants everyone to follow him, but do you see everyone being a Christian? He doesnât force us to do anything, he simply knows whatâs going to happen, Knowing what a person will do does not force them or limit them to doing what is known
Him knowing that it will happen means that it will definitely happen. He is in charge of everything, according to the Bible, which means everything is not purely by human decision. It is already planned, and there is no changing it.
Free will is the power to act on oneâs own desire, without any intervention of fate or a plan. Godâs existence contradicts that, because, again, itâs planned by him.