Joshua’s messing with us.

“And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed, until the people had avenged themselves upon their enemies.”

I remember learning it in 4th grade and it seriously always stuck with me. It was a ‘holy shit, dude’ moment back then, and it remained so for many years. Until one day, walking somewhere in Israel, I noticed something in the sky.

It was late afternoon and the moon was out. And the sun was chillin just across the way.

Honest to universe, the first thing I thought of was good ole Yehoshua. And ever since then, every time I see it – and I see it often – I consider that it just makes sense now.

Last Friday, I saw my lil friend, daytime Moon, at 8:18am. Now, come on – לא להגזים – that’s just too much. Either get a room, you two, or go back to where you belong.

Once in 28 years.

I’m the type to get excited by the rare traditions in Judiasm. The kind I never heard about in my two decades of formal Jewish education. So waking up at 5:45  this morning to join a minyan on a Tzur Hadassah roof top didn’t really bother me, even after a late night of cooking and a long week of running around. 

Birkat HaChama is a bit controversial in regards to how necessary/important/accurate it is, but I still think it’s a pretty cool concept. My shul community in Tzur Hadassah made an impressive turnout as we joined together on our rabbi’s roof-level mirpeset to watch the sun rise over the Gush Etzion hills. We recited ‘oseh ma’ase bereshit’ and a few other graphs of mentioning the sun. 

Sun’s first full peeking out over the hills past Tzur Hadassah.  

Congregated to bless He who does the act of creation.

Next chance to participate is in Jewish year 5797 or secular year 2037; how much will have changed by then?