Monday, September 17, 2012

Yom Teruah 2012

In 2010, DannyLee and I were blessed with an opportunity to travel to Israel together.  This would be his first time to travel outside of North America and we were both very excited.  Many of our travel stories are recorded here on our “Tsiyon Bound” blog.  One story that didn’t get told is about the acquisition of his shofar.  What better time to share that story than in our time of celebrating Yom Teruah! 

DannyLee’s birth Torah portion is:   Parshat Ha'Azinu (Deuteronomy 32:1-32:52). 
This is translated as the “Song of Moshe”.  With his anointing as a singer of many songs that praise YHVH Elohim, and his birth Torah portion in mind, we headed off to Y’israel with the hope of finding the right shofar for him.  We had no idea what a challenge we were going to face.  After all, tourism is a big part of Y’israel’s economy and shofars are a part of their cultural history, right? 

As our days in Y’israel flew by, DannyLee started to grow anxious about buying a shofar.  Every shop we checked either had none or they just had small toy-like shofars that did nothing to inspire us.  We quickly realized that this was not going to be as easy as we thought it would be.  As I tried to still his anxiety, I was praying for both wisdom and guidance as to where and when we would find “the one”. 

The last days of our trip were spent in Y’erushalyem with plenty of time given over for shopping.  On about the third to the last day, we were welcomed at a shop buried in the Jewish quarter of the Old City.  The owner of that shop didn’t have any shofars, but he directed us to a nearby shop.

There we found a small, black ram’s horn shofar.  The color black seemed appropriate to my “Johnny Cash”, but the size in his hands seemed small.  As we were concerned that we were running out of time to find something better, we made the purchase.  Still, there was a sense in my spirit that things weren’t exactly right and I knew that we had to keep looking just in case there was something that we had missed. 

On our last day, we found ourselves wandering through the shops on Ben Yehuda Street.  Our funds were low and we were trying to use up all of our small change before it was time to head back home.  We bought some date honey and a few small tourist items at a couple of shops. 

Then we saw a shop that we knew we just had to go into called  “Danny Boy”!  If we were looking for a “sign”, there couldn’t be anything better than this.  Fans of DannyLee’s music know that “Danny Boy” is one of the first songs he recorded on his “Humble Beginnings” CD and that he recorded it because it was the song that inspired his mother to name him Daniel. 

We went into the shop and walked right up to a beautiful display of SHOFARS!  As we admired the various ram’s horn shofars on display, DannyLee kept reminding me that we’d already bought a shofar for him.  I just remained quiet and focused as I waited for “the one” to appear.  The owner noted our interest and came over to help us out.  We told him that because of DannyLee’s birth Torah portion, we felt that a ram’s horn shofar was the most appropriate for him.

(The ram’s horn shofars are traditionally associated more with the time of Moshe.  My shofar is a Yemenite shofar from a different time period.  The various histories of shofars are available on the internet for anyone interested in doing further studies.)

He showed us all of the ram’s horn shofars that were on display, but nothing was all that different from the one we’d already purchased.  Then, he pulled another shofar from a cabinet and handed it to DannyLee.  As I saw it in his hands, I knew.  This was the one that was meant to be “his shofar”. 

As we wrestled with the thought that we’d already spent a great deal of money on the first shofar and didn’t really feel confident that we could afford to spend the money on another shofar, we also knew that this was the shofar that we were supposed to buy.  Well, sometimes, you just have to do what you have to do.  We’d made a mistake in trying to hurry up and do something and now we had to make it right.  So, we bought another shofar. 

Now, as a two-shofar family, we’re confident that come Yom Teruah, Yom Kippur, Sukkot and any other time of celebration, we’re ready to “SOUND THE SHOFARS!!”    

“Lashana Tova Tikatevu!” 

("May you be inscribed [in the Book of Life] for 

a good year”)

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