One of the most important lessons that I learned was that universities do not teach morality. That comes from a religious education. This is the anniversary of my father’s passing and while he did not have a high school diploma, he knew what was moral and what was not.
Now for a quick devar Torah.
Today is the first day of Chol HaMoed Sukkot, and you may notice that I’m davening from the amud, which I normally don’t do. Today happens to be my father’s yahrzeit.
It’s interesting that my father passed away on Sukkot because my father was not a particularly religious man. He grew up during the Depression and had to go to work at a young age to help support his family. Then, during World War II, he served in the South Pacific as a Navy corpsman—a medic.
But there was one thing my father always understood: you help people. If someone needed help, you helped. You didn’t need a complicated philosophical explanation. It was simply the right thing to do.
His mother, my grandmother, could not read or write. But she knew the difference between right and wrong. And sometimes I think that is something worth remembering. There are people with tremendous educations who can explain almost anything, yet somehow have difficulty understanding the simplest moral truths. And there are simple people, without advanced degrees, who understand perfectly well: this is right, this is wrong, and this is how a decent human being behaves.
It reminds me, strangely enough, of The Big Bang Theory. The show is filled with brilliant people, but perhaps the character with the clearest moral framework is Sheldon’s mother, Mary. Sheldon is extraordinarily intelligent, but he is often egocentric and unable to understand the feelings of the people around him. His mother, on the other hand, is deeply religious. She understands that there is a world beyond herself, that we have responsibilities toward other people, and that when we fail, we have to admit it.
And that brings us directly from Yom Kippur to Sukkot.
On Yom Kippur, we stood before God and admitted that we had failed. We said, in effect: God, we messed up. We said things we shouldn’t have said. We did things we shouldn’t have done. We did not always treat people the way they deserved to be treated.
That admission is essential to morality. You first have to recognize that there is such a thing as right and wrong—and then have the humility to admit when you have chosen wrong.
The Bible itself teaches us this lesson. It doesn’t hide the failures of its greatest figures. When King David sinned in the episode involving Bathsheba and Uriah, Scripture did not erase the story to protect David’s reputation. It preserved it for every generation to read. David was a great king, but he was also a human being who sinned—and when confronted by the prophet Nathan, he finally said, “I have sinned before the Lord.”
That may be one of the most important religious lessons there is. Greatness does not mean never making a mistake. Greatness means being able to recognize the mistake, admit it, and try to become better.
And perhaps that is one reason Sukkot follows Yom Kippur so quickly.
On Yom Kippur, being religious is relatively easy to recognize. We’re in synagogue. We’re fasting. We’re praying. We’re confessing our sins. Everything around us reminds us that this is a serious day.
Then comes Sukkot. We eat. We drink. We sit with family and friends. We celebrate. The Torah actually commands us to rejoice.
And maybe Sukkot is asking us a very simple question:
Yom Kippur showed us how you behave when you’re fasting and praying. Now let’s see how you behave when you’re having fun.
Can you still remember right from wrong? Can you still think about the person sitting next to you? Can you still help someone who needs help? Can you still admit when you are wrong?
My father may not have thought of himself as a religious man. But he understood something religion is supposed to teach us: when somebody needs help, you help.
Sometimes the deepest religious lessons are also the simplest.
Something to think about.
