#BlogExodus 4 Nisan: The Ones Who Have Helped Me To Grow

Yesterday morning, Rabbi Aaron Panken, President of Hebrew Union College – Jewish Institute of Religion (HUC-JIR), the school at which most of us here at the CCAR Convention—indeed, the vast majority of Reform clergy—went to seminary (and at which I am also currently in Cohort 6 of the Executive Masters program to get a Master of Arts in Religious Education) addressed the Conference at our annual alumni breakfast. We had the chance to study some text, and then we got to what is, to me, the best part.

There are few things that will get hundreds of rabbis, many of whom stayed up much later than usual catching up with friends, awake and eager at 7:!5 am. This is one of them. During the breakfast, as we do every year, we engaged in Roll Call, which Rabbi Panken described this morning as, “That interesting ritual that should be fun.” The origins of this ritual are a mystery, but are steeped in tradition: each year, a representative of the Alumni Association calls out each year of classes ordained from HUC-JIR, and everyone present from that class stands. From the current students who are present to those who were ordained through the decades (at least those who got up for breakfast). Each class stands, to applause from the group as a whole—from current students all the way to someone ordained 60 years ago. Many classes show spirit by waving to each other or cheering. Some classes are gathered together at a table or two—others are spread out, and you can see that some of them have only just seen each other. It’s amazing to see the generations of rabbis, gathered together through a collective memory, while celebrating the unique relationship of each class. We honor our own experience, as well as the chain of tradition that links every person in that room.

The night before, our class had also gathered for dinner (as many classes did)—those ordained in our year, as well as those with whom we shared our year in Israel. I hadn’t seen some of these people since our Israel year, 21 years ago. Others I see regularly. But all of us being together—that’s something truly special. All of us together at breakfast, a significant way to celebrate our connection.

Each year, this breakfast is a reminder: I absolutely come to convention for the inspiration and the learning. To learn from some of the great minds of our time. To gain wisdom from incredible speakers. To delve into text study and ideas in a way that I don’t often get to. To grapple with the challenges of contemporary life. To commiserate over challenges, and argue in debates for the sake of Heaven. To pray in a truly unique and holy community. But, really, if I’m honest, more than all that, it’s about sitting side by side with my colleagues.

It’s an amazing thing, this connection, and one of the quirkier aspects of what is, in myriad ways, a quirky career. As we train for this, we spend 1 year in a foreign country, engaged in an immersive learning environment, followed by 4 years with 1/3 of those people—in a really small and really intense graduate school program. And then we all get scattered around the country (and even further). Thanks to technology, we have a sense of what is going on in each others’ lives—and maybe we see some of these people at other times during the year at other events—but this is the time when we all come together.

The chance to see these classmates, these friends, once a year is precious. Some come nearly every year—others only occasionally. In each case, the convention offers a chance to have an annual reunion of sorts. To catch up with people who have been with us from the very beginning of our careers. To see how we have each grown (and how we haven’t changed). To laugh at old memories. To cry at shared sadnesses. To offer each other a sense of camaraderie and collegiality which is often hard to find.

And, yes, to make connections with those from other generations. To meet senior colleagues whose work we have admired…to see people we went to camp with…to see the rabbis from our own formative years—when we became inspired by Judaism in a way that made us want to become rabbis…to see students who have themselves followed this path.

It’s an amazing thing this annual convention and the conference that forms it. It’s a chance for us to connect to our own experience, to reflect on where we have been and where we are and where we are going, and to remind ourselves of all the folks with whom we get to share this journey.

Rabbi Elisa Koppel serves Congregation Beth Emeth in Wilmington, DE. 

2 replies on “#BlogExodus 4 Nisan: The Ones Who Have Helped Me To Grow”

I have a very different perspective. I graduated from the Jewish Theological Seminary in 1983. I joined the CCAR many years later. I find the breakfast to be quite exclusionary. Yes, I did not graduate from HUC. (Although I did at a D.Min from HUC some years ago.) I know that the breakfast is for the HUC rabbinical graduates. However, it would be quite appropriate to mention those of us who are present and graduated from other rabbinical schools. Are we chopped liver ? When the countdown is done, I find it to be quite painful. We talk about audacious hospitality but here is a situation where I feel very excluded. It is one of the reasons that I have become reluctant to going to the conventions. In many ways, the CCAR is a HUC-JIR club. I think that those of us from outside the HUC-JIR world offer a lot to the conference. I have raised this issue in various ways and my discomfort and exclusion have not be recognized. Can’t something be done to address this issue?

Thank you, Elisa, for providing a very nostalgic grounding , at this great geographic distance. Reading your own reflections on this unique journey-of-a lifetime, calls me back to the remarkable conference experiences before making aliya, 1981; but then again the added treat coming in the reunions with colleagues here in Israel during the various Conference gatherings over the last 37 years – among many other occasions! As you said….”where we have been, where we are, and where we are going….”–good for a lifetime!
Blessings too for a redemptive Pesach, in good health, for you and all your loved ones, near and far, with much gratification from your fine Rabbinical service!

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