Looking back over forty years as a congregational rabbi, plus ten as an “active emeritus,” it is clear to me that I was fortunate to be engaged in the Jewish enterprise at a time of great energy, anticipation, creativity, and purpose. Intimations of peace were all about. The work of liberating Soviet and Ethiopian Jews was in high gear. Movements of social justice and community service were making progress. We felt the arc of history bending towards justice and opportunity for all. Our congregations were thriving. Our Movement and its affiliates were opening new perspectives on Jewish life, learning, and spirituality in America, in Israel, and around the world. Our camps and our seminaries were raising up new generations of Jewish leaders and teachers. And we eagerly took part in it all.
It may have been among the best of times, but it also contained the seeds of for some of the most difficult of times. It is hard to recall the heady times of Middle Eastern peace-making in light of the wars, the intifadas, the terrorism, and the destruction wrought on both Israelis and Palestinians—and Americans—since Sadat’s famous visit. The “start-up” nation became the start of arguments. We are excused, if not expelled, from certain tables where pressing matters of social justice are being discussed. Public institutions of culture and learning, which Jews have supported, sustained, and in which we have flourished, feel less welcoming. The political culture of promise has morphed into one of prejudice. Our Movement, its institutions and affiliates struggle to keep pace. And we were part of that, too, even if reluctantly.
It seems to me this is a pattern repeated in our history. In how many times and places did our folk and faith flourish only to flounder when the political, economic or cultural currents shifted? Sometimes, our people fled to more promising situations. Too many times, however, the option of flight was denied. Those communities suffered greatly, and they are no more. But, despite all that, our people live. Our communities persist. Our Judaism remains vibrant and relevant. It is a miracle too often taken for granted. And, happily, we are part of that, too.
My fifty years in the rabbinate have been fifty years of supporting, sustaining, and guiding Jewish communal life; fifty years of sharing, teaching and, to the best of my ability, modeling the wisdom of our Judaism, the timelessness of Jewish values, and the sensitivities of the Jewish soul. Fifty years of celebrating, consoling, listening, and comforting. Fifty years of so many interactions and episodes, both social and spiritual, they are beyond count. I have come to this: That what our folk and faith derive from the times of plenty (of whatever kind) is what will sustain us through the lean years. It is not about social, political, or economic success. It has always been about communal fortitude, spiritual strength, moral clarity, and prophetic vision, the insistence that tomorrow can be, should be, better than today, and that the vision applies not only to our people, but to all people. Not only on the grand scale, but also in the context of daily interactions and personal relationships. And that our Torah, our traditions, our prayers, the entirety of our Judaism is to inspire us, guide us, and move us towards that ideal.
Embroidered on the corners of my tallit is the teaching of Shammai:
שַׁמַּאי אוֹמֵר, עֲשֵׂה תוֹרָתְךָ קֶבַע. אֱמֹר מְעַט וַעֲשֵׂה הַרְבֵּה, וֶהֱוֵי מְקַבֵּל אֶת כָּל הָאָדָם בְּסֵבֶר פָּנִים יָפוֹת:
Shammai used to say: Make your [study of the] Torah a fixed practice; speak little, but do much; and receive all men with a pleasant countenance (Pirkei Avot 1:15:2).
This is my watchword. I tried to teach and live my rabbinate with integrity and consistency, which does not preclude creativity or growth. I tried to let my deeds outnumber my words (a losing battle). And I tried to be as open, embracing, and caring a person as I believe Judaism to be.
I thank my teachers, my colleagues, friends, and family, my congregants and students, for the privilege and pleasures of serving my folk and faith as Rav b’Yisrael.
CCAR member Rabbi Jack Luxemburg is Rabbi Emeritus of Temple Beth Ami in Rockville, Maryland. He is celebrating 50 years as a Reform rabbi. We look forward to celebrating him and all of the CCAR’s 50-year rabbis at CCAR Convention 2026.
