NYTimes featured a rather long article about Greta Gerwig and her Barbie movie. In the very end of the piece, there's this bit from out of nowhere:
She told me that when she was growing up, her Christian family's closet friends were observant Jews; they vacationed together and constantly tore around each other's homes. She would also eat with them on Friday nights for Shabbat dinner, where blessings were sung in Hebrew, including over the children at the table. May God bless you and protect you. May God show you favor and be gracious to you. May God show you kindness and grant you peace. Every Friday the family's father would rest his hand on Gerwig's head, just as he did on his own children's, and bless her too.
"I remember this feeling the sense of, 'Whatever your wins and losses were for the week, whatever you did or didn't do, when you come to this table, your value has nothing to do with that,'" Gerwig told me. "'You are a child of God at this table. And that's your value.' I remember feeling so safe in that and feeling so, like, enough."
Sometimes we need the perspective of an outsider to make us see the values of our own world.
This bracha I would usually associate with pomp and circumstance, when the kohanim would seriously remove their shoes and hide themselves beneath their talleisim.
Yet that same bracha is accessible to the common man, for any father, outside of the priestly class, to bless his children. For me, the Sabbath Blessing in Fiddler on the Roof always sends me bawling; I would sing it to Ben as a baby (he finally realized I can't sing and he doesn't let me anymore).
There is this pressure on us to do, to achieve, to accomplish. Yet we can't always sustain that. Sometimes our victories don't look like much of a victory.
But it doesn't matter. Because the world was created for each and every one of us, as we are. For as a parent loves their child unconditionally, so to God loves us.
IIRC, the oldest surviving biblical text is a scrap of parchment with birkat kohannim on it in paleo-Hebrew (ktav Ivri), apparently from some kind of amulet produced in the late First Temple period.
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