I’d like to dedicate this drash to the memory of my father, Robert Bearson, Reuven ben Yishayu v’Slava Gittel.
Gmar chatima tovah.
Today being Yom Kippur, I have a confession to make: I haven’t always felt at home praying in shul. For most of my life I have felt a stronger connection to G-d outdoors. My parents first took me camping at the tender age of six months and that was it. I loved nature and found my spirituality there. Growing up as a secular Jew, I didn’t understand how Judaism was part of or harmonious with my other spiritual identity.
[Most of this drash was not delivered from a written text, but Eric Seder has provided the following excerpt.]
When I was a student at Pardes in Yerushalayim, my teacher, Rabbi Bernstein, explained Tsuva is not up there far away in the heavens, it is here on earth. So how do we get it to come to us? He suggested we take stock of ourselves. He ran what he called a practical tsuva workshop.
Shabbat shalom and shanah tovah!
When I was young my father obm who was often exasperated w/ me would often say “I wish I could get inside your head” . Of course I am using this as a way to introduce the theme, the inner meaning of R”H .