Why are we called Jews?
Historically, the name traces back to Judah, the fourth-born of Jacob’s children. Jacob had four wives, and Leah was the first to bear children. She was overjoyed at the births of her first three sons. But when she had her fourth, feeling that he was more of a blessing than she could have hoped for, she named him Yehuda (Judah), which comes from the word thankful, saying “this time, I must [REALLY] thank G-d.”
So the term Jew reflects thankfulness, gratitude for our blessings.
My family and I recently visited Poland, to celebrate the ninetieth birthday of my father-in-law, Rabbi Nissen Mangel. My wife Malkie’s father suffered through seven Nazi death camps, where he saw much of his family, and his childhood, destroyed. Eventually, he made it to this free and tolerant country, where he rebuilt his life.
Now he was turning 90, and he wanted to experience the milestone by bringing his descendants – three generations – to the scene of the crime, Auschwitz. So 97 of us flew to Poland to celebrate…in the shadow of the Holocaust.
The trip still feels as surreal as it was inspiring. My father-in-law has, thank G-d, had many successes and joys in his life. He’s also experienced unspeakable pain. One can only imagine what he carries in his memory banks, in the scars of his soul. One can only imagine how he felt on the trip, revisiting sites where he narrowly escaped the Nazis’ evil clutches.
Yet, counter-intuitively to many, his oft-repeated theme for the entire trip was ”Offer thanks to G-d, for He is good; for His kindness is everlasting (Psalms 118:1).” And, amazingly, an upbeat spirit of gratitude permeated our large group, even as we visited the sites of mass torture and murder.
My father-in-law wasn’t denying and repressing his painful experience. He was very open about them. He was just insistent that they not be allowed to eclipse the co-existent beauty in his life.
Deeply inspiring. And profoundly timely.
Jews are going through a rough patch. Jew-hatred is popping up at Universities and in otherwise-polite company. Our beautiful American tolerance and liberty is being perverted into a turn-a-blind-eye acceptance of savagery and the freedom to incite. As a born and bred American, incredibly proud of what our country has contributed to the world, it hurts. Perhaps naively, I really hadn’t expected this. We can do much better.
But, in the spirit of our trip, I won’t let it stifle my gratitude. And given our country's wonderful history, I still believe we WILL do better. Together.
G-d bless the USA.