B-H
My day ended in a motel where an Apache woman welcomed me at
the check in counter while the stern faced great chief Geronimo gazed at me
from the wall.
Yes, I was in Apache territory and B-H I found quiet place to rest for the night. A few
hours before, I was going through terror in the territories of the Apache’s
close cousins, the Navajos. No, no horseman chased me, for today’s Native
Americans use pickup trucks! No one at all chased me; in fact there was no one
in the desert besides me and my Suburban, a Suburban showing a loss of tire pressure
on the tire pressure indicator. Every few minutes I was losing one pound of pressure.
The temperature outside was over 100’F but the beautiful but empty road ahead didn’t
promise any help in case I eventually needed it. As my Google map was showing
me that I was approaching one of the major Navajo towns, the question was if I
will make it without breaking down on the side of the road. Boruch Hashem I
arrived in town with five pounds of pressure left in the tire. It took me few
minutes to find the tire shop which was still open and able to help me. At the third
tire shop I visited a large Navajo lady was sitting behind the desk. It is quite
usual for a Navajo woman to operate the business as they seem to lead their families.
However her husband showed up while the workers were busy with my tire.
The radio station was blaring from the loud speakers and I
noticed that the language was in their native Navajo. On the wall hung a poster
announcing a play, a theater performance called ‘Passion’. The actors were dressed
in clothing resembling that which was worn two thousand years ago in Palestine
and left no doubt in my mind what the performance was about. It was about the death
of the man from Natzret.
I asked the owner of the business, the lady seating behind
the desk if she saw the performance. She admitted that she had.
“Did you like it?” I asked.
“Yes.” - answered the lady. “It was played in our in
language.”
“How did they portray
Jews in this play, as good people or bad people?” - I asked.
“Good”
At this moment I decided to reveal my identity as a Jew,
partially at least, as I usually don’t go in to the details of my whole life
story.
“I’m Jewish.” I said to her.
First she seemed not to understand what I was talking about
as probably she never saw a Jew before in her life. I picked up my cowboy hat
which I wear when I travel alone in the west and showed her my big velvet
yarmulka. She was a little bit shocked I guess, as she stopped talking to me immersing
herself in reading the newspaper.
A few minutes later her husband walked in. She told him
something in Navajo and I understood that it was about me.
He asked me which church I pray in and I answered as I have
answered this question in the past. (I describe this story in my book “Another
Convert”) that I go to pray in a synagogue and not in a church. Being unaware
about his level of knowledge of religious affairs I quickly started to explain.
- You see, the man about whom you believe was messiah was
Jewish but we Jews don’t believe that he was messiah. We follow and do everything
that Moses taught us.
He said “ I know who Moses was, we have a Bible translated
to Navajo.”
I wasn’t surprised as it is known fact that the Bible has
been translated to almost all languages spoken on our planet. Some alphabets
and even vocabularies were created especially to bring the stories of the Patriarchs
and the Jewish children, to the nations of the world. As I was curious I asked
him, “How do you call Moses in the Navajo language? And Abraham, Isaac and Jacob?”
He said “We have their names in English but all the rest is
in our language.”
Then the man started to describe some miracles which he
performed or witnessed in the name of Hanotzri which is nothing new to me as I
come from an environment where a big part of the faith was supported by such
stories.
The Navajo man was also a kind of preacher of the ‘Gospel”
to his people, perhaps he wanted to ‘save’ my poor soul as well, not knowing
that I still remember the “gospel’ almost by heart which probably makes my knowledge
of it better than most of the Christian preachers.
I allowed him to talk as my immunization shield for this
kind of “good” acts of “saving my soul” is as thick as the walls of Fort
Knox . But two thoughts crossed (no pun intended) my
mind while the man continued to talk.
Chazal teaches us that the two offshoots of our religion are
considered as preparatory stages in the history of mankind, preparing nations
to accept the One Creator and his moral requirements, and his chosen people as
the spiritual leaders of humanity. You can find such statements everywhere,
from Yehuda Halevi and the Rambam to Maharal and Rav Hirsh. Maharal seem to go
as far as giving the goim that believe in One Creator the chalachic status of
Gerim Toshvim. Rav Hirsh in turn, calls Muslims – half Jewish. It is fact that
from the time when our father Abraham recognized Hashem and his Torah the age
of Torah began, as Mesechtas ‘Avoida Zarah’ describes it. From one man –
Abraham, emerged the nation who accepted the Law of God, from this nation
emerged the teaching about this One God and moral conduct. Today the majority
of mankind believes in some form in a Creator of heaven and earth and to a
certain extent lives their lives according to the laws of morality.
I know, there is still much to do, we – mankind, are still
deep in the forest of confusion and paganism. There is still much to do for us
Jews.
The other thought which came to me while I was listening to the
Navajo preacher was more of a personal kind. I thought back to the various mp3s
I listened to as I was driving through
the desert. I was listening to some of the deeper levels of our Torah getting
high with some of the ideas derived sometimes from seemingly insignificant
details of Torah Shebiksav – the written Torah. Some enzymes or other natural
chemicals in my body are making me almost drunk when I learn and recognize the
nature of the creation and the tasks of our existence on this Earth. I feel thrilled
and extremely happy to have this opportunity to learn these issues as they are the
essence of our being and a direct link of our connection to HBH. Every mitzva
performed after recognition of its deeper meaning has new value and gives me new
excitement.
I wouldn’t experience all of this if I would have stayed at
the same level that the man talking to me was at. While for him it brought him
to a higher level of humanity as he recognized G-d of Bible as the Creator and
His basic moral requirements, for me that path was just not enough.
I never have enough of Him – the One and Only, and that’s
how I wish it should be forever.
Matys Weiser