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We have  experienced so much drama in Torah these last weeks, as we have at home: Redemption at the sea, Revelation at Sinai. Now in Parashat Mishpatim, meaning Laws, we learn that Sinai’s inspiration is carried forward by the perspiration of the way we act toward one another, to recognize the tzelem, the image of G!d in the other . 

In the few verses I’m honored to read on Shabbat are laws about taking responsibility for things you set in motion, even if you didn’t do them yourself:

If you let your animals graze and they eat grain or food from another’s field, you must pay double. If you start a fire, and it consumes food in another’s field, you must pay back double, or volunteer to work in their field. You set the fire, or the grazers in motion and you must take responsibility when things went out of control and other people were infringed upon. They might starve b/c of your actions. You are responsible.  

Do I have to say if you incite a riot?  On three things the world stands: Truth, Justice and peace.   PIrke Avot

But  if they are outside your group, a ger,  you should love them, and not oppress them, Why? Because, Torah says twice in this parshah:  you know their soul! you’ve been there – strangers in a land not your own, And in their eyes you are commanded to see your own soul!

I wrote this song for a drash on Mishpatim two years ago. Earlier that year our misdeeds against the stranger rose in glaring ugliness, as immigrants at our southern border were, and continue to be imprisoned and held in inhumane conditions.  For me the image seared in my mind of John Moore’s photo printed on the cover of Time, of the toddler crying beside a towering border patrol officer. The mother and child had been on the road for a month. Many families were separated, and human beings were called illegals

V’hager lo tilchatz, y’datem et nefesh ha-ger,  ki gerim heyitem

These and many other laws were entered into a contract sealed with the words: naaseh v’nishma – we will do, and we will hear. We do first, act justly, and perhaps then we will really be able to nishma – hear, not be deaf

HEAR THEIR CRIES, Margo Wolfson December 30, 2018

You already know how it goes 

To be so far from safety, from home

To be alone, to be a stranger in a narrow zone

Love the stranger, you were strangers too

Love the stranger, you know their soul

Hear their cries and know

You can be part of the healing, 

make things whole

A little girl cries in the nlght

Though they hear her no one comes to hold her tight

No one makes it right, or reunites

The world seems far too big and too cold

Without Momma beside her to hold  

Bridge

Naaseh v’nishma, We will help and then truly hear

When we comfort and dry the tears 

It can open the

To be free, to live in dignity

Naaseh v’nishma,  

Let us open our hearts and our ears

Cause there will always be mountains to climb

We can truly be there, 

even gather a glimpse of Divine

if we..

Love the stranger, we were strangers too

Love the stranger, we know their soul

We Hear their cries and know

we  must be part of the healing, 

make ourselves whole