Parashat Ki Tavo
Is God a Crazed Soccer Mom?
Years ago, I read an article in one of those on-flight
magazines about a town in Virginia, a “Soccer Town,” where the local culture was
one in which youth soccer was taken very, very seriously. Of course, there were
many benefits to this, including the teaching of important values of teamwork,
cooperation, camaraderie, and humility.
At the same time, things were blown out of proportion. Parents and children traveled two hours each
day to games, competitiveness was on overdrive, there were numerous divisions
and rankings, and each team (of grade schoolers!) had professional coaches. It became a culture symbolized in part by the
proverbial soccer mom, but crazed exponentially.
While I find it hard to believe that I would fall
victim to this level of loss of perspective, I understand it. Losing perspective is something we, as
people, can do. Sometimes, we blow
things out of proportion.
What is strange about Parashat Ki Tavo is that it seems to
present God as losing it, blowing things out of proportion—not unlike the
stereotypical crazed Virginia soccer mom.
We read this week about the ceremony of the first fruits,
the Bikkurim: How a farmer takes the
first fruit of the season—even a single fig-- up to Jerusalem, recites a concise
but moving text placing himself in the context of Jewish history and destiny
and the Jewish people’s relationship to God, and rejoices before God in
Jerusalem.
Considering this ceremony is all about one piece of fruit,
it seems out of proportion. To get a
sense of how much so, contrast it with tithing, Ma’aser, when we give ten percent
of our crops to the Levites or to the poor. We give 10% of everything, but
there’s no ceremony at all.
With a mitzvah demanding a whole to-do in Jerusalem over one
fig, our Parasha seems to present God as taking everything out of proportion
here, as having developed an obsession over a piece of fruit not unlike that
which possessed that frenzied Virginia town.
Here’s an alternative suggestion to explain the big deal
about one little first fruit in contrast to the lack of a big deal over tithing: Ma’aser, tithing, is about the past. We give our 10%, but we already have all of
our crops for the year. We know we still
have the other 90%, and we know how much that is.
By contrast, when we bring that first fruit to Jerusalem, we
don’t know how many more fruits are coming in the rest of the season. Maybe it will be a small crop, or a bad
crop. We’re celebrating, we’re giving from
the first of what we have before we have anything else, before we know how much
we’re going to ultimately get.
We give thanks and we rejoice regardless of what we will
have.
Perhaps there is some attitudinal guidance here, as we
approach Rosh Hashanah and peer into the impenetrable obscurity of the upcoming
year: The future is uncertain. It might not be what we want or hope to get
from it. It might even, God forbid, bring tragedy and loss. But that cannot
deter us from a certain type of faith that enables us to rejoice before
God. Bringing the Bikkurim is designed not
to give us faith that the future will be bright—it very well might not be—but to
cultivate the type of faith by which we see the holiness and the joy in what we
do have, whatever that might be.