Why
would I be nervous? This should have
been a moment of immense pride that the inclusive practices we have embraced
in our school could carry over into the congregation at large. And it was; yet I
found myself hoping that everyone in the congregation would be blown away by
this young woman’s abilities, not by what she accomplishes in spite of her
blindness. Yes, we are an inclusive congregation, but does this mean that every member of our congregation
is themselves fully open and welcoming to all?
Here was a significant opportunity for the congregation to understand inclusion more fully, yet I was nervous because I didn’t want anyone to think that this young woman is a "poster child” for our inclusive practices. She wasn’t invited to chant because she is blind, she was chosen because she is an outstanding chanter. I was nervous that the emotions evoked by her chanting would be disbelief, not awe. And I was nervous because I wanted every worshiper to know what I know; that this young woman is a gift to our congregation and to the Jewish people.
Here was a significant opportunity for the congregation to understand inclusion more fully, yet I was nervous because I didn’t want anyone to think that this young woman is a "poster child” for our inclusive practices. She wasn’t invited to chant because she is blind, she was chosen because she is an outstanding chanter. I was nervous that the emotions evoked by her chanting would be disbelief, not awe. And I was nervous because I wanted every worshiper to know what I know; that this young woman is a gift to our congregation and to the Jewish people.
So I watched carefully. I watched people’s reactions when she was walked to the bimah and I saw people notice as she placed her Hebrew Braille on the open scroll. I observed people's body language as they heard the voice of an angel. I found myself sighing with relief as I heard low murmurs of positive assent and saw numerous expressions of joy. And I finally let out the breath I didn't know I was holding when I noticed a grown man weep openly as she finished.
I
think it’s possible that after services her receiving line was longer than the
rabbi’s! When I finally found her, I joked that she had become a Yom Kippur rock
star. She chuckled at that idea…and in
her typical, unassuming way, shared her relief that she could now go back to
studying for secular school!
Yes, we are an inclusive congregation. Not perfect, but aware and striving to improve. I am so very fortunate to be a part of it.
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I love the sentiment of this post. It's fantastic to have an inclusive community within a synagogue (mine had a very inclusive community) but inclusion should not be about putting people up on pedestals because of what they can do in spite of their disability. It should be about celebrating everyone's strengths, regardless of ability.
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