During Yom Kippur services this year, I came up with the best praying strategy I’ve ever had, I think. It’s the kind of thing that makes you want to write it down and look it up next year…except, of course, I never do.
I’m a regular Ashkenazic guy. Blase Hungarian features, thick Carpathian mountain hair, the same prayerbook as half the universe uses…but, for Yom Kippur, I wound up in a Chabad synagogue. Chabad uses a different nusach than most of the rest of the universe. (It’s technically called “Nusach ha’Ari,” after the Arizal, except that he’d been dead several hundred years when it was invented by the Alter Rebbe, the first Rebbe of Chabad.) To make a long story much shorter, it’s mostly the same prayers, in an almost completely different order than, ahem, normal…or, “normal” if you’re a Carpathian like me.
We prayed all day yesterday, except for a 20-minute break at 4:30 or so to pop home and see my daughter. Most of it was silent, to ourselves, punctuated sporadically by a call-and-response hymnal, or a sudden moment on the part of the prayer leader of “Hey! This would sound really good sung aloud.” (I can only guess that’s what he was thinking. I was praying with a 100-year-old machzor that used to be my great-grandmother’s; there’s no call-and-response instructions, only big text and little text.) Anyway, for about three-quarters of those responsive readings, I was on a totally different page — in a different section, and on a different mental plane.
And it was totally great.
With nothing to cling to, all I could cling to were the words. As a result of working here (and from a couple years of praying every day) my Hebrew’s getting better, and individual words stuck out at me as I went — healing; forgiveness; screw up. (“Screw up” is my personal translation of “to sin,” since there isn’t any literal sinning in Judaism.) But the more I went, the closer I got to that ideal relationship that all the rabbis talk about when they talk about Yom Kippur: the idea that it’s just you and God alone in a room, and you’re not sure whether to say “thank you” or “I’m sorry,” and you end up saying both.