A Little Card, A Powerful Reminder

A small card becomes an invitation to notice our blessings, embrace gratitude, and share what we have with others.

I was unpacking a box the other day and found a small, laminated, tri-fold T’filat Todah, “Prayer of Thanks,” card. 

“Thank you, God, for all the things that I do have, and thank you, God, for the things that I don’t have. Thank you for my periodic difficulties, my occasional setbacks, and for the times when I don’t feel happy…”

I placed it on my desk at home as a reminder to stop kvetching (complaining) about insignificant matters. I have so much for which to be grateful.

I see gratitude reflected in so many ways through the lives of those around me: family, friends, community members, and people I encounter each day.

A few of the many expressions of gratitude I’ve witnessed recently:

  • My sister-in-law Marilyn’s recent celebration of becoming Bat Mitzvah at the age of 70;
  • My friends’ celebration of achieving a 1,000+ mile walking goal with their non-verbal 36-year old autistic son. They began walking together during COVID, when his work-study program shut down. His newfound love of walking continues to this day;
  • A wonderful recent visit here in Chattanooga with dear, longtime friends-who-are-like-family from Toronto whom I had not seen in almost four years;
  • Warm and meaningful gatherings at congregants’ homes for Shabbat dinner, “meet and greets,” and more. I continue to be touched by the gracious hospitality and welcome extended to me and by the many ways people have opened their homes and their hearts;
  • A mother’s beaming, loving smile as she introduces me to her daughter, who was born with many challenges and has worked hard to overcome them;
  • Our school-age students who greet one another, and often me, with huge bear hugs, so grateful for the gifts of friendship and community;
  • The beautiful smiles and joy-filled hearts of those who face health or other challenges and are simply thrilled to be present and to embrace each new day.
  • Our Jewish tradition teaches that there is a difference between thankfulness and gratitude.

Rabbi Norman Lamm, the late prominent Modern Orthodox rabbi, author, and longtime president and chancellor of Yeshiva University, once described the distinction this way:

“Thankfulness can be understood as courtesy or social gesture in which I give thanks only for goods received. It is a kind of verbal receipt: you give me something, I thank you. It is the polite, socially expected way to behave, a social construct.

“Gratitude, on the other hand, can be viewed as a higher level, not based on construct but on consecration, the consecration of one’s whole character. It is a state of mind in which a person is so devoted to the Almighty, so dedicated to transcendent values, so elevated beyond petty, selfish concerns, that he feels himself grasped by a pervasive gratefulness even when he has not received some special favor in advance…. [Gratitude] is a reaction of the total personality; [it is] deeply personal, profoundly human.” (Paraphrased from Rabbi Dr. Norman Lamm, “Gratitude Is Good for the Soul,” sermon delivered in the 1970s and republished in 2013.)

In this week’s Torah portion from Deuteronomy, Ki Tavo, we discover that gratitude is not merely something we feel. It is something we practice. In Deuteronomy 26, the Israelites are instructed that when they finally enter the Promised Land and reap its harvest, they are to bring the first fruits of the land as an offering to God. As they do so, they recount their story: where they came from, the suffering of slavery, their redemption from Egypt, and their arrival in a land of abundance.

In other words, before they can fully appreciate what they have, they are asked to remember how this all came to be theirs: how they came to achieve this milestone of an abundant harvest in their own land after hundreds of years in exile.

The Torah, however, does not allow gratitude to end there. Just a few verses later in the same chapter, the Israelites are commanded to set aside a portion of their produce for those who might otherwise go without: the Levite, the stranger, the orphan, and the widow.

This is what I find so powerful about the Torah’s understanding of gratitude. Gratitude cannot simply remain a feeling within us. It must move us beyond ourselves.

When we recognize the blessings in our own lives, we become more conscious of those who may not share those same blessings. When we understand that what we have is not ours alone, gratitude becomes generosity. Gratitude becomes responsibility. Gratitude becomes an act of k’dushah, holiness.

As we approach the upcoming Yamim Nora’im, the Days of Awe, perhaps this can become part of our own cheshbon hanefesh, our spiritual accounting.

What are the blessings we have stopped noticing because they have become so familiar?

Who are the people whose presence in our lives we may have begun to take for granted?

How might the challenges and setbacks in our lives help us recognize blessings we might otherwise overlook?

How might our gratitude for what we have received inspire us to give something of ourselves to someone else or do something to make a difference in our world?

Perhaps that little T’filat Todah card is a reminder to look at our lives more carefully and more fully: to notice what we too often take for granted, to cherish the people who sustain us, and to recognize the many blessings that fill our days.

As we enter this sacred season, may the gratitude within our hearts find expression in the way we live, the way we give, and the way we care for one another. May our lives reflect our gratitude by becoming a source of blessing to others.

Shabbat Shalom!

Rabbi Sharon L. Sobel

A Blessing at 30,000 Feet

You never know when a blessing will arrive from an unexpected source. Sometimes it comes from the stranger sitting beside you on an airplane.

You never know when you will receive a blessing from an unexpected source.

Yesterday, I had two brief connecting flights returning home from a four-day trip. My first flight was only 34 minutes in the air. I boarded early and shortly afterward, a pleasant young man took the window seat beside me.

For the past few months, I have been flying frequently and often use my time in the air to read or simply decompress after meetings. Unless my seatmates indicate they want to converse, I usually remain quiet.

This time was different.

My seatmate and I quickly struck up a conversation. I learned that he is a professional soccer referee who travels two or three times each week during soccer season. He is getting married in August. He was raised in the Society of Friends (Quaker), while his fiancée was raised Baptist.

Despite their different religious backgrounds, he shared that they are united by values that are deeply important to both of them: the belief that every person possesses an inner light (what we Jews might call being created B’tzelem Elohim, in the image of God), the importance of listening deeply to others, cultivating a life of spirituality, working for peace and justice, and finding a way to remain centered amid life’s chaos.

I knew a little about the Society of Friends but had never attended one of their meetings, and he was happy to share more.

When he learned that I am a rabbi, our conversation turned to themes of mutual concern: human nature, peace, justice, and finding the light within every human being. He told me that one of his favorite songs is This Little Light of Mine.

Then he asked if he could seek some advice.

Because of the demands of his profession, he travels many weekends and is often unable to attend his weekly Friends meeting. “How can I create community, stay centered, and remain connected to the life of the spirit while I am constantly traveling?”

What an astute and important question for a young person.

There are no easy answers. In his community, they often begin with a query, a deep, open-ended question designed to inspire personal and communal reflection. Queries invite people to examine how they are living their values of peace, simplicity, integrity, and community.

I suggested that during his travels he might set aside time for quiet meditation on that week’s query. While it would not replace community, it could help him remain connected to the spiritual focus of his community. Perhaps he could also schedule occasional conversations over Zoom with community members.

I suggested a simple daily practice: begin with gratitude, pray for the well-being of loved ones, set an intention for the day, reflect on the week’s query, and conclude with several moments of deep, intentional breathing.

And when he is home, make the effort to gather with his community in person, even when tired.

Although our flight lasted barely half an hour, it felt as though we had spoken for hours.

As we prepared to leave the plane, I told him that I felt blessed to have him sitting beside me.

Perhaps that is how blessings often arrive. Not through dramatic miracles or grand revelations, but through unexpected encounters that remind us of what matters most. Sometimes we are the giver of a blessing. Sometimes we are the recipient. Often, we are both.

This week’s Torah portion from the Book of Numbers, Parashat Naso, contains one of Judaism’s most beloved blessings, Birkat Kohanim, the Priestly Blessing:

“May the Eternal bless you and protect you. May the Eternal deal kindly and graciously with you. May the Eternal bestow favor upon you and grant you peace.” (Numbers 6:24-26)

In biblical times, the priests offered this blessing to the people of Israel. Today, its words continue to accompany some of life’s most sacred moments. Parents bless their children with it on Shabbat. Rabbis offer it to their congregations during moments of celebration, healing, and remembrance. It is spoken at brit milah (circumcision) ceremonies, baby namings, B’nai Mitzvah, weddings, and other significant milestones.

Rabbi Jonathan Sacks, z”l, taught that the Priestly Blessing reminds us that God’s blessings often enter the world through human beings. We become the channels through which God’s presence touches the lives of others.

As I reflected on my brief conversation with a stranger at 30,000 feet, I wondered whether this is precisely how blessing works. Neither of us boarded that flight expecting a sacred encounter. Yet in sharing our stories, our questions, and our hopes, we each became a source of blessing for the other.

Wishing you a Shabbat of blessing and peace, joy and contentment.

Shabbat Shalom!