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Why Queen Elizabeth mattered

For a patriarchal religion, you need to admit Judaism will not lack for feminine images, typologies, and role models.

Even though they appear to be redundant and/or contradictory.

This occurred if you ask me weeks ago, during Friday evening services. Once we were entering Shabbat, we sang two traditional hymns. Both of these featured imaginary ladies in starring roles.

First, we sang the classic Shabbat evening hymn, Lecha Dodi. Beloved, come, and why don’t we greet the Shabbat bride. They were what, penned by the Safed mystic, Shlomo Alkabetz, who actually imbedded their own name being an acrostic in to the verses of the song.

Here, Shabbat is really a bride. By the end of the song, in the same way you’ll do at a normal wedding, the congregation rises, turns towards the sanctuary entrance, and, with a bow, welcomes the invisible bride.

But, wait. Immediately after that, we sang an almost equally famous hymn, Ha-chamah mei-rosh. In what of the Hebrew literary giant, Bialik: Sunlight on the tree tops no more sometimes appears. Come why don’t we welcome the Sabbath, our Queen.

Shabbat is really a queen as you must show deference to her, and obey her.

First, it had been Shabbat as Bride. Now, its Shabbat as Queen. That is it?

The solution: both. Both Bride and Queen, manifestations of the Divine Presence. Both of these, areas of God. Both of these, mythical memories of ancient goddesses.

Shabbat is both a bride and a queen, as the way that you relate with a bride is quite different from just how that you relate with a queen.

You visit a wedding, and you also have the ability to speak to the bride. You may even hug her, kiss her, and dance with her.

Thats the bride. But, the Queen differs.

Try when i might, I cannot quit my thing concerning the royals. I watched the Netflix series, The Crown twice. Completely.

But, among the best cinematic excursions into royalty is The Queen. It really is concerning the annus horribillus, the horrible year where Princess Diana died for the reason that infamous car accident in Paris.

The English folks are grieving terribly. Within their grief, they no more want the original stiff upper lip of the monarchy. There are various who are not so sure they need the monarchy. They need the Queen to be using them within their grief which literally implies that they need the Queen to grieve using them over this terrible loss. They need her expressing ordinary human feelings even though those feelings are laced with appropriate ambivalence concerning the broken relationship that preceded Dianas unhappy and untimely death.

They not merely want the Queen. They need their Mother.

The best scene may be the one where Prime Minister Tony Blair must prepare himself for his first ending up in Queen Elizabeth. He must review the complete protocol where you can stand, how exactly to stand, how exactly to bow, what things to call her (initially meeting), what things to call her subsequently.

In The Kings Speech, speech therapist Lionel Logue takes personal liberties with the soon-to-be King George VI, whom he calls by his nickname Bertie a name reserved limited to Berties family. Logue tells Bertie he may be an excellent king to that your royal responds: Thats very near treason! Mrs. Logue gets an instant tutorial by Queen Mary on how best to address a queen: You focus on your majesty, and them its maam, which is really supposed to turn out as mum.

The Bride? No rules. The Queen? Rules.

So, thats Judaism. Bride and Queen.

The Bride nature of Shabbat is approximately delight. I enjoy Shabbat.

The Queen nature of Shabbat is approximately rules. I obey the laws of Shabbat.

As it happens that you’ll require both in whatever mixture you select.

So, lets discuss monarchy.

America rejected a king in 1776. We find the thought of kings and queens to be quaint but irrelevant, as well as perhaps even dangerous. Most kings and queens nowadays have only symbolic power.

So, why do we love the royals? Because symbolic power is real power. Since it symbolizes.

Since it works out that we haven’t entirely cast off our desire to have a Queen. Possibly the roots are ancient and mythical, however they is there.

There’s something within us that still wants, and needs, a Queen. (A lot more, I daresay, than we wish and require a King).

Because the world says farewell to Queen Elizabeth II, the longest reigning monarch in British history, we remember a female who served, in lots of ways, as a maternal and grandmotherly presence to her subjects, also to the planet itself. Not necessarily perfectly, needless to say as any human mother or grandmother may also, invariably, fail.

We remember a life well lived, an excellent and generous heart and a female who had exactly the same sort of family chaos and issues once we all have.

Moreover, we remember a female who, for all your traditional rules and protocols, broke those rules and protocols in a single memorable moment.

On January 27, 2005 the sixtieth anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz the Queen welcomed a big band of Holocaust survivors to St. James Palace.

The late Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks would recall that whenever enough time came on her behalf to leave, she didnt. Rather, she stayed far beyond enough time he schedule had allotted. She gave each survivor her full, undivided attention. She paid attention to each one of these, until see your face had finished telling their own story.

Perhaps at that time, she was remembering the legacy of her mother-in-law, Princess Alice of Battenberg.

Princess Alice had a life that has been both tragic and transcendent. Congenitally deaf. she was later identified as having schizophrenia. She became a nun, lived in Athens, and sheltered Jewish refugees through the Holocaust. Yad Va Shem named her as on the list of righteous on the list of nations, and she actually is buried in Jerusalem.

Inside a few short weeks, Jews shall once more encounter the God Who’s simultaneously Avinu and Malcheinu, Father and King, a loving parent and distant sovereign.

No not distant. For in Jewish lore, that king is loving, and kind, and accessible aswell.

Some liturgists would render it: Our Mother, Our Queen.

Now you understand why that may, indeed, work.

I will remember praying at a synagogue in London, and arriving at the original prayer for the federal government, and praying with the congregation for the Sovereign Lady, Queen Elizabeth, and all of the Royal Family, her advisors and her counsellors [sic].

Sweetly done, when i recall sufficient reason for great love.

May Queen Elizabeth rest in peace. For her son and heir, King Charles III may God save the King.

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