Risk Taking
We are all risk takers and you know how I know that? We are here having taken the biggest risk by being born on to this earth, which can be unpredictable at best and challenging at it’s worst.
All of us take risks to differing degrees every day. Some of the obvious ones are jumping out of a plane, hoping the parachute opens, or bungee jump from a tall structure, hoping the rope holds us strongly enough that we don’t break a neck or anything else that we desperately need.
Some of us take risks with quitting a job or starting a business using every penny we have. Some of us invest in a home we aren’t sure we can afford, or purchase unseen stocks, bonds, equities or precious metals without really knowing they are going to increase as we wish.
We take risks with trusting others in business and in intimate relationships all the time. We chance life with life itself when birthing children or adopting another human. We are taking these extraordinary risks all the time. It’s called living.
Of course, I have taken my fair share of risks during this life so far - some big and some small.
One of my risks was small and had a large impact which is why I am about to share it with you………….
My heritage is based in Judaism and my Jewish mother loved to celebrate the New Year, which happens every year(currently 2020 to 2021 is 5781 in Judaism).
She especially enjoyed going to a temple the day before the fasting day each year. She was staying with me in California and our local reform, relaxed temple, were having full days of prayer and song. We wore our Sunday best and went to join a huge melting pot of local people and their families at our local temple.
The Rabbi gave his sermon, inviting at the close of his speech for all those who needed healing to either come up to the stage or stand or raise their hands, so that we could recognize those who needed help and prayers for their healing.
I observed the community dividing with this exercise. Some people walked or limped up to the stage. Some wore caps with bald heads from chemo, while others had walking sticks, crutches or wheelchairs.
I looked around at many of the people in the room, who were sat feeling pretty darned smug that they were healthy and could be superior in their prayers to those who were struggling with very obvious outer challenges, many of which were seen by all of us.
I found myself feeling uncomfortable with how this went down and whispered to my mum about my observations. She agreed although she didn’t feel I ought to say anything to the Rabbi, in his house of prayer. She felt we must be respectful of the host of this faithful home and should not necessarily disagree with him in his own house.
I couldn’t sit on the feeling I had.
I walked up to the Rabbi, with my mother’s concerns for respect of him and the house of prayer he represented, and asked if I could comment on the healing aspect of his sermon. He readily agreed to listen, and offered me both his ears and full attention. It was such a great opportunity for me to let him know I had felt great separation in his community and that the hierarchy that so often exists in our World was very present in this room, because of the way healing had been offered.
I told him that there wasn’t one person in the room who didn’t need some form of healing, whether it was physical, emotional, mental, relational or financial. We all had something to heal and rather than divide, it would be better to unite and create space for everyone to search within themselves and see where their personal struggles or healing was the most needed.
The Rabbi was so quiet after I had shared in a big flow of communication, you could hear a pin drop. He let me know he would consider what I had shared.
My mum and I left the service after most people had long gone, and we walked and talked, wondering if he would really take my words to heart.
We didn’t have to wonder long. When we returned in the evening to another full room for the service my mum loved, the answer was granted.
It was the service before a day of fasting where the singer begs The Lord for mercy, compassion and forgiveness for all and any mistakes each of us made that year, to prepare the new book for the next year to be clean and pure again. It’s a beautiful heartfelt service and it was done really well.
Just before it, the Rabbi gave his address. He began sharing with his congregation that a member had touched his heart when letting him know that by picking out those who needed healing, separation had occurred. He wanted instead to create union. He invited everyone to hold hands, close their eyes and hold a prayer space for healing whatever was in each of our lives that needed attention and love.
I stood with eyes closed, my mum squeezing my hand while the tears of understanding fell down my face, reminding me that my honest approach had made a difference that evening. When I opened my eyes, my mum was wiping hers. It was a very sweet moment of taking a small risk that paid off in a big way.
Please share, in the comments section below, your experiences and stories as to how you, or people in your life, have great risk in order to reap the benefits of coming out the other side more enriched. It often helps us all when we can read and relate the wisdom of others to heal us. It can provide the keys to unlocking our hidden abilities to activate change in our own lives!!
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