By Maya Hannon
Creative Writing Editor
If I had to describe Shabbat dinner to a non Jew, I would have trouble encapsulating the exact feelings that arise during this meal every Friday night. As a non-religious Jew, we do not recite many blessings, we do not attend synagogue and we use our electronics after the meal and even during it as well sometimes. However, for my family, the meal is not about strictly observing the holiday but rather, an evening to unwind in the presence of family after everyone has endured their own stressful, demanding week. What makes Shabbat dinner unique is that it remains a steady occasion each week. As every week brings on new uncertainties to be dealt with such as not knowing how much homework will be piled on, what random appointment needs to be scheduled or how cold the weather will be, Shabbat is consistent and recurring. This consistency is comforting amidst the tumultuous times that continue to creep and lurk around us. For the most part, individuals do not like the unknown since it provokes feelings of anxiety and unfamiliarity. We are creatures who find reassurance in maintaining control. Who would want to drive a car down a route they have never been on before, not knowing what sharp curve lies ahead or what exit you need to swerve to get off the highway in time? Most people would rather drive down a path they have driven down a hundred times before, feeling confident and at ease amongst the familiar sidewalks and traffic lights. Now, while some uncertainty can be thrilling and refreshing, a consistent warm meal spent with your family each week contains a soothing element. The sound of my grandmother’s soft voice. The aromas emanating off of the mashed potatoes, green beans or brisket, quintessential Shabbat foods. The ubiquitous laughter felt throughout the house. The four candlesticks in their white holders, plated with silver that burn intensely as the darkness outside deepens. These sensory images never fail to conjure up the nurturing feelings generated by Shabbat dinner. As I write this on a Sunday night about to begin another hectic week, uneasy with what issues may present themselves, the warmth of Shabbat dinner approaches, forever being the nostalgic route that I like and know how to drive down.
Comments