Parashat Trumah

by Reb Jamie Hyams, Rabbinic Intern, Congregation P’nai Tikvah, February 16, 2018

Our Torah portion this week is TrumahTrumah is often taken as “to contribute” but the root of the word is reysh-vav-mem which means “to elevate.”  The contributions given in our portion were used to build a sanctuary so that God could dwell among people.  The process of building the sanctuary brought the people together for a unified purpose to create the society in which they wanted to live. We must follow their example.  We each have the power to change the world in which we live.  With our voices.  With our votes.  Silence is complacency.

Wednesday our country suffered the 18th school shooting in 46 days.   We in Las Vegas know too well the pain and suffering of this event to be silent.

Yesterday, Rabbi Joe Black of Temple Emanuel in Denver read the following opening prayer Colorado State House in the aftermath of the tragedy.


Our God and God of all people,

God of the Rich and God of the poor. 

God of the teacher and God of the student. 

God of the families who wait in horror. 

God of the dispatcher who hears screams of terror from under bloodied desks. 

God of the first responder who bravely creeps through ravaged hallways. 

God of the doctor who treats the wounded. 

God of the rabbi, pastor, imam or priest who seeks words of comfort but comes up empty.

God of the young boy who sees his classmates die in front of him. 

God of the weeping, raging, inconsolable mother who screams at the sight of her child’s lifeless body . 


God of the shattered communities torn apart by senseless violence. 

God of the legislators paralyzed by fear, partisanship, money and undue influence. 

God of the Right. 

God of the Left. 

God who hears our prayers. 

God who does not answer. 


On this tragic day when we confront the aftermath of the 18th School shooting in our nation on the 46th day of this year, I do not feel like praying. 

Our prayers have not stopped the bullets. 

Our prayers have changed nothing. 


Once again, a disturbed man with easy access to a death machine has squinted through the sights of a weapon, aimed, squeezed a trigger and taken out his depraved anger, pain and frustration on innocents:  pure souls. Students and teachers. Brothers and sisters. Mothers and fathers- cut down in an instant by the power of hatred and technology.


We are guilty, O God. 

We are guilty of inaction. 

We are guilty of complacency. 

We are guilty of allowing ourselves to be paralyzed by politics. 


The blood of our children cries out from the ground. 

The blood of police officers cut down in the line of duty flows through our streets. 

I do not appeal to You on this terrible morning to change us. We can only do that ourselves. 

Our enemies do not come only from far away places. 

The monsters we fear live among us. 


May those in this room who have the power to to make change find the courage to seek a pathway to sanity and hope. 

May we hold ourselves and our leaders accountable. 

Only then will our prayers be worthy of an answer. 


Shabbat shalom,

Reb Jamie