*Leviticus 23:42
The seven-day festival of Sukkot is an odd one if viewed
without context. Jews are commanded to make insecure structures with porous
roofs that allow us to see the stars and let precipitation seep in. We are to
eat meals and spend nights in those “booths” (some translate it as “huts”) for
seven days.
All this— to remember our ancestral forty-year journey to
the Promised Land, dwelling in tents for two generations.
All over the observant Jewish world, these structures are
erected according to specification, and then decorated to the hilt. I have warm
memories of this from my childhood in Israel, where even the marginally
observant just had to have a Sukkah, (=Booth) even if we mostly decorated and
rarely dwelled.
In my current home, I tried to give my kids a taste of it. Our
non-Kosher hut (because it was a section of our entry-porch, and the only solid
part was, alas, the roof) was not a place to sleep. But we had a couple of
lunches in it, and like in my secular upbringing in Israel, we spent more time
on decorating than being in there. The neighbor’s cat, though, adopted it
immediately and did the Mitzvah for us.
{{{I highly recommend the movie USHPIZIN, one of very few
made by ultra-orthodox Jews, and telling a beautiful tale that stars the
holiday of Sukkot.}}}
The point was to remember. To recall where you came from and
pay homage to the struggles of those who went before.
I no longer attempt a sukkah, even for our cats. But, you
see, the holiday starts tomorrow, and I remember.
