C’mon,admit it, you watch those guys on Sunday mornings, too. And they’re all guys.Perfectly coiffed, without a note in sight, dapper in handsome suits, staringstraight into the camera and preaching the word of God.
I tune infor the preaching, I love to watch a masterful preacher. But while I’veimagined myself as many things in my life, I never imagined myself doing whatthey do.
Enter thecoronavirus.
On Thursday, Mar. 12, our congregation closed our physical building and announced an immediate shift to “Chizuk Amuno Online.” We were fortunate that we had a livestream up and running that had remote capabilities, and that I had a 12-year-old son at home who is a tech wizard.
Withinfewer than 24 hours, we were having virtual Shabbatservices and minyans.
But this was totally new for me.While I had used different platforms to conduct interviews and attend onlinemeetings and classes, I had never led services before virtually. In fact, I’dnever watched a livestream of myself from Shabbat services “BCV” (BeforeCoronavirus), even from my daughter’s bat mitzvah.
The only preparation I did was marking up a siddur with Post-it Notes so I could lead more fluidly.
Beginning in the Middle Ages, the Rabbis forbade praying in front of a mirror. They had two primary concerns: one, that it is distracting and makes it difficult to concentrate; and two, that the worshipper ends up bowing to herself.
Both of these reasons had stymied me before when at a shiva minyan, or next to a particularly shiny window, I caught glimpse of my reflection while praying. It distracted me, it made me uncomfortable.
Livestreaming from my computer meansthat for the whole service, I am essentially staring into a mirror. Unlike theSunday morning preachers, my hair is not perfectly coiffed, especially with tefillin on at 7:30 a.m. I need to keeplooking down at my siddur, or sideways at thelist of perpetual memorials.
I hadassumed that one of the side benefits of working from home would be not havingto wear makeup, but after my first livestream that went out the window. Mymascara ran out the second day of self-quarantine, and while everyone else inthe country was worried about buying toilet paper, all I wanted was a littlepink tube of Maybelline Great Lash.
Thosetelevangelist guys were onto something.
Now that it’s been a few weeks (but who’s counting?) of being a tele-rabbi, I see the wisdom of the Rabbis. My usual work-around –- closing my eyes when saying the Amidah or whenever I wanted better concentration — was anticipated by the Mishnah Berurah and deemed unacceptable. I am indeed distracted by my own all-too-human face, and while I have not yet felt that I was bowing at myself, I have felt that it’s somewhat idolatrous to be bowing to a computer screen.
The more recent responsa (discussions of Jewish law) arewhat have helped me settle into my temporary role as tele-rabbi. They speak ofchoosing the location in which you pray so that it reaps the greatest benefit.If it is advantageous to be praying by a mirror, then it is permitted.
So for now, I’ll be leading worship from behind a computer screen because that’s the most useful place for me to be.
But I’m anxiously anticipating a Friday when I am able to pray on a pulpit instead of a screen.
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