A few years ago I watched every episode of an excellent Israeli TV series about modern-Orthodox "30 - somethings" called S’rugim. S’rugim refers to the kippa s’ruga, the crocheted kippa that, for many, has grown to serve as a symbol for this community.
I thought it was a compelling show. The characters were appealing but also at times frustratingly self-absorbed.
Deanna stopped watching after season 2 and I continued. One night when I couldn’t sleep, I went downstairs and binge watched through to the end of the third and final season.
One of the main characters is named Hodaya.
She grew up in an observant home, daughter of a rabbi. Of all of the characters, she departs the most from her observant upbringing.
She is also probably the least satisfied of all of her friends. She is brilliant, creative - perhaps in some ways the most gifted of all of her friends - and yet she never seems to be satisfied.
It first occurred to me this past week - as I was preparing to speak - the irony of her character given her name.
Her name - Hodaya - means gratitude in Hebrew. Thanksgiving, actually.
And she appears almost constitutionally incapable of being thankful.
Many people will say that gratitude is a feeling.
To some degree it is. But I want to suggest - on this Shabbat immediately following the American holiday of Thanksgiving - that gratitude is primarily a choice. We choose to be grateful or not. We choose to what extent we focus on saying “thank you” for the good things in our lives and to what extent we focus on everything that is wrong or tense or problematic in our lives.
I thought it was a compelling show. The characters were appealing but also at times frustratingly self-absorbed.
Deanna stopped watching after season 2 and I continued. One night when I couldn’t sleep, I went downstairs and binge watched through to the end of the third and final season.
One of the main characters is named Hodaya.
She grew up in an observant home, daughter of a rabbi. Of all of the characters, she departs the most from her observant upbringing.
She is also probably the least satisfied of all of her friends. She is brilliant, creative - perhaps in some ways the most gifted of all of her friends - and yet she never seems to be satisfied.
It first occurred to me this past week - as I was preparing to speak - the irony of her character given her name.
Her name - Hodaya - means gratitude in Hebrew. Thanksgiving, actually.
And she appears almost constitutionally incapable of being thankful.
Many people will say that gratitude is a feeling.
To some degree it is. But I want to suggest - on this Shabbat immediately following the American holiday of Thanksgiving - that gratitude is primarily a choice. We choose to be grateful or not. We choose to what extent we focus on saying “thank you” for the good things in our lives and to what extent we focus on everything that is wrong or tense or problematic in our lives.