Last July, my part time Cantor, full time U.S. Army civilian employee, wife, Gail, was transferred, along with her entire department, from the Rock Island Arsenal to the Army installation in Warren, Michigan. So now she lives most of the time in Detroit while I continue to reside in Davenport, Iowa. Gail comes home for approximately 36 hours every two week, over the weekend. Being a rabbi, I do not have the opportunity to visit her nearly that often. So, when Winter Break arrived this year, and our youngest, Helene, came home from her first semester at college, Helene & I jumped at the chance to go to Detroit to visit her mother and my wife.
As Helene and I were driving home from our visit – a seven hour drive – day morphed into night, just like it says in the MaAriv Aravim prayer where it describes God as “rolling light away from darkness.” Since we were traveling westward, even though we were engulfed in the darkness of the new night, across the length of the horizon, we could still see that strikingly beautiful band of the flaming orange sky of sunset. As we continued to move at highway speeds, I pointed out to Helene that the band was growing larger, the further west we traveled. Therefore, at least theoretically, if we drove fast enough, it could be possible for us to travel from night into twilight. As Helene was quick to point out, “Time Travel.” We could go backward in time instead of ahead. That is a mind blowing thought!
But when you think about it, all too many of us spend far too much of our lives aspiring to do just that – go backward in time – but on a far larger scale than a mere step from night into twilight. We fantasize about turning the clock back not just a few hours but rather several years. We yearn for the past; the “good old days,” as we are so fond of calling them. We yearn to return to a time in our lives which we perceive as having been both simpler and happier; when we were better and so was our life. Indeed, such perceptions become the fodder of many of the political candidates who are quick to proclaim that the present stinks and what we need is to return to the glories and the wonders of the past.
In our journey through life, our memories are fascinating companions. They most certainly have the capacity to be warm and wonderful, but they also can be remarkably deceptive. That so many people idealize the past is a testimony to such deception. For if we are to be honest with ourselves, we would have to admit that while there are many good things to remember about our past, there is also much we choose to forget. We choose to forget it either because it was truly painful or because, in light of today’s standards, it was simply a less comfortable way of life. For example, who would want to return to the days before such dishwashers or clothes dryers or air conditioning, nevertheless cell phones, computers, and the internet? Being as antique as I am, I remember them all, and far more. I remember scrubbing dishes and pots in the sink. I remember my mother hanging up the laundry on the clothesline in our backyard and praying that it would not rain. I remember laying uncomfortably awake at night in my bed, soaked in sweat, unable to sleep. I remember sitting on the stairs of my home, talking on the telephone, tethered to its base by the line connecting the handset. I remember writing sermons on legal pads, with all sorts of scratch outs, circled texts, and arrows, meant to direct my secretary for when she had to type it out for me. Of course, I remember far lower prices but I also remember even lower income levels that made those items at those low prices all the more unattainable.
My point here is that yearning for a return to the “good old days” is even more elusive and futile than racing down the highway trying to recapture the twilight. The past is the past. That our memory reframes it with a focus on all that was good and pleasant about it is a gracious gift but not an accurate presentation. Rather, we need to live more in the moment. There is nothing we can do to recapture the past but there is much that we can do to reconstruct the present; to transform our present into a far better time in our lives. By so doing, we have the power not only to impact our present but also our future and the future of those whose lives we touch. While the “good old days” can be a mixture of fact and illusion, if we so choose, we can create for ourselves the “good new days.” We can make today the best day of our lives and tomorrow even better. The choice is ours.
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