Who Stands for Kaddish?
Recently, on the Reform rabbinic list server. there has been a discussion about the common Reform Jewish custom of having the entire congregation stand for the Kaddish Yatom (the Mourners’ Kaddish). While I found the give-&-take interesting, up until now I had decided that this was one conversation which I would follow but not partake in. However that changed after one of my friends posted a very touching account of his own personal experience at the time of his father’s passing. In it he testified to how much more meaningful it was for him at the time of his loss to stand alone, or with a cadre of fellow mourners when saying Kaddish, and how when he found himself in the more typical Reform setting where everyone stands for Kaddish, how the transformation of this prayer into a communal event diminished his Kaddish experience.
His story inspired me to share a personal story of my own – though my experiences have led me to approach this question from a very different perspective. His feelings are his feelings, and as I respect him greatly so do I respect his feeling. But we are all molded by our experiences and mine have sent me down a different path than his. So here is my story and what I have taken away from it.
Growing up, my family belonged to a classical Reform congregation in the Bronx. My parents were a microcosm of the make up of that congregation. My father was raised as an Orthodox Jew and for years refused to practice any Judaism, so deep was is distaste for Orthodox Judaism. On the other hand, my mother was raised as a classical Reform Jew by parents who had a very limited involvement in their congregation, yet as an adult she felt the need to deepen her Jewish connection. For several years, while my sister (who was 6 years my senior) went to religious school, my family belonged to an Orthodox congregation, at the insistence of my mother. She felt it important that my sister have a Jewish education and the Orthodox congregation was the closest one to our home. We never attended services – not even the High Holy Days – and until the day of my sister’s Bat Mitzvah (a group service on a Sunday afternoon, with no Torah reading), my father never set foot in that synagogue. As soon as my sister had her Bat Mitzvah, my parents quit that congregation. However, about a year later, they were approached by neighbors who belonged to a Reform congregation. With my mother insisting that I, too, receive a Jewish education (I was in 1st grade at the time), my parents gave it a try and both of them immediately fell in love with Reform Judaism, both becoming active members of the congregation.
I grew up with only one living grandparent; my grandmother on my mother’s side. A few years after my family joined the Reform congregation, my grandmother passed away. At that time (this was the late ’50’s) it was still the practice within Reform Judaism that only the mourners rise for the Kaddish. For eleven months, every Friday night, my mother would stand and say Kaddish for her mother, often standing alone, attempting to read along with the rabbi. I say “attempting” because as a child, my mother never learned to read Hebrew. She struggled mightily with the transliteration of the Kaddish as found in the old Union Prayer Book. Even as a child, I clearly recognized how painful it was for her to stand alone in the congregation and fumble over this prayer. It had to be extremely embarrassing, but she bore it every Friday evening, a true act of dedication to the memory of her mother.
Throughout our movement, my mother was not alone in this predicament. In those days, and even more so when my mother was a child, Hebrew study was not a priority for Reform Jews. It was after my mother’s experience that our congregation instituted the practice of everyone rising for the Kaddish. They said it was in memory of all the Jewish martyrs of ages past but in fact it was in support of those mourners of the day who could not fluently read the Hebrew and deserved not to be so publicly embarrassed. Feeling the pain of my mother, I always deeply appreciated that act of kindness.
Then came the days of my own mourning, with the passing of my mother, then my father, and then my sister. One Shabbat morning, when I was attending a Bat Mitzvah at our local pseudo-Conservative congregation, I experienced for the first time what it was like to stand for the Kaddish as a mourner without the non-mourners of the congregation standing alongside of me. Like my friend and colleague, I keenly felt the healing power of the moment in ways that I never felt in my own congregation. I immediately appreciated what had been lost with the institution of our communal Kaddish. Yet the memory of my mother’s Kaddish ordeal remained a painful memory. What to do?
Shortly after that experience, in my own congregation, I instituted the practice of introducing the Kaddish in such a way that the mourners had an opportunity to spend at least some time standing alone in memory of their loved ones before they were joined by the rest of the congregation in standing and reciting the Kaddish. Three years ago, I added a beautiful addition to that practice. Now I not only have them stand when their loved one’s name is recited in the Yahrzeit list, but I also give them the opportunity, if they choose to take it, of sharing some personal reflection on the life of the loved on they are recalling that Shabbat. Not only is it powerfully cathartic for those mourners who choose to take advantage of that opportunity, but it personalizes and enhances the Kaddish experience for all those congregants who will stand and pray without a Yahrzeit of their own to observe. I have found that it truly does capture the best of both worlds.
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