*How should we commemorate Yom HaShoah? On a personal level, my initial inclination is to do nothing. The loss is so great that any ritual can not adequately capture its enormity, nor do I feel a need to do so since it’s dark cloud is so much a part of who I am. Yet how can I go through my normal routine of the day without doing something?
Perhaps, standing silent here in America at the moment that the siren is sounded in Israel would be appropriate. By doing so, I would be standing in solidarity with my people who have persevered in the face of destruction and thrived in its wake.
Perhaps, I should volunteer to read names of the victims or go to listen to others who are reciting them at the local Jewish center At least this conveys the commendable attempt to commemorate the loss of so many people. How long does it actually take to read six million names, their ages, and their birthplaces?
Perhaps, we should fast on this day like we do on other days of destruction. Viscerally, depriving myself of food when remembering my relatives who were starved day-in and day-out is anathema to me.
Perhaps, attending the official community Yom HaShoah ceremony. By standing up to make meaning in the face of chaos seems like a moral imperative — dare I say a mitzvah? Yet, it just takes so much energy to trudge up the willingness to do so.
Perhaps we should look to God. Perhaps.
Through all of this we say, “Never Again” with some semblance of conviction as wars rage, terror reigns, and governments oppress their own people. At least we stand up to defend ourselves while still trying to commit ourselves to caring about the other.
Standing up against the meaninglessness in our world is worth every and any attempt to do so, even if it feels feeble. Committing ourselves to meaning in the face of chaos, however we do it, is sacred.
We may come up short in our attempts to recount the horrors of the decimation of one third of our people and the destruction of European Jewry; to preserve the memory of each precious person — man, woman, and child — who was murdered; to reflect upon and understand the human capacity for evil by some and apathy in the face of evil by many; to acknowledge the bravery and sacred acts of gentiles who stood up to save Jews at the risk of their own lives; to remember the tens of millions of others who died in the war.
At least, I can attempt to overcome my own apathy as I commemorate Yom HaShoah. This may be my small but sacred contribution to make meaning out of this day.
*Delivered at the community Yom HaShoah program in Savannah, GA., and posted in Times of Israel