Friday, When the Eruv Came Down

Two weeks ago, on Friday afternoon at 2:00 pm, my phone rang with a call from Rabbi Rabovsky. It’s always a zechus to speak to Rabbi Rabovsky, but a call on Erev Shabbos at 2:00 pm means only one thing: there’s an issue with the eruv.
We’ve had these calls a few times over the past few years. On some occasions, it has required nuanced halachic solutions. Other times, it’s meant a bucket truck and some brave chevra working together to get an eruv wire across Lyons Road.
Once, last summer, I found myself at the top of a 20-foot ladder with industrial zip ties and a thirty-foot pole.
But the truth is that for most of us, the entire reality of the eruv is invisible. It’s a system that runs in the background, enabling us to live our lives with the knowledge that someone, somewhere, is making sure that we can carry on Shabbos.
All of this came crashing down two weeks ago when, for the first time in 21 years in Boca, the western section of the eruv was unusable.
By 4:00 pm, we realized that there was nothing that could be done to save our eruv for Shabbos.
(For those who are technically curious, the issue began on Friday morning, when construction crews began demolition on the fence that runs along the canal on Boca Rio Road. That fence had been there for 25 years, and we had no expectation that it would be coming down. Any options to attempt a repair were impossible, since the crews were planning on working into Shabbos.)
Immediately, we pivoted to teaching how to observe Shabbos without an eruv – and to dealing with a host of specific questions. Baruch Hashem, Rabbi Goldberg found the email he wrote two decades ago with instructions on how to keep Shabbos without an Eruv, as we talked through the questions and concerns.
In all of it, I felt a deep sense of Siyata D’Shmaya in the fact that Moreinu V’Rabbeinu Rav Schachter was at BRS that Shabbos, meaning that I could ask him some of the questions we were facing. (By the time we were speaking, it was already Shabbos in Israel and New York. All of the poskim I would normally call were unavailable.)
Amazingly, despite all of our (well-founded) anxieties, numerous people shared that Shabbos without the eruv was beautiful, unique, and uplifting in a way that none of us could have planned for.
To a certain extent, I wish we could bottle that experience. It hearkened back to a time of simplicity that we’ve lost in our drive to create a world of convenient Yiddishkeit.
Of the dozens of reflections that members of BRS West shared, there are three that I’ve been thinking about deeply. Perhaps it doesn’t require an eruv crisis to reimagine making some changes to our Shabbos experience.
One: “My son has been struggling with keeping Shabbos. But he was careful to remind me that the eruv was down, and that we shouldn’t carry.”
This was fascinating. We think that by providing the easiest version of Torah and Yiddishkeit, we are removing all impedance from our children’s observance. Ironically, that is often counterproductive.
In the deepest way, a lifetime of keeping halacha should result in a slow transformation. The Torah provides the roadmap from immaturity and self-centeredness to becoming a refined and empathetic eved Hashem. That work is not simple. Self-transformation is not convenient.
When our children encounter our struggles and share in that mesirus nefesh, Torah becomes all the more real. All of a sudden, mitzvos take on greater meaning.
Two: “I couldn’t bring a sefer to shul! All I had was the siddur and chumash. I think it was the first time in years that I davened and followed the Torah reading for real.”
How many crutches do we bring to “survive” Shabbos morning? A sefer? An article or magazine? Perhaps a drink slipped into the tallis bag?
We’re so used to bringing our distractions that we’ve forgotten how the siddur and chumash themselves are profoundly meaningful.
Sometimes we trick ourselves into thinking it’s frum to bring a sefer into shul. But if we can’t handle sitting through Krias HaTorah, hearing only the words of Hashem Himself, perhaps our gemaros are taking more than they’re giving.
The Yesod HaTzaddik of Zhevil once noticed that a particular teacher offered to be the chazzan one morning, hoping to ensure that the davening wouldn’t schlep. The Rebbe turned to him and noted, “It seems to me that you are not here to daven, but rather to have davened.”
Three: “This is the first time I walked to shul wearing my tallis. It felt authentic; like the pictures of my zeide.” Another member noted, “I felt like Superman, walking through the streets with a cape.”
In our modern world, we try to blend in. We take full advantage of the openness of the USA – from clothing to college, from music to media. But wearing a tallis through the streets of Boca is decidedly countercultural. It’s a proud declaration of our identity, far more than words could ever say.
The Superman comment was particularly interesting, because Superman is different from every other superhero. Every other superhero puts on a disguise when assuming their super-role. Superman, however, has always been Superman. His disguise is when he is pretending to be normal.
That’s our story. In reality, a Jew wearing a tallis is who we really are. The shirt and jacket are just a disguise to fit in.
Of course, none of this requires an eruv emergency to experience. But the break from a “regular” Shabbos revealed hidden dimensions of our Shabbos, our lives, and our relationship with Hashem and with each other.
Baruch Hashem, by last Shabbos the eruv was up again, joining our spaces together and allowing for free-flowing, convenient Yiddishkeit once more. But it is my hope and tefillah that the lessons we learned; of mesirus nefesh, authentic tefillah, and Jewish pride – will make a more permanent addition to our lives and aspirations.
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