It was the spring Sabbath Eve (Erev Shabbat) of the weekly Torah Reading Emor (Parshat Ha Shavuah Emor - Leviticus Chapter 24).
Yenta Brinah sat in her rocking chair overlooking the bustling street four stories down from her decaying center city walk up apartment. The Omer Count is 18 today, she mused. Soon it will be Shavuot (Festival of Weeks). Her eyes peered through the window. It was grey with urban grime and soot. That didn't matter. Her eyes were also clouded over, after her nine decades on the planet.
The street was choked with activity. It was like this every Friday morning. People who worked went in early, so they could finish and leave early for the weekend. Non-workers were busy buying things to prepare for the Sabbath. Flour, sugar, meat, vegetables, fruits, tea, coffee, juices, wine, candles, spices, nuts, seasonings. Benchers (Grace after meal prayer booklets), with Sabbath Songs (Zemirot shel shabbat). All manner of good things for making the Sabbath.
Eleh toldot yehudit, thought Yenta Brinah. These are the generations of Israel. She would know. In her time to date, she had seen four generations come, and some of them depart. They moved on and up. A journey she knew would soon enough be hers to have.
Squinting, she saw arm in arm strolling the streets, and buying this and that from family owned shops Eli and Nili. Eli and Nili were the prototype City odd couple. Opposites surely do attract, thought Yenta Brinah.
Nili was the fairest of the local daughters of Israel. When her generation blossomed into Jewish womanhood, she flourished as few ever did.
Her auburn fine hair, which flowed from her head to mid back was so delicate you could spin it like silk thread. When the sun caught it just right, the highlights could hold you breathless.
Her eyes, those eyes of brown. Not just any brown. a mahogany brown that reflected her natural kindness, softness, gentleness. It is said that when in stress, all a local had to do was gaze into those eyes. They immediately calmed a troubled soul.
To see Nili walk was to witness a masterpiece of liquid art in motion. Flowing in the way a fine Concord Grape wine flows forth from a decanter. The metaphor holds for intoxication too. Nili had never failed to turn heads, even though her manner of dress and comportment was indeed modest. Tzniuut (modesty) was her way. Even so, cream always rises to the top of every bottle.
Nili had a head on her shoulders. And not just a pretty one. She was always top in her school classes. Effortlessly, she mastered the ways of her people. When she graduated from the Ruth and Esther School for Jewish Women she took her natural and prodigious abilities in arts and crafts, coupled them with her head for business; and made a nice living indeed. Her commercial acumen and nimble creative hands supported both Eli and her. That is good. He could do no right as she could do not wrong when it came to meeting the practical side of life.
Eli, her husband was too tall. Awkward and gangly. A meiskeit, his face is said to be able to stop a truck from half a mile away.
Eli was a luftmench. His head was always in the clouds. That would have been fine if he had been graced with advanced knowledge and ability on matters abstract. Sadly, here too Eli led the field, but only from the back of the pack.
Children use to pick on him in school. Eli was an easy enough target. He did little to merit respect. He was always the last picked for teams. Quiet, slow, he was also good natured. When children were mean to him, he would just smile and withdraw back into his internal world. When they bullied him, he would just smile, and ignore them. He was no fun to bully. You couldn't upset him. He didn't really pay any more attention to you than to his studies. After a while, his class mates, like his teachers gave up and ignored him. You can beat a dead horse, but to what end?
Today they call it social promotion. Eli was graduated without honors. He was not only much older than his current classmates. His original class was long out into the world. You can leave a chicken in the oven after it has dried up for as long as you want. That will not make it more moist. The space was needed for someone who could produce.
Eli tried his hand at every trade one could imagine. Dairy went sour on him. A career try in meat spoiled. No one would let him attempt roofing. Setting bathroom floor tile had seen him fall over too many times for not paying attention. Eli will best be remembered in the community of commerce for someone who could snatch defeat from the jaws of victory without breaking a sweat.
It seems the only two things Eli and Nili had in common were their strong personal piety, and their equally intense love for each other.
Yenta Brinah saw them through her dirt streaked window pane. How they laughed, how they delighted in each others company.
With ninety plus years of life experience upon which to draw, Yenta Brinah scratched her head, shrugged her shoulders, and said out loud in her long empty flat, I don't get it!
Excluding holidays, for six days did Nili work from before dawn past dusk to run her business. The Sabbath, now that is quite another story. As much as she accomplished during the work week, Eli was just as active producing nothing of substance. But for the Sabbath, he would insure that his ineffective efforts came to a screeching halt.
Eli and Nili knew how to remember the Sabbath Day, to keep it Holy.
Nili cleaned the home from top to bottom when they returned from Friday morning shopping. She prepared the stuffed fish, horseradish sauce, made and baked the egg twist bread from scratch. She hard boiled eggs, and chopped them with onions and grivenes (rendered chicken fat). She made fresh chicken soup, with only the best fresh chickens, vegetables and seasonings. To sweeten the Sabbath, she baked every kind and type of pastry and confection you can imagine. She packed the spice box with fresh aromatic spices just purchased downtown. She polished the candle holder for the blue and white braided candle for Havdalah (the prayer to differentiate the Sabbath from the other six days of the week). She polished the Kiddish cup for the sacramental wine blessings. Even the copper bowl with handles to recite al netilate yadim (prayer for washing of the hands pre-meal) had to sparkle. The table cloth had to be spotless. The cutlery had to gleam. The one meat meal they had per week had to come out just right. This is the Sabbath. Nothing less than perfect will do. As it is said, As Jews have kept the Sabbath, so the Sabbath has kept the Jews.
Eli would go to the Mikveh (ritual bath). From there to the Kollel, and then on to the Yeshiva. Eli made it a point to study hard and well the weekly Torah and Haftorah Scriptural passages, whose subtleties were completely lost on him. He would walk miles to distribute food and money to the poor. They needed the Sabbath more than he. And he, like Nili lived for it.
Eli stayed at the Congregation as the afternoon melted into evening. He studied the commentaries. When the time came, he joined the prayer quorum (Minyan). He prayed the afternoon, receiving the Sabbath and evening services. As ever, what he lacked in skills of the Synagogue, he overcame plus with his good intentions. As he walked to his home in the darkness of night, he could see the Sabbath candle lights flickering through his kitchen window. Nili had lit them precisely when she should. Entering his home, he could smell the Sabbath Scents. There, in her finest clothes, was his Sabbath bride, Nili.
He rushed to bless her by reciting Proverbs 31, Eshet Chayil (A Woman of Valour). She would simply smile demurely, and sing Dodili from Shir Ha Shirim (The Song of Songs). My beloved is mine, and I am His.
He would wash his hands reciting the prayer. He sliced the egg twist bread, dipped in it salt and said the blessing. They would share a slice. He sang the prayer over the wine, and they each took a sip. Then came the Sabbath feast.
It is said that the Sabbath is a taste of the world to come. If the food there is anything like what Nili spent the day preparing, no wonder some call it Heaven. From soup, to entree and sides, with wine, to dessert did they feed each other. Enjoying every morsel only slightly less than the fact they they were together, alone; apart from the distractions of the mundane world and week. How these two cherished each others company.
After the meal, Eli and Nili chanted the Birkat Ha Mazon (Grace After Meals). Her voice was lovely, and on key. His was, well, driving distance to on key. Let's just leave it there.
They sang Sabbath songs for hours. As it is written in Psalms, Make a joyful noise unto the L-rd, all ye lands. Serve the L-rd with gladness, Come before His Presence with singing.
Late that night, they shared their love for one another as do husband and wife. As it is written in the Code Book of Jewish Law, (Kitzer Schulchan Aruch) a man must tell his wife how beautiful she is to him, prior to initiating the making of love. For Eli, this is not merely a discharge of duty. She was always beautiful to him.
As children when they grew up together. Even in the awkward pre-teens. He only had eyes for her, and she only thought of him in that way.
She could have had any man she wanted. The most learned, wealthy, famous, brightest, strongest, most powerful.
Everyone told Eli he was the luckiest man alive to have such a gift of a wife. Nili always thought she was the lucky one.
Finally, they fell asleep in each others arms. They slept so deeply, they never heard the tidal wave of river flooding, as the levies burst open. It was over for them in seconds.
The bodies were never recovered. Most of the house was just so much river bed debris.
When they awoke, they looked up at unfamilar yet stunning scenery. Hand in hand, arm in arm Eli and Nili walked into the World to Come. At the Pinnacle sat The Holy One, Blessed Be. He said, Welcome to Paradise.