Beyond my personal memories, there’s something about the sound of Kiddush that evokes home. Whether it’s sung around a Shabbat table with a full spread or whispered beside a hospital bed with a mini challah and grape juice cup, the words of Kiddush root us. They declare that even when the week spins with demands, there is a sacred pause—an invitation to remember who we are and where we belong.
Parshat Vaetchanan is similarly packed with memory and meaning. After recounting his own plea to enter the Promised Land, Moses pivots to legacy. He repeats the Ten Commandments and delivers the Shema—foundational texts that anchor Jewish identity. It’s a parshah of retelling and reaffirming, of choosing covenant again and again. Amid all this, the holiness of Shabbat is once more commanded: “Guard the Sabbath day and keep it holy, as the Lord your God has commanded you” (Deuteronomy 5:12).
This verse differs subtly from its twin in Exodus, where we are told to “Remember (zachor) the Sabbath day.” Here in Deuteronomy, we are told to “guard” (shamor) it. Our tradition famously teaches that both words were spoken by God in a single utterance: zachor v’shamor b’dibbur echad. Kiddush, the sanctification of Shabbat, blends these themes. When we lift the wine and recite Kiddush, we remember the acts of creation and guard the sanctity of time through ritual and restraint.
Kiddush is more than a pre-dinner ritual. It’s a declaration of values. It reminds us that our worth isn’t measured by productivity, that time can be holy, and that rest is resistance in a world that demands constant motion. This Shabbat, I invite you to listen closely to Kiddush. Let it be more than a recitation; let it be a reset. A recommitment to living with intention, to protecting what is sacred, and to remembering that holiness doesn’t just happen—it’s something we choose to create, together.
With Feeling
As I like to joke, Cantor Rabbi Bitton’s job is certainly safe with me around. But while I’m not known for my vocal skills, I’m comfortable in the music and melodies of our liturgy. If I had to pick one prayer that always feels easy and natural, it would be the Kiddush, the tunes for both Shabbat and for holidays. I hear my father’s voice in my head, and that always makes it a sacred moment for me.
Beyond my personal memories, there’s something about the sound of Kiddush that evokes home. Whether it’s sung around a Shabbat table with a full spread or whispered beside a hospital bed with a mini challah and grape juice cup, the words of Kiddush root us. They declare that even when the week spins with demands, there is a sacred pause—an invitation to remember who we are and where we belong.
Parshat Vaetchanan is similarly packed with memory and meaning. After recounting his own plea to enter the Promised Land, Moses pivots to legacy. He repeats the Ten Commandments and delivers the Shema—foundational texts that anchor Jewish identity. It’s a parshah of retelling and reaffirming, of choosing covenant again and again. Amid all this, the holiness of Shabbat is once more commanded: “Guard the Sabbath day and keep it holy, as the Lord your God has commanded you” (Deuteronomy 5:12).
This verse differs subtly from its twin in Exodus, where we are told to “Remember (zachor) the Sabbath day.” Here in Deuteronomy, we are told to “guard” (shamor) it. Our tradition famously teaches that both words were spoken by God in a single utterance: zachor v’shamor b’dibbur echad. Kiddush, the sanctification of Shabbat, blends these themes. When we lift the wine and recite Kiddush, we remember the acts of creation and guard the sanctity of time through ritual and restraint.
Kiddush is more than a pre-dinner ritual. It’s a declaration of values. It reminds us that our worth isn’t measured by productivity, that time can be holy, and that rest is resistance in a world that demands constant motion. This Shabbat, I invite you to listen closely to Kiddush. Let it be more than a recitation; let it be a reset. A recommitment to living with intention, to protecting what is sacred, and to remembering that holiness doesn’t just happen—it’s something we choose to create, together.
Beyond my personal memories, there’s something about the sound of Kiddush that evokes home. Whether it’s sung around a Shabbat table with a full spread or whispered beside a hospital bed with a mini challah and grape juice cup, the words of Kiddush root us. They declare that even when the week spins with demands, there is a sacred pause—an invitation to remember who we are and where we belong.
Parshat Vaetchanan is similarly packed with memory and meaning. After recounting his own plea to enter the Promised Land, Moses pivots to legacy. He repeats the Ten Commandments and delivers the Shema—foundational texts that anchor Jewish identity. It’s a parshah of retelling and reaffirming, of choosing covenant again and again. Amid all this, the holiness of Shabbat is once more commanded: “Guard the Sabbath day and keep it holy, as the Lord your God has commanded you” (Deuteronomy 5:12).
This verse differs subtly from its twin in Exodus, where we are told to “Remember (zachor) the Sabbath day.” Here in Deuteronomy, we are told to “guard” (shamor) it. Our tradition famously teaches that both words were spoken by God in a single utterance: zachor v’shamor b’dibbur echad. Kiddush, the sanctification of Shabbat, blends these themes. When we lift the wine and recite Kiddush, we remember the acts of creation and guard the sanctity of time through ritual and restraint.
Kiddush is more than a pre-dinner ritual. It’s a declaration of values. It reminds us that our worth isn’t measured by productivity, that time can be holy, and that rest is resistance in a world that demands constant motion. This Shabbat, I invite you to listen closely to Kiddush. Let it be more than a recitation; let it be a reset. A recommitment to living with intention, to protecting what is sacred, and to remembering that holiness doesn’t just happen—it’s something we choose to create, together.
