Overcoming Obstacles to Become a Teacher of Torah

I confess: The Rabbis terrify me.

Because when I read between the lines of their rulings,

I am reminded of my own mastery.

That I am here.

Alive. Breathing life into my own verses.

And all the while, reading the ancient language to make sense of theirs.

I was never supposed to stumble across their words… or even my own.

But through the accident of birth and the collision between my living and being,

I find myself the recipient of something I was never supposed to reach.

But through my own willing, cleaving, and searching,

I have wrapped my struggle around myself like the embrace of the .

As if to say,

“Yes. I am deserving.“

Of the learning.

The blessing of the teaching.

And the honor it is to teach.

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