Today is one of those days that I miss my kids.  I really miss my kids.  Because today was the day we’d take off and have a picnic.  On the National Mall. At Mount Vernon.  At McIntyre Park.  Because today is Lag B’Omer.   A pretty functional name for the holiday, since it means the 33rd day.   The 33rd day between Pesach and Shvuot.

Way back when, when the Great Temple was around, we Jews used to bring daily offerings of barley to the Temple.  (The reason we count the 50 days from Passover because we are waiting to receive the 10 commandments and the Tora- that is what happens on Shvuot.)

I have celebrating this special occasion (it’s not really a holiday) since I was 5 years old. (Maybe, earlier, but that is the first time I remember doing so.)

You see, way back to the time that Jesus was traveling about the land of Israel, another famous rabbi was around. His name was Rabbi Akiva. And during the Roman occupation, his students were all dying after they had celebrated the holiday of Pesach. But, the 24000 deaths ceased on this day, the 33rd day. So, naturally, it became a day of celebration.

Even today, we Jews follow special rules during first 32 days after Passover.  These days comprise a period where Jews cannot marry, cannot have voluntary celebrations, and where cutting one’s hair is forbidden. (Yes, I am getting my hair cut today, too.  Stop telling me I look like a shaggy dog.)

To celebrate this day,  we have picnics. And, when I was younger, my fellow students and I had outings at the Hempstead Lake State Park- complete with color wars. It was a celebration that I made sure my kids enjoyed as well.  A day to just relax, celebrate, learn, and enjoy the day with fantastic food.

The omer (the counting of the days) is to help us get ready for Shvuot. While Passover is the celebration of our freedom, the 50th day is the day the Supreme Being gave us the Tora. A set of rules and mores to which we should adhere. The alternative name of Shvuot is “the time of Receiving the Tora”.

Unfortunately, Shvuot is among the least celebrated of holidays, even though it is one of the 6 mentioned in the bible. (The important ones, the Festivals, are Pesach (Freedom), Shvuot (Tora), and Sukkot (Harvest, the Festival of Booths). Plus the holy days, Rosh Hashana (New Year) and Yom Kipur (Day of Atonement). And, the minor holiday of Rosh Chodesh (for each of the new moons, or the beginning of the month), a holiday for women.]

Shvuot is the bookend to Pesach. After all, what is freedom without a code of law to which citizens should adhere? Complete lawlessness would not afford one freedom- because a lawless society involves the tyranny of the weak and less strong.

The basic issue is to balance freedom and the law, human rights and order. Freedom is what the Passover holiday commemorates. Leading a life with purpose, leaving the world a better place each and every day (tikun olam)- that’s Shvuout.

The rabbis surmised that this plague, this series of deaths during the Omer period, resulted because while the Romans were oppressing us, while they were trying to annihilate us, we did not treat one other with respect and instead harassed one another.  This intolerance – of one of us for another- was unacceptable.  (Do you see the parallels in the American political discourse?   Baltimore?  Ferguson? Trump?)

And, the 33rd day between them affords us a celebration of life. A time to remember that we are all humans and must respect one another and treat each properly.  Which is why it has become a celebration of fun and family frolic. A day to stop mourning the dying and celebrating the living- with full and utter respect.

So, come on, join me on this glorious day. Let’s all have a picnic!

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