A SIMCHAT TORAH STORY
The large synagogue is richly illuminated. Each electric light brings out the presence of an empty seat.
This is Simchat Torah Eve. Our forefathers for hundreds of years have rejoiced at being privileged to carry with them the Torah handed to Moses on Mt. Sinai.
Our people in the diaspora always celebrate Simchat Torah, after the prayers on Rosh Hashanah to be inscribed in the book of life and the day of Yom Kippur when we ask forgiveness for our transgressions.
This evening the seats are not occupied as in the days “when even a fish trembles in the waters” and not even as in the days of Succot.
Simon Wolff, who has made his living all these years as a customer peddler, sitting now facing east, at the right of the Ark, is chanting the prayer, “And let our eyes behold Thy return in mercy to Zion.” Abraham Bin, grocer of the neighborhood, sits at the left of the east wall. He is chanting the prayer, “Lead us with exultation into Zion, Thy city, and unto Jerusalem, the place of Thy sanctuary, with everlasting joy.”
Outside of Rabbi Merkin, spiritual leader of the congregation, Bin and Wolff and another half dozen are the only worshippers this evening—the only ones who have come to rejoice with the Torah.
High holidays
The shamash, Berrel Mink, standing on the bimah, tired from days of toil and labor through the high holidays, observes the small congregation with a melancholy eye. He thinks to himself, if only those who tried to get in without tickets during the high holidays would have come tonight!
Very shortly the Torah will be taken from the Ark and there are not enough men in the synagogue to call to the altar to divide the honors.
He remembers when the synagogue was filled to its capacity on Simchat Torah; when fathers with their children danced as our fathers have done for centuries before.
Very few fathers are here this evening, and still fewer children. Most of them have grown up and moved to others parts of the city. Some of them have joined temples and some conservative synagogues. The more considerate sons and daughters made pilgrimages to these old parents on the high holidays. They came here to please Pa and Ma.