10/18/2026
The sermon delivered by Rabbi Eric Berk on Rosh Hashanah Morning, Sept. 12, 2026. In which he shares that he’s been thinking a lot about hope. Hoping for better days, with regard to Israel and their internal and persistant political challenges to work through as well as, of course, the external and persistent threat to their existence; and equally hoping for much better days for Jews in our country and around the world, we who are facing the highest measured levels of antisemitism in generations.
In his words:
I was once asked, many years ago: “So, you’re Jewish?” My answer: “Hopefully.” At the time I was joking but also meant it in a more serious, and subversive, way: undermining what might or might have been lurking beneath the surface of that question, “So, you’re Jewish?”
In one sense, I was expressing: “I sure hope I’m Jewish! That’s how I’ve been living my life, so I hope I’m Jewish because that’s the life I’ve been living!” In another sense, I was also expressing: “I hope I’m Jewish, because it’s good to be Jewish.” And in another sense, I was also expressing – although, admittedly, at the time this wasn’t in the forefront of my mind but probably buried somewhere in my subconscious: “I hope I’m Jewish… enough. I hope I’m Jewish enough, in the right ways.” But if I were to answer the question today, I would mean it this way, too: “Am I Jewish? Hopefully. I am Jewish, with hope.”
How often does it seem that, looking ahead, we doubt our ability to go forward. And yet, once we have, we look back and see that yes indeed, we did move forward! Sometimes we cannot envision or imagine getting through something, until, having gotten through it, we look back and see that yes, we did it, we did get through it, we did survive it, we even succeeded in spite of our fear of failure.
What had once been unimaginable becomes our present and then, just as quickly as it came upon us, it becomes a memory. And as we reminisce we are amazed, delighted, astounded…and then it is on to the next challenge. And the next. And the next. And very soon we’re living a life that is full of accomplishment and success and disappointment and failure and we are alive and living. We keep going, with not a small amount of hope to push us forward.
That is what it means to live a life: to not only succeed but to also fail… and yet we must also learn from our failures in order to coax meaning and nurture gratitude out of life and our choices. Meaning and gratitude lead to hope. Finding hope is good and embracing hope is even better. And when hope is a struggle, it remains our task to find the smallest amount of hope and then embrace it, to hold tight to it, in spite of it all or because of it all.
You and I, we know this; I know that you know this. Maybe it was our own health struggles: yours, mine, certainly, maybe, maybe certainly, it was the health struggles of your loved one.