I want to apologize to the congregation. You didn’t know when you got a northern rabbi, you would also be getting the northern weather.
In the meanwhile, have my relatives from up north told you that Marietta is infamous? First, my aunt called; then my grandparents. Why were there so many reporters on The Weather Channel calling in from Marietta? Sub-zero temperatures? Were we caught off-guard, starving and freezing, with no food or heat at home?
Perhaps, like me, you’ve also noticed that Jews have a hereditary neurosis that always assumes the worst is happening. I remember learning in my first week of college Yiddish that there a half a dozen ways Jews can respond to the question: “how are you?” But remarkably, none of them amount to “I am doing great!” When we are well, we say, altz iz in ordingung, which essentially translates to, “everything is normal.” Or, more popularly, one could also remark “it could always be a little worse.”
As I write this eblast from the comfortable heat of my dining room while drinking a cream soda, I can’t help but reflect on how even during the “Great Blizzard of 2018,” altz iz in ordingung. Thanks to the snow, this week, I was able to spend quality time with my children. Together, we watched the Atlanta based Jewish reporter on The Weather Channel (“did I know her?”, my relatives wanted to know) “on location,” which was probably just her calling in from her East Cobb backyard. Yes, it was cold outside, but there was plenty of food and electricity for all.
I’d say that we "were doing great!", but I realize that wouldn’t quite be the Jewish thing to do. So instead, I’ll just remind everyone that sometimes we forget that it really could be a little worse.