When it comes to ghosts, Hamlet has his father, Sleepy Hollow has the Headless Horseman and the Jews…we have Fruma Sarah. Haunting the Fiddler on the Roof universe, Fruma Sarah is the deceased wife of the butcher Lazar Wolf. Pious Dairyman Tevye fabricates a nightmare involving Fruma Sarah to convince his wife Golde that their daughter should not marry Lazar Wolf. Fruma Sarah, as a viral tweet puts it, “shows up for one scene, traumatizes the audience, and leaves…[she’s] iconic, truly.”
Jews don’t believe in ghosts. Or at least Torah tells us to not to. Exodus and Deuteronomy tell us you shouldn’t promote witchcraft, psychics, or those who call upon the dead. And yet, despite these dicta, Jewish lore is full of ghost stories. In the Bible, the prophet Samuel’s ghost appears to King Saul. The Talmud has stories of cemetery spirits in conversation around their graves. General Jewish folklore even has deceased souls that attach themselves to the bodies of living people - they’re called dybbuks.
Across cultures, and through time and space, ghosts have haunted the human imagination. They’re entertaining - making for exhilarating storytelling. Ghosts also serve as a way to make sense of eerie sensations and unexplained occurrences.
More poignantly, though, I believe the notion of ghosts reveals something deeper about how we view our lives…or more accurately, our deaths. Ghosts point to a genuine human desire: we want to believe that a “soul” endures after the body dies. We want to believe that even when a physical life has run its course, there is the possibility of more - that death is not the final word. The soul, in some way, lives on eternally.
If this is the case, it would mean that the lives we live and the people we became are not simply erased when we die. It combats the human concern that, to borrow from Ecclesiastes, life is “utter futility.”
But is the “soul” real or is it just a hopeful figment of our imagination? Well, perhaps the words “soul” and “ghost” are distracting. Afterall, they conjure images of translucent spectres caught in bedsheets rattling chains.
To speak of the soul to speak of our consciousness; that is, the full expression and awareness of one’s unique self.
But then what is consciousness, exactly? Scientists would define consciousness as “the state of being awake and aware of one's surroundings, thoughts, feelings, and own existence.”
We know the brain processes associated with consciousness, but science lacks a solid explanation for how each individual comes to have a subjective experience of that consciousness. Simply put: we can observe the brain at work, but we still cannot fully explain the experience of being a self. This mystery is where the concept of a “soul” begins.
Rabbi Ralph Mecklenburger reasons that “[the] soul is the collective metaphor for the aspects of our consciousness that we subjectively feel are the essence of our humanity…it is a convenient shorthand for our love, our creativity, our aesthetic capacity, for our apprehension of truth and justice, as well as for the opposites of all this…[it is] the metaphor for our yearning, our exaltation, our suffering and for our faith…”.
Unfortunately, the “bitter pill to swallow,” Mecklenberger concludes, is that “…the brain is an organ of the body, and our consciousness is one of its functions. So when the brain ceases to function, the soul disappears…[the] soul was the life that the body had and would eventually lose at death.”
Yeah…if what he says is true, that is a tough pill to swallow. It would mean that despite all the beautiful reflections of the poets and philosophers, the soul becomes inaccessible, irrelevant even, after we die. The “soul,” as Mecklenburger sees it, is just an emotional reaction to living.
Now, on the one hand, some may find this idea of the soul comforting. It can be daunting to think that we are stuck with ourselves for more than our lifespan. Some of us want the end to just be, well, the end.
And on the other hand, it can be tremendously comforting to believe in a soul, particularly in the face of the unknowable void of death. In a lifetime, we develop into such complex thinkers and feelers, it stands to reason that some shadow, echo or residue of our being could persist after a body’s death.
Furthermore, given the depth of human relationships and the pain of separation brought by a loved one’s death, it can calm the heart to think that our beloveds exist somewhere else, in some form, waiting to reunite with us - that not only our souls, but our relationships are eternal.
At the end of the day, it all comes down to faith, because no one actually knows.
Do I believe in the existence of a soul? I don’t think it hurts. Honestly, I think it would be chutzpadik of us humans to think that we know and understand the full totality of "existence." Humility comes in recognizing that reality may be bigger than what we can see, hear, measure, or explain.
I also think that we weave such beautiful webs with our lives that some element of that work must remain, even when blown away by the terminating gust of death.
Jewish tradition, while not definitive on the subject, remains open to there being a cosmic imprint of a person who has departed. You could think of it as a shadow left in the physical world from the bright exposure of a person’s life. Or you could look at it as a person’s impact remaining in this world in the form of memory and inspiration.
Ultimately, Judaism holds true something science can neither prove nor disprove: that in the absence of any real understanding of our subjective consciousness and what happens to us after we die, believing in the concept of a “soul” adds an urgency to how we live. It provides a concrete purpose to our existence.
Jewishly speaking, the work of the soul is to take the life we have been given and, as Rabbi Delphine Horvilleur understands it, “transform life into destiny.” The soul is what takes us from existing to living.
Tradition holds that the soul is an animating, generative force in every living being and that it comes from a pure, Divine source. Judaism has three related words that describe this force, each with a different connotation. First, there’s ruach, the animated spirit of God that resides in and around each human life. Then there’s nefesh, which means living being. A nefesh then contains a neshama, the closest Hebrew word to “soul.”
These concepts come together in Genesis 2 where the ruach elohim, the spirit of God, breathes life into the first human being. The Divine life-spirit enters the human body through the nostrils. God breathes in נִשְׁמַת חַיִּים, the soul of life, וַיְהִי הָאָדָם לְנֶפֶשׁ חַיָּה, and the human becomes a living being.
This moment is recreated with every baby born. As breath enters the body, the child becomes animated with life away from the womb. And then on the other end of the lifecycle, when breath has ceased, the spirit no longer animates the body and we die.
But that doesn’t mean the spirit itself has died. Just as matter is neither created nor destroyed, the soul, Jewishly speaking, is a force neither created or destroyed, just transformed - ebbing from and to a central source.
Judaism is most concerned, therefore, with what we do with our living soul while we have consciousness of it. Think of us as energy generators. Torah’s laws and customs program us to function in a way that will electrify the world. Jewish tradition motivates us to generate holy light that illuminates now and will sustain the world long after our consciousness and breath leaves our bodies. The machine - the body - only works for so long, but the energy it generates can exist long after the machine has been retired.
Now, when I say energy, I don’t only mean things you’ve built, dissertations you’ve written, or other material by-products. Energy can also mean the love and inspiration we leave as a legacy in our loved ones and our communities.
Mecklenberger offers: “There is an element of self-transcendence when we devote ourselves to groups and activities that are larger than ourselves. This is a less self-centered notion of immortality. Our souls themselves do not go on, but much that most profoundly concerned and motivated them does.” In short: the soul is the way our lives become part of other lives, either directly or indirectly. It is not something we possess, but it is something we pass on.
Who does it pass on to? The people we love, of course. But we can think broader as well. Our souls are connected “to groups and activities larger than ourselves.” That's our physical and spiritual communities, our neighborhoods and networks.
No individual soul has never existed entirely on its own. Every human is born into a story already in progress. We are part of a collective consciousness - that’s shared memory, a shared set of obligations, and shared aspirations that evolve. Which brings us to another word Jews use all the time but also have a hard time defining: peoplehood.
Peoplehood points to religious, ethnic, and cultural identity. It is perhaps the most authentic way to describe Judaism. However, the Enlightenment and early Reform movement pushed back against this idea, arguing that Judaism is just a religion - a shared set of theological beliefs and practices.
But Judaism has always been more than a religion. You can feel it. It’s tribal. It’s cultural. It's at times nationalistic. It’s all these things and more: a living, breathing amalgam of souls…past, present and future.
Author Dara Horn summed it up brilliantly when she said, “Are Jews a religion? Are Jews a race? Are Jews a nationality? There's an answer to this, and it's simple. It's not a complicated answer, it's just old. Jews predate every single one of those categories. Jews are a type of group that was common in the ancient Near East, very uncommon today: a joinable tribal group with a shared history, homeland, and culture. That was a [whole] sentence in English! In Hebrew it's one word that's two letters long: am. Jews are Am Yisrael,” the people of Israel.
To be an am is to be an individual bound up with others, taking a shared history and applying it to present and future living. Rabbi Joseph Soloveitchik speaks of how Jews are a community of shared fate - that is, people bound together by shared history and circumstance - as well as a community of shared destiny - united by a common vision and ideals for the future. An am is a group with a collective consciousness, a communal soul.
As an aside, I believe it important to note that this includes anyone who loves, supports, and participates in Jewish peoplehood, that’s people who are formally Jewish, and those who are not. As far as I’m concerned, all of these are part of the am, the people.
Jewish peoplehood means we are bound to one another by layer upon layer of shared memory, history, place, practice, story, and aspiration. Some of those connections are chosen; others are inherited or even forced. Some are joyful; others are painful. But together they create something remarkably thick: a sense of belonging that can stretch across centuries, continents, and generations. We are connected to people we never met, and responsible to people who do not yet exist. Hence our Torah reading this morning: “I make this covenant, with its sanctions, not with you alone, but both with those who are standing here with us this day before the ETERNAL our God and with those who are not with us here this day” (Deut 29: 9-14).
Peoplehood is the woven flag of Jewishness, stitching together religion, family, culture, and pride into a unique tapestry. It is an emblem of honor.
And sometimes it makes you a pariah. Or a target.
Being bound together across time and space, we inherit it all: the joys and the oys. Their stories are our stories. Their fears are our fears. When our people are wounded, sick or behave badly, we feel distress.
You don’t need me to tell you that today, our communal soul is in pain, and that we are haunted by the trauma of the past as well as the external and internal threats to our safety and cohesion today. Jews and Jewishness are in the headlines, in ways that are deeply uncomfortable.
It turns out some ghosts are real. These are, in the words of Horvilleur, “restless apparitions from our personal, family, or collective histories…”.
“Such ghosts,” she says, “have always existed in families, but sometimes historical events multiply their number. War tends to create a great many of them. In Jewish families in particular, ghosts live for a long time and in excellent health, well-nourished on stories rich in trauma, ideal for their development.”
Antisemitism is one such ghost. Since the dawn of our people, this ghost has been lurking in the walls with a consistent rattle, habitually bursting out in full blown terror. It’s deceptive and disorienting. It makes us question our surroundings and our relationships. Sometimes we wonder if we’re crazy, if we’re imagining things, and yet a litany of occurrences show us the haunting is very real.
On October 7, for example, our generational fears were proved real. It was a gruesome day of horror. The faces of the murdered and the cries of the hostages joined with the generations of our people’s martyrs, whose memories rest within our own souls.
October 7 then gave birth to new ghosts: the war in Gaza and the expanding settler violence in the West Bank. We are haunted by the injustices propagated by our own people. The ghosts of our people’s own moral failures are the most difficult to contend with.
This is the deepest meaning of peoplehood: not simply that we share a past, but that we inherit the responsibility of determining where we go in the future.
How we take on this responsibility matters greatly - which brings us to Yom Kippur.
There is a major difference between modern “cancel culture” and the way Yom Kippur asks us to take responsibility for our individual and communal souls.
Yom Kippur does not ask us to exorcise our ghosts—to banish the people, histories, and parts of ourselves that make us uncomfortable. It tells us to face them; to take responsibility, and to stay in relationship long enough to imagine what might be different - together. It is not a culture of calling people out; it is a culture of calling one another in—to conversation, to accountability, and ultimately, to teshuvah.
Peoplehood asks us to care not only about the kind of people we are, but about the kind of people we are becoming together. This cannot be achieved by walking away or cutting off part of the am, even when it might be popular, or easier, to do so.
Yom Kippur centers around vidui, confession. Notice that we do not confess as individuals alone. We stand together and say: ashamnu, bagadnu, gazalnu—we have sinned, we have betrayed, we have stolen. We take responsibility not only for what our own hands have done, but for the world we are collectively creating.
This is the time to look honestly at ourselves, and at what we have inherited—the beauty and the brokenness, the trauma and the triumph—and then to ask the quintessential question of teshuvah: What will we do differently now?
As individuals, this means remembering the purity of our souls. It is knowing that we come from an eternal and sacred lifesource, which means we are capable, and obligated, to use our lives to generate as much goodness as possible.
As a community, this means remembering that we have a responsibility to and for our people. We inherit not only their stories and traditions, but also their mistakes and unfinished work. We cannot choose which parts of our history belong to us. But we can choose what we do with what we inherit. We can preserve what is worthy of preserving, challenge what needs to change, and, through conversation and commitment, forge a new future together.
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The Talmud makes a startling claim about our forefather Jacob. Some rabbis say that: “Jacob our father did not die.” (Ta’anit 5b). “Of course he died,” other rabbis retort. “He was mourned, buried, and returned to the earth. It’s right there in the Torah!” So then what could the first group possibly mean by, “Jacob never died?”
They are pointing toward a different kind of immortality. Yes, Jacob’s individual life ended. His body died. But Yisrael—the name he received, and the people who descended from him—continued. His soul, in a sense, became woven into the soul of the people. The people Israel. Am Yisrael.
Perhaps this is what Judaism means by having an immortal soul. Not that an individual life goes on forever, but that what is most sacred in us does not have to end with us. A soul can become part of another soul. A life can become part of a people. What we inherit from those who came before us can be transformed by the lives we live, and then passed on to those who come after us.
On this Yom Kippur, may we carry forward the wisdom and resilience of those who came before us. May we remember that we are not separate souls moving through the world alone, but rather bursts of the same Divine breath—connected to one another, connected across generations, and connected to the Source from which we all come.
May we have the courage to face the ghosts that follow us: the fears we have inherited, the wounds we carry, and the injustices we have caused or allowed. May we neither be ruled by them nor pretend they are not there. Instead, may we have the wisdom to learn from them, the courage to name what must change, and the humility to recognize where we have more work to do. Let us do that work individually and together, never abandoning or purposefully hurting one another in pursuit of those goals.
And when our own lives eventually end, may we trust that this is not the end of the story. May our souls continue in the people we have loved, the communities we have strengthened, the values we have lived, and the generations we have helped shape.
In the year 5787, let us transform life into destiny! And may the Divine breath that animates each of us continue to move through us, through our people, and into the future. Amen.
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