At the opening of the High Holy Day prayer services there is a traditional prayer leader’s confession, Hineni which, in essence, is the prayer leader proclaiming their unworthiness to lead the congregation in prayer and asking God not to hold the community responsible for the leader’s shortcomings. I understand its original intent, but it has never been something that I have felt comfortable saying. I think it was meant as an ego check-in – certainly an important thing to do. But, over the years, it has become a moment that has sometimes been accompanied with great cantorial flourish – a performative moment that I have felt expresses the opposite.
I usually begin each of the holy days with an invitation to the congregation to travel through the prayer service in any way that enables them to make it a meaningful experience – to not feel obligated to read along with everything that I am doing; to choose readings to sit with longer, to close their eyes and meditate, to go for a walk and return. Even though my soloists and I have woven together liturgy and music with intention and the hope of creating a vessel for meaningful prayer, I have to create something that I believe will touch upon things that many different kinds of people appreciate and, therefore, is likely to lack something for everyone too. And so we all have to be responsible for our own prayer experience, and for our own shortcomings and sins.
Until now I have struggled with what to do with the Hineni prayer. Perhaps my feelings about it have been colored by the old joke:
During one service in a wealthy synagogue, the rabbi got carried away. Falling on hands and knees, forehead to floor, he said, “Oh God, before thee I am nothing.”The Cantor, not to be outdone, also got down, forehead to wood and said, “Oh God, before thee I am nothing.” Seeing this, Levy, a tailor in the fourth row, left his seat, fell to his knees, forehead to floor and he too, said “Oh God, before thee I am nothing.” With this, the Cantor elbowed the rabbi and sniffed: “Look who thinks he’s nothing!”
On the High Holy Days we are all meant to enter into this time of deep introspection and communal reflection as equals. There is no difference between one congregant and another, or between clergy and congregant. This year I have a Hineni that I feel able to read, and one that I will be able to invite each and every person in my congregation to read – each of us quietly to ourselves, as we prepare to enter into the ritual vessel that we are creating together with mindfulness:
Here I am,
