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On Sunday the Rabbi Disappeared

On Sunday the Rabbi Disappeared

With no money or phone, for a few days Rabbi Ilan Feldman slipped off the grid to experience a nomad’s life.

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Rabbi Ilan Feldman, spiritual leader of Congregation Beth Jacob in Atlanta and son of renowned rabbi and author Emanuel Feldman, had always lived in the public eye. What would it be like, he wondered, to shed those personas and slip off the grid?

Then Rabbi Feldman found himself with the opportunity to take several days off. His wife, principal of a Bais Yaakov high school for girls, had graduation coming up and couldn’t leave work. So he had breakfast with a friend, David, a philosophy student who calls himself a curious explorer, to talk about possibilities. “With David’s help I decided to go to an unknown destination with nothing from my past. My whole life I’ve had an identity assigned to me. I wanted to find out how people would relate to me and how I would relate to them if they didn’t know I was a rabbi, a rabbi’s son or that I was Jewish. This to me was the ultimate escape.”

David booked a ticket to a destination that would be revealed to Rabbi Feldman only at the airport. He also provided envelopes with a series of daily challenges to stretch the rabbi’s notion of what he was capable of.

Rabbi Feldman’s wife agreed to the idea on one condition: no hitchhiking.

Rabbi Ilan Feldman

“This took a lot of courage for her,” Rabbi Feldman emphasizes. “Her openness allowed this to happen. Even though she was very worried about my safety, she saw there was great potential here.”

He didn’t take a cell phone or money in his backpack. He took only his tallit, tefillin, a tiny Shulchan Aruch (Code of Jewish Law), a compass to know what direction to face when praying, and a bathing suit in case he ended up sleeping near a river. Rabbi Feldman set up a way for his wife and synagogue staff to communicate with him in case of emergency. He would check his voicemail when he could find a pay phone or borrow a cell phone.

He felt both excited and apprehensive. Where was he going to sleep? What was he going to eat? How was he going to get around? When he arrived at the airport the Sunday after Shavuot, after officiating at a funeral, a wedding and an unveiling, he discovered that he was on his way to Buffalo, New York. Wearing a fisherman’s cap, cargo pants, an Atlanta Falcons T-shirt and a backpack, Rabbi Ilan Feldman disappeared.

Totally Alone

Upon his arrival in Buffalo he felt a tremendous sense of loneliness. No one knew him. The only way to get help would be to approach total strangers. To make matters worse, some Orthodox Jews were deplaning from another flight but he couldn’t reveal his identity and seek their assistance.

“I felt like I was in purgatory, like a soul who can’t communicate with the world.”

Could I sleep on your couch tonight?

From across the terminal two heavily tattooed men called out, “You don’t look like you know where you’re going.”

“Actually I don’t,” Rabbi Feldman replied. “Could I sleep on your couch tonight?”

The strangers deferred. “We’re here to pick up 10 nieces and nephews and don’t have any room in the house. But at least let us give you a couple of bucks.”

Rabbi Feldman relied on the courtesy of another stranger by borrowing her cell phone to call his wife and let her know where he was. Then the stranger provided $6 for him to buy himself dinner.

A bus dispatcher directed him to a park where he could sleep and be safe. Nearby Rabbi Feldman saw a lake house all lit up. He opted to bunk down on the porch but first had to recite Maariv, the evening prayer. “I felt like our forefather Jacob who was all alone in the dark and penniless. Jacob was the one who established the Maariv service.”

The rabbi opened his eyes and saw something hanging off a tree. It was an abandoned leather jacket. He wondered how many jackets were hanging on trees in the entire world at that moment. He put on the jacket, looked up and said, “Thank You,” feeling swaddled by God. Then he went to sleep.

Rabbi Feldman with Rabbi Yisrael Meir Lau

Awoken in the pre-dawn hours by a couple walking around the lake, he found himself desperately longing to connect to civilization. He walked to a gas station and bought a cup of coffee, then went to a nearby restaurant and offered to clean and vacuum for only $1 an hour. The restaurant crew said they didn’t have authorization to hire him.

At the sound of birds chirping, the rabbi realized it was almost sunrise. He turned to go wash his hands in the lake and say the morning prayers when a restaurant worker with a white kerchief ran toward him. “Sir, we took up a collection in the restaurant for you,” and presented him with $12. With money in his pocket, he went to Starbucks to buy himself a cup of coffee. As he sat on a bench a gang war broke out around him. Fortunately both groups were ignoring the incognito rabbi. Meanwhile, he was asking himself, “What are you doing here? This is crazy.”

Even though he remained anonymous, he still felt shame asking people he’d never see again for help.

Throughout the trip he was buoyed by the kindness of strangers, with rides, food and conversation. Even though he remained anonymous, he still felt shame asking people he’d never see again for help.

He accomplished many of the challenges David had laid for him, from walking barefoot in the rain to having conversations with people who followed a different religion and to learn from them a song about God.

“I discovered that you can have total joy in some of the weirdest circumstances,” Rabbi Feldman said. “It all depends on how you frame it.”

His experiences provided a different lens for viewing abundance. A cabbie tipped him off about a free food fair where the rabbi found fruit and kosher cereal among the offerings.

"I was just amazed. I didn’t look hungry. I wasn’t expressing hunger. Out of nowhere the guy said there’s free food below the passenger level. It was an Amtrak health fair. I felt once again Hashem was directing me to what I needed, even though I didn’t in any way take any actions to get there,” he reflects.

“To me it spoke about abundance. There are different ways God can feed you, not always the way you think.”

His willingness to engage with a cross-section of humanity paved the way for random acts of kindness and miracles, such as spotting a leather jacket hanging in a tree overhead on a cold night. Or bumping into a Sephardic Jew at a gas station fast-food restaurant where the rabbi had gone to ask for directions in a desolate area on a New York State highway and helping the man decide to stop eating the non-kosher food there.

Another miracle occurred on Wednesday night when David’s challenge to him was to sleep in a homeless shelter. Due to train delays, Rabbi Feldman arrived in Boston three hours late, past the check-in time for a homeless shelter. The rabbi went to Amtrak offices in the bowels of the station to complain. The employee insisted on calling a cab and paying the driver to take Rabbi Feldman across town through a driving rainstorm to a YMCA men’s shelter with a cot, a little table, a communal bathroom and breakfast the next morning.

Making Room for God

Upon his return to Atlanta, Rabbi Feldman shed his anonymous persona, donned his familiar rabbinic garb and arrived just in time to attend the girls’ high school graduation as the principal’s husband. But he would never be the same person again.

Instead of playing so cautiously and not allowing much opportunity for wonder or surprise, he stretches his limits more frequently. “I want to set worthy goals that require discovering new things about myself.”

The only thing I cared about was getting food in my stomach or getting a place to sleep or resting or getting somewhere.

He developed more compassion towards homeless people. “Sometimes I’ve had questions about people, like why don’t they just do something to further themselves. I realized when you are homeless you are totally in survival mode. After being homeless artificially for one day, the only thing I cared about was getting food in my stomach or getting a place to sleep or resting or getting somewhere. I became preoccupied with immediate needs. When a person is fighting for survival, physically or psychologically, they can’t contemplate long-term goals.”

“I realized that I don’t need to plan every single thing and try to control every detail,” Rabbi Feldman said. “Make room for Hashem. Give Him the chance to do His miracles. Take responsibility for yourself, but also leave yourself open. Take chances even when you don’t know how it’s going to work out.”

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Visitor Comments: 5

(4) Eli Willner, August 17, 2017 9:32 PM

opportunity squandered

Many great men of previous generations, including the Vilna Gaon, shed their identities and moved, as paupers, among common Jews, for a variety of reasons. I can see the benefit of a Rabbi doing that. But to move anonymously among non-Jews? What's the point? (Not mention, what's the justification for giving up on tefilla b'tzibur, etc.)

(3) Joanne, August 17, 2017 5:19 PM

Inspiring!

As Elul is coming up, I am working on some of my bad habits and attitudes. I found Rabbi Feldman's incognito trip inspiring in his ability to stretch himself, doing things he had never done before, and letting Hashem take care of the details. This is something I believe in, but need to put into practice more. Also needed: more kindness to strangers, and to stop making inane assumptions,

(2) Anonymous, August 17, 2017 1:37 PM

No. Just no.

I'm writing this as an adventurous person and shomer mitzvot Jew who often interacts with strangers in many odd settings in remote places. I found this article to be strange and extremely disturbing. It was pretentious. It was dishonest. Rabbi Feldman, you need to get out more, but you don't need a disguise nor do you need to "pretend" to be anyone but yourself. You can still experience kindness from strangers, the realization of dependence, gratitude, and deeper meaning without all the fakery. If you go to a rural area, no one will "recognize" that you are a rabbi even based on your "rabbinical" clothing (they probably have never met a Jew in their life). Perhaps you think this was a revolutionary thing for you to do, but honestly it seems kind of dumb and overly self conscious - and self-absorbed. Imagine the people who helped you now reading that they were "fooled," and how they must feel.(You never know who reads aish.com, stranger things have happened...) You took advantage of their naivete (thankfully their spirits were generous - and genuine) which could be a borderline chillul HaShem. Sorry but this was something you should have kept to yourself, or maybe have done differently. Lots of exaggerated drama here -- for goodness' sake, it's not like this lasted for weeks.

(1) Alan S., August 13, 2017 11:17 PM

The grass is always greener on the other side.

This reminds me of the Mel Brook's movie Life Stinks, or a set up for a new 'dare for charity', such as the ice bucket challenge, or an old 50's TV show like Queen for the Day, where the contestants try to change their lives.

I read and re-read the first few paragraphs to glean a cogent reason as to why this was done, but I still do not fully understand what this was meant to accomplish.

It is only in 'fantasy land' that a person can try to change their lives, even if it is only a few days.

Ra'anan, August 18, 2017 6:32 AM

you're right, he doesn't...

state his rationale, other than curiosity, but...this form of self-exile sheds huge aspects of ego & allows one to appreciate humanity from the bottom up.

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