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Jews & Birthdays

Jews & Birthdays

Why I won’t be celebrating my birthday.


Next week is my birthday, but I won’t be celebrating.

It’s not because I’m not sentimental. And it’s definitely not because I don’t like parties.

It’s because a few years ago I noticed something remarkable in the Torah that made me rethink the whole idea of giving special significance to the day I was born.

There’s only one time in the entire Bible that we read about a birthday party. The guest of honor, who in all probability planned it for himself? Pharaoh, the king of Egypt, whose birthday bash we read about in the book of Genesis.

Aside from this non-Jewish leader, whose lifestyle certainly doesn’t deserve to be emulated by us, there isn’t a single mention of a birthday celebration by any one of our people.

Why the strange neglect of what we would think is a significant day worthy of celebrating and rejoicing? Another occasion that Jews do celebrate yields an answer.

On the anniversary of the day of death of a loved one, the yahrzeit, it is our custom to share food and drink with others. It is then, with the passage of time, that we can reflect upon all that was accomplished by our departed as well as the legacy of their achievements. We have a right – as well as an obligation – to celebrate a life that we can now in retrospect acknowledge as having been well lived.

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But birthdays link us only to the day of birth. When we are born, we have as yet accomplished nothing. We have no more than potential, alive to face the challenges that will confront us but with no assurance that we will overcome them successfully.

“God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.”

Birthdays don’t really deserve applause because they commemorate nothing more than our first appearance on the stage of life. Voltaire put it well when he wrote, “God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.” How we play our role is the great test of our character.

The 18th century rabbinic giant, Rabbi Moshe Sofer, known by the name of his major work as the Chatam Sofer, resolved a fascinating question by way of this insight.

The Talmud teaches that truly holy people die on their birthday. The rationale given for this seemingly harsh linkage is in fact to acknowledge a divinely decreed blessing. Righteous people are granted the gift of complete years. Whatever their lifespan, they live it out to the very last day.

It is a beautiful thought but the Chatam Sofer wonders how such a tradition could be maintained in the face of the knowledge that many saintly figures of the past did in fact not die on their birthday. Would that disqualify them from consideration as truly righteous in our eyes?

Of course not, says the Chatam Sofer. Many many pious people did in fact die on their birthday – we’re just mislabeling what day is in fact their birthday. The righteous will die on the very day that they became righteous – the day in which they first demonstrated their holiness, the day in which they confirmed the kind of saintly behavior that elevated them above others. That is the day in which they were truly born. And that is the day on which in fact they would pass on to the next world to be rewarded for their greatness.

Every one of us has more than one birthday. The first is of course purely biological. That moment gave joy to our parents, but we really have no right to make any personal claims on its significance. We were born – but it remains for us to prove by the way we subsequently live our lives that that deserves rejoicing.

It is the other “birthdays” we have that deserve recognition.

The day I first learned to read the Alef-Bet, as my father wrote the Hebrew letters on a slate in honey, taught me how to pronounce them, and then allowed me to lick the sweetness of their forms and to absorb God’s script into my soul – that was the day I was born into Jewish consciousness.

The day I received my rabbinic ordination, my Smichah, was the day I was born to begin my life in the service of God and to devote all my energies to the benefit of our people.

The day I married was the day that, in the eyes of Jewish tradition, I became a complete person – until then being unfulfilled without my divinely designated helpmate.

The four days on which I was blessed with the arrival of each one of my children allowed me the joy of knowing that I would be able to pass on the legacy of our ancestors to a new generation I had a role in creating – and nine grandchildren that followed were a beautiful frosting on the cake God was kind enough to bless me with.

The World from a Spiritual PerspectiveSo why celebrate my own birthday – a day I had nothing to do with personally – when I have so many other major moments in life that far more deserve to be celebrated?

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Visitor Comments: 86

(81) Arona, August 16, 2016 6:10 PM

Celebrating yourself is ok too

Don't we celebrate Moshe Rabbeinu's birthday as a birthday? And don't we also say on Rosh Hashana "Hayom Harat Olam" - Today is the birthday of the world? I think there's a difference between being selfish and egotistical, versus self care and having a day to celebrate yourself. Taking a day to celebrate yourself is perfectly fine and normal and even healthy. Just make sure to thank your mother on your birthday for all her hard work.

(80) meyer garber, April 11, 2016 5:09 AM

A beautiful essay; may I ask 2 questions in "Comments" ?

1) Could Rabbi Blech cite some times in the Bible and Torah were deaths are commemorated?
2) An important, or at least customary part of Yahrzeits in my family is the burning of the Yahrzeit candle. May I ask why this is not mentioned in the essay?
Thank you Rabbi []

(79) Devorah, March 24, 2016 1:24 AM

Judaism and Birthdays

I was raised in a very strict Hasidic Home. I never learned to be a "Princess" nor did I learn to be more important than the man who raised me. Nor more important than HaShem. I never celebrated Birthdays. I never learned of a birthday party until I went into Foster Care at the age of 4. It was all bizarre to me that someone was more important than their guests. I knew I was loved, and I knew the strong sense of family. I was good. I wouldn't change a thing. It was perfect. Ego was not tolerated in our home. I never truly had an ego. Beautiful article and you did a fine job,

(78) Neicee, March 9, 2016 8:28 PM

It's not just another day...

The older I get the more I enjoy spending it alone and in contemplation. Actually, I enjoy it for a month. I don't expect others to give up their time to help me. I don't want gifts from others because I have enough. I've been so blessed by our Father. Sometimes dinner is great but then some poor devil spends money or resources on a gift that they need at home. It always makes me want to cry. So, I've started inviting them for lunch because I want to celebrate with a note to give something to charity if they feel the need. They don't have to though.

(77) Tzvi M., December 18, 2015 7:20 AM

Long Live HaRav Benjamin Blech SHLITA- Mentor, Rebbe, & Hero- Ad Meah V'Esrim. We Salute You!! May Moshiach arrive speedily- in your merit.

Your Talmid,

Tzvi M.

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