We've had some pretty diverse groups visit the museum. For example, last week, we had one tour which combined two groups from Monsey - a group of Chassidishe yeshivah students, and a group of Christian African-American girls from a Ramapo high school on an exchange program. That made for a pretty interesting combination! We've also had groups of Bible scholars from Ireland, Nigeria, and Tibet.
But today's group was perhaps our most fascinating group yet. It was forty-two elementary school children from the Anglican International School Jerusalem. This is a multinational school that has many children from families of diplomats and other foreigners temporarily living in Israel. The language of instruction is English, and so, for a change, I led the tour myself instead of having one of our usual children's guides.
One of the themes of the museum is about how the animals of the Bible are, generally speaking, the animals that lived in the region of Biblical Israel, which are different from the animals that live in other places. As a prelude to this discussion, I noted that the children present were from many different countries, and I turned to each of them to ask them which country they are from.
"Where are you from?"
"Italy!" I repeated through the microphone. I pointed to the next child. "And where are you from?"
"Holland! And you?"
"India! And you?"
"Japan! And you?"
"Kenya! And you?"
"Israel! And you?"
"Korea! And you?"
"Canada! And you?"
I nearly choked.
"Pa - Palestine!"
I didn't know if he meant Ramallah, East Jerusalem, or Jaffa, but I didn't ask.
There were some memorable moments on the tour. When the children saw the taxidermy displays, I explained that these animals were not killed for the museum, but rather they died in zoos and were subsequently stuffed. One child asked: "Wouldn't it be more respectful to cremate them?"
Later, a ten-year-old boy asked me my name.
"Rabbi Slifkin," I replied.
He hesitated. "That's really hard to remember," he said. "Can I call you Jim instead?"
And so for the next hour, whenever this boy wanted to ask me something (which was quite often), he would frantically wave his hand and call, "Jim! Jim!"
|Click the picture to embiggen it and see forty-two entranced faces|
My only regret is that my administrator is not a Star Trek fan, and thus did not take advantage of the opportunity to say to me, "It's life, Jim, but not as we know it."