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Secret Shul-Goer No 26: Shul on a ship

Even when on holiday, the Secret Shul-Goer is always on the hunt for a Shabbat service

August 15, 2018 08:38
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The Secret Shul Goer is on holiday. I’m currently sailing across the Mediterranean on board a very splendid cruise ship. But the shul-goer never rests. There is always work to do. Someone else who never stops working is Rabbi Marc Gruber of the Central Synagogue Beth Emeth in Long Island. He was officially on vacation; but rabbis never fully switch off, and he found himself tasked with leading the Friday evening service. I think he must have felt the same combination of resignation and duty that doctors experience when they hear that mid-flight announcement “Is there a doctor on board?”

But if Rabbi Marc was prepared to lead the service, then the least I can do is offer to review it. So here, for your enjoyment, is my review of the Kabbalat Shabbat service, led by said Rabbi Marc, as the assembled guests gathered to welcome the Sabbath as we sailed from Spain towards Gibraltar on board this beautiful ship.

It goes without saying that this was a service quite unlike any other that I’ve reviewed so far, both in terms of the décor of the prayer space, and the make up of the congregation. The service took place in the small theatre on Deck 4. Unfortunately, the theatre had just been used for a family bingo game, so after taking a siddur, on which more later, we spent a few minutes gathering up the discarded bingo cards before taking our seats. Indeed, there was something of a gambling theme to the whole proceedings. As we waited for the service to start we could hear the whir and jingle of the slot machines in the casino, located next door to the small theatre. Then, halfway through Shalom Aleichem, the croupier announced on the tannoy that an Officers versus Guests poker tournament was about to begin. I took a furtive glance around to see if anyone was enticed to leave, but everybody stayed. Clearly, we were all hedging our bets on divine intervention instead.

Before the service could begin, Rabbi Marc needed to ascertain which way was East. Clearly, there was no Ark to guide us. And this being a gathering of forty or so Jews, there was no shortage of opinions offered. Eventually, after working out which side of the ship was starboard and which was port, and factoring in the direction the ship was heading and the height of the sun in the sky, we opted for the general direction of the fire escape in the corner of the theatre.