What this Rabbi Learned from Not being Re-hired

It's a familiar story, and I have been through itgossip and tell nasty stories about those who
before, and so have you. In January thefired me? Well that's how I felt, and it was
Synagogue Personnel Committee told me thatperfectly normal for me to feel that way. I was
they were recommending that the synagogue nothurt, I was in pain, and I was looking for a focus
renew my contract. I had been here six years,to my anger. But I also knew that if I left angry,
and now they said it was time to go. I could haveI would then not be completing my relationships
contested their decision by going public to thewith my members and friends, and that I would
entire congregation, but I decided that if mycontinue to carry those feelings of anger with me
leadership didn't want me anymore to be theiras I began a new rabbinic position. They would
Rabbi, that I was leaving. And then came theremain with me for as long as it took to conclude
grief...them. The problem would be, even as I began the
Why didn't they want me anymore? What had Inew job, I would not be totally cleansed of the
done, or not done, that displeased them? Howold one.
had I failed them? Did this mean that I was aSo I had to consciously set out to leave in a good
"bad" Rabbi? A "bad" person? And even worse,way, and I did. What was the secret of my good
did they finally "find me out" as the imposter Ileaving? I spoke about it in public, continually, right
sometimes think I am? It's called "The Imposterup until the day I left. You see, I had to help my
Syndrome," feeling that sometimes I have no ideafriends and members say goodbye to me too,
what it is that I am supposed to be doing in myand so talking about leaving allowed both them
job, but if I could just "pretend" hard enough toand me to carry out what needed to be done. At
be doing the right thing, I could pass for a "good"first it was incredibly difficult for me to do this,
Rabbi. I had little idea how I had failed them, andbut it did get easier as the year went on. Not
myself, but I felt that a little piece of me had died.everything went smoothly, however, especially
Here I was, 57 years old, once again looking for awhen I was turned down by congregations in
job. Who needed it? Next would come interviewsfavor of younger and more handsome
with more congregations, asking me thecandidates--they thought I was too old to be a
inevitable--Rabbi how did you screw up? Well, notgood rabbi, can you imagine that??--but by the
in so many words, but that's really what theyend, all went well.
wanted to know. Next would come phoneAnd so, the end of the story is that my new
interviews and personal fly-up-there-for-the-daycongregation, which you can see at the bottom
interviews, and maybe even weekend interviews.of the page, is today e-mailing me a contract.
Again??? Maybe the rabbinate wasn't for meWhen Ellen and I went there two weeks ago,
anymore, maybe I should look in other directions...they fell in love with us and we with them. I truly
So, I had lost something, a piece of myself, mybelieve that it is a match meant to be; my gifts
dignity, my honor, my feeling of job satisfaction.fit their needs, and vice versa. And, I have
How would I mourn, would I be angry and notconcluded my relationship with my former
talk to people I had known for six years? Would Icongregation and am now emotionally ready to
trash my congregation's leadership and hope thatbegin again. Had I not left appropriately, I would
they would be cursed by getting a rabbi who wasbe paralyzed in the future. Because I left
incompetent and ineffectual? Would I begin toappropriately, I am raring to go!