Last night was the 39th day of the Omer, and I will always associate 39 with the number of labors prohibited on Shabbat. 39 is a number of what you can and cannot do, of self-control to extend beyond self.
How fortuitous, then, to end Shabbat by letting Rabbi Aaron Finkelstein start #countingthebromer at 39. He knows from going beyond self:
The period of the Omer has always been an interesting one for me. When I first started counting the Omer in a mindful way (in college perhaps), it all felt very communal; I was suddenly aware that the Omer was a time of mourning for the Jewish community, and as such, many Jews refrain from live music, performances and the like during this time.
A few years later, it became much more personal. It all changed when I started not shaving for the Omer. Up to this point, I was generally clean shaven, so not shaving was a BIG deal. It had this cosmic feeling, like I was doing something against my will. I was very, very aware that I wanted to shave, but I wasn’t. And I think this is really the point that I’ve taken with me through the years: there is a spiritual value in doing things that we don’t want to do.
Spirituality often brings with it a focus on the self; after all, we are constantly working on ourselves as we develop our connection with God and with Judaism. Still, the Omer for me is the time where I remember that it’s not all about me. It’s the time where we reconsider our commitments and even do things that might be against our will.
At this point, I seem to be rocking the short beard (surely is there a name for that?). The Omer is less dramatic for me than it once was. Now it means not trimming my beard for a bit longer than I’d usually let it go. But letting the beard go for a solid month and change is a good reminder that in the end, it’s not all about me. So I try to let go, at least a little bit.