Jews love the Torah the way my nephew loved The Lion King when he was 3.
Specifically: A lot.
On a typical day he would readily consume up to seven viewings of the film.
With a run time of 87 minutes that’s nearly 10 and a half hours.
Considering that the average 3 year old sleeps 10-12 hours and that meals were about forty minutes a piece, its safe to say that on any given day I watched him, nearly every waking minute not spent eating, bathing or defecating was used enjoying this movie.
The most amazing part of it all was how he never tired of it.
On the contrary, as soon as the credits rolled he demanded that it start all over again.
Being his babysitter, this of course can become draining after the first 2 viewings. And so my sister and I tried to pique his interests in the bevy of other options from the Disney library.
We tried board games, picking him up and spinning him around, bribing him with candy.
This kid wanted Hakuna Matata and he wanted it now.
For the next six hours.
It seemed that as he sang along with each musical number that there was a familiarity he craved, but also a miraculous ability to find every joke and dramatic turn just as fresh as the first time he saw it.
Similarly each year we finish reading the Torah and immediately go back to the beginning and rejoice in its repetition.
We know the songs, we know the plot lines, it is familiar and it is new.
Of course my nephew is now long past this age…but his little brother isn’t.