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April 21, 2012Posted by on
As I do most Fridays, I spent a few hours making challah today. (A picture or two to follow tomorrow.) About a year ago, I started making the challah for the synagogue the family belongs to. No, I’m not Jewish, but I married into the Jewish faith. As a result of that marriage, I committed to raising the younger Midgets Jewish. Although I may not be Jewish and, as well, have the problem of not even believing in God, or a supreme being of any sort, I am totally supportive of raising my kids in a faith and culture such as Judaism.
Tonight, I made a couple of loaves for the services and also made seven more loaves for a family having a Bar Mitzvah this weekend. Due to circumstances that don’t need to be explained here, I ended up being in the synagogue kitchen until just before services. Every Friday, when I make the challah, I ponder whether I should stick around for services, non-believer or not. Tonight, I did for the first half hour or so.
I also, every once in awhile, pay a visit to the Cathedral in downtown Sacramento. Usually, I’m there in quiet moments when no service is being performed. But, rarely, I’m there when a priest is leading a service and the pews are more populated with believers.
So, here’s the question. I don’t believe. In Catholicism. In Judaism. In organized religion of any sort. I don’t believe. In God. A supreme being. Or that the words of the Bible are anything other than a story. But, there’s something I feel when I’m among people who do believe. At the same time that I find the prayers to God are like fingernails on a chalkboard, I find peace (more and more these days) being among those who believe as they carry out their faith and beliefs. What the heck does this mean?