by Sam Glaser
That said, I think there’s a fifth “H” in the formula and that’s Holiness. I’m hard pressed to recommend a way to incorporate this core Jewish value without bringing God into the picture. Post-college I started asking fundamental questions, comparing my feelings of universal connectedness to the teachings of Judaism. On a trip to Israel in 1985 my light was turned on. I discovered that in Jerusalem, living a holy life with 24/7 belief in God was natural, normal, even fashionable. I could have lived my whole life in the Southern California fast lane and never opened this can of worms.Many of my deepest intuitions about God were confirmed in that City of Gold and although I didn’t realize it at the time, my Jewish “pilot light” was primed to explode.
After that trip I lived with a generous helping of cognitive dissonance since my life back in L.A. didn’t flow with the rigorous lifestyle of believers. However, try as I may, I could not go back to sleep, to return to my comfortable “unexamined life.” After a few years in limbo I decided to take a few proactive steps to get back on the holiness track. It seems that that this “fifth H” was free in Jerusalem but in L.A. I was going to have to work for it. One crucial step was moving into a Jewish community. Living close to a synagogue (or in my case forty of them) was essential to normalizing a God-focused consciousness. I don’t think I had the moral strength to make these spiritual strides in a vacuum. Perhaps this is why God invented peer pressure.
The other change was my committing to Shabbat. I think
I resonate with the popular parable of the miserable bird in the Garden of Eden. The bird complains to God that all the other animals have arms and hands and it is stuck with burdensome appendages at its sides. God then explains that those strange limbs are actually wings and with them the bird can FLY! Of course, this story teaches us that the mitzvot are our wings, not the burden that we might have thought. For me, the clumsy appendages were the dietary restrictions that I ignored, the day of rest on which I trampled and the idea of standing in a sanctuary singing words I didn’t understand. Like most Jews I was content to do it “My Way” and live with a vague, hibernating feeling of guilt.
Sure, one can be Jewish without belief in God. But I believe the Jewish people were meant to fly. |