Finding my religion

25 09 2014

Last year I wrote this post and once again, on this holy day, I sit here, writing, because writing is what I do when I get introspective (which seems to be a great deal of time as of late). And so they flow… My thoughts that is. Sometimes though, I forget that LIFE is a constant flow. Of good and bad, pain and sorrow, joy, failure and success. And IT IS! Being Jewish, or any religion for that matter, is more about the Spirit of Love than about anything else. It is more about Compassion and about Giving more than you can ever hope to receive in return. It is about introspection, humility and forgiveness. It is about hope, kindness and friendship toward all people. I have been through the greatest depths of what I feel as a human, a woman, a mother, a Jew, an immigrant and a spiritual being and It, really, simply, truly boils down to this one thing: In the magnificent words of Rabbi Jonathan Sacks, “I am a Jew because despite suffering the greatest poverty, we aim to continue to help and fight for Justice for the oppressed, the disabled, and the prejudiced. We don’t do this for praise or congratulation, but because it’s a mitzvah… because a Jew could do no less. And we continue to teach this to our children, we look for these moments within our own families and outside in the world.” That is what I want written down one day as my legacy on Earth, “Because She Cared!” That is all!


So I just returned home from possibly the very most beautiful and uplifting Jewish High Holy Day (Rosh Hashanah) service I have attended in all my 40 years. It took me 40 years to be in a Synagogue and to actually feel something deeply. A very dear friend and one of our community leaders was leading this service and as she praised God with magnificent singing, storytelling and prayers, it struck me. Suddenly I didn’t feel like such an ‘orphan’ in a strange land anymore. Suddenly I didn’t feel self conscious or out of my depth anymore. I looked around me. No one cared what I was or wasn’t wearing, no one was there to be seen or to earn brownie points, there were no cliques of people talking amongst themselves. Everyone had a light around them. Every single person, young or old, rich or poor, happy or sad, was being raised up by…

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