I do not believe our tradition teaches us to delegitimize other Jews. If you refuse to peer beyond the edge of a denominational box, how can you build a bridge?
Last week, small-minded blogger bullies used their Orthodoxy as an excuse to silence a well-known, inter-denominational blogging voice for refusing to believe that fear and loathing are at the center of Judaism.
You–yes, you, and no one else–are in charge of your Judaism. Every Jewish choice you will ever be faced with is yours to decide, not your movement’s to decide for you. For prospective converts, that includes deciding on the type of Jew you want to be.
A Jew who’s always happy is like an Illinois Governor who’s always law-abiding. The concept is faulty on the face of it. Simcha and tsouris go hand in hand. You can’t have one without the other. In life, or on the blogosphere.
When the b’nai mitzvah crowds elbow regular synagogue members out of the sanctuary, whose Shabbos is it, anyway?
The High Holy Days that marked the beginning of 5772 also marked the end of my first observed Jewish year. I expected the Days of Awe to be fulfilling. But what was missing turned out to be the best part of all.
All Jewish converts face the challenge of fitting into Judaism and into a Jewish community. But how do you find your comfort zone in a sanctuary echoing with the sounds of chanted Hebrew, and full of people with last names and lifetime experiences different than yours? You do, with practice. And time.
There’s a right way and a wrong way for Jewish institutions to welcome visitors. The moment the balance between security and openness starts to close an institution off from the wider community is the moment it gets harder to repair the world.
It was fun while it lasted. It imploded unexpectedly. A sudden farewell to the now-defunct JewsByChoice.org.
Three months after officially joining the Jewish people, things make sense in a way I never expected. Some say Jewish converts are born with a Jewish spark waiting to be realized. Now I realize how the past six years of my blog–and the past 41 years of my life–have led me to my Jewish self.