Being Jewish is neurotic. It involves anxiety, worry and fear. It is something you want to run away from and something you can’t help but
embrace, all at the same time. During
all the years I spent inside the Christian Church, I was constantly reminded by
Christians that I was different, I was Jewish.
People wanted to hear my story.
How had a Jew from New York wandered into the Christian Lutheran
community of the upper Midwest? And as I
have said on many occasions, ‘the longer I hung around with Lutherans, the more
Jewish I became.”
Having run away so far from my community, it took me many
years to find my way back. Now, I am
home, and I wear a skullcap every day, I suspect, out of guilt but also to
remind myself never to forget who I am.
Given my rather odd journey, I am compelled to reflect on
what it means to be Jewish. First, it
means you are part of a tribe or community that has had a tumultuous,
terrifying and tenacious history. It is
a community that has been dispersed throughout the world and yet prevails. Despite the contested establishment of the
State of Israel seventy years ago, Jews can be found in any city in the
world. Second, because of our history,
we have painfully learned there are people who do not trust “Jews” and we know
this distrust and hatred will not stop. Thirdly,
we can be outspoken and passionately care about justice and living as people of
character. It does not mean we are
always right and it does not mean all Jews are wonderful human beings. Like any community we have our share of
outliers. But, as a community, most of
us care about living as a “mensch”, a person of character.
Fourthly, whether we are religious or not, we are encircled
by the power of the Torah, that set of divine instructions intended to teach us
what it means to live well, and not in chaos.
The Torah, the word means teaching, while interpreted in a variety of
ways, is the pedagogical center of Jewish life.
In the land of Israel today, where there are many staunchly religious,
and many so called secular or non-religious Jews, every Friday night and
Saturday, the Sabbath is celebrated throughout the country. The Torah is the Jewish tree of life.
And fifth, the Jewish community is a community of
questions. Jews love to argue with each
other about who is really Jewish. They
argue with God over his silence during those days. Because they believe in God they must argue
and question his ways. And, they argue with the world over its
silence when Jews are victimized. I suspect
these arguments will be ongoing and signal how important it is to know what it
means to be a Jew. And, as you might
expect there are many ways to be Jewish and not everybody gets along.
Sixthly, for some Jews, God is at the center of their
existence. For some, God is a puzzle and
for some God does not exist. Know this: You
do not have to believe in God to be Jewish.
And Jews do not think God is Jewish.
God is God. And you do not have
to be Jewish to be in relation with God.
Finally, and this seventh element is rooted in our history
and fuels the neurosis: most Jews are
desperate to belong but determined to be different. Trying to live within this difficult tension in
whatever culture we reside, causes some Jews to get lost and wander far from
their community.
I am amazed and yet understand how I allowed myself to
wander away from such a distinctive, odd, sometimes crazy, quirky, holy
community. As I look back on all those
years, I knew I was Jewish all along and never really forgot. It
is good to be home again despite and because of the neuroses.
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