Archive for Atonement

10-6-2003

Posted in 1 with tags , , , , , , , , on June 19, 2008 by apostatejournal

Today is Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement. I feel rather conflicted, I want so much to honor my Jewish heritage, but I wonder if I am not just looking for a panacea for my problems. I long to connect with my past. I believe in a collective unconscious, and believe that some of it is genetic. In some way I long for a connection to my roots. Can I be satisfied with knowing about my ancestor’s religion and celebrating a few traditions? Or do I need and want more? I feel lost.

 

 I read a statement in one of the books that I am reading, it said that if we must continually find or invent meaning for ourselves, we will never have time to make that meaning very deep. Thus, meaning rooted in tradition, ritual, and time have deeper and more profound meaning that is better explored.

 

This exploration of my Jewish heritage has begun to help me to turn toward God, and to see my own nothingness before him, not in embarrassment, but simply as a fact. I am not as useful, nor as capable as I would like to be, but I am also not as awful as I sometimes believed either. The deep meaning behind the Day of Atonement, of acknowledging that I am an imperfect man, of realizing that God loves me, and seeks after me despite my failings has been a beautiful blessing for which I am deeply grateful.

 

What is it that I want from seeking out my heritage? I think I long to find belonging, to find myself, to find the place that I fit in, but I am not all Jewish. Will I fit in there any better than in the Mormon community? I worry that I am trying to sell my soul again, just to feel comfortable. I worry that I am going overboard. But then I must also ask myself if this is because I am getting that feedback from others around me, or from my own internalized guilt? I ask myself what I would do if I were alone, and without a family. I think I would try on the Jewish way of life. I would go and see if it fit, however, where I am now this has the potential to be met with a lot of resistance. What I would do on my own should not be the ultimate question in my heart because I am not alone. I have a wife and family. I must do some things for and because of them, if they are willing to go along with this then I am okay, but I think that there will come a point where my wife will want to draw the line.

 

I question myself also as to whether I really could try on the Jewish Faith. I cannot deny my testimony of the gospel, nor give up the perspective that it gives me. Indeed, I think it gives me great insight into what I have learned of the Jewish Faith. I want both, but how can I have this? The ideal I suppose would be for me to be able to convert to a very liberal form of Judaism. This might allow me the freedom to have my own beliefs even though they differ from the mainstream. Then I could honor both in my own heart and my own way.  I need to resolve this enough to put it on the shelf for a few months until I actually have time to study it out more. Perhaps I just need to do a little research and find out if Jewish/Mormon conversion/existence is a possibility. Then I will know what is possible and have time to decide.

 

I am frightened by my new view of religion; I am less certain about everything, and more certain of the mystery. I do believe, and yet I question. I long for the ability to have faith and calmness and peace once again, but I do not want to give up myself. I am frightened, and religiously paralyzed by the changes that have taken place in me. I have been sitting on the fence wondering what to do. Now I have recommitted to build a relationship again with God. I really felt that during the Tashlich ceremony. But I am frightened because I don’t know how things will turn out. I am afraid. Sometimes, maybe even moving in the wrong direction is better than being paralyzed by fear. Maybe I should follow my heart and see what I learn. May the Lord guide me and keep me from harm.

 

Master of the Universe, if you are listening, I am trying to listen also. Perhaps we can meet in the middle.

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9/30/2003

Posted in Apostatejournal with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 17, 2008 by apostatejournal

This Journal entry contains a number of refrences to the Jewish High Holy Days. You can read about them here.

 

I have been studying the Jewish Holidays. Last Sunday I went to the river with my family and we performed the ceremony of Tashlikh (throwing bread upon the flowing water as a symbol of casting ours sins from us). I chronicled my reaction to this in my handwritten journal. Today I have been reading in preparation for Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement).  At first I was disappointed because it sounded like a rather harsh holiday… all fasting and praying and attendance at the synagogue. I was also a little disappointed because at first it seemed there was little I could do to observe the holiday at home. However, as I read about it, I grew more and more convinced that it can be one of the holiest of days: a Sabbath of Sabbaths. This time between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur is a time for me to be reflecting. How will I do my own process of teshuva (Hebrew for repentance), of turning and returning my heart to God? When I read the scriptures for Tashlikh, I knew what I was going to be casting on the waters. I knew that I was casting my unbelief and growing cynicism on the waters. God has graciously provided me some time between then and Yom Kippur that I might ponder this and find a way to do it. I felt something at Tashlikh, something that I have kept myself from feeling for a while, but have longed for all the same.

 

I was moved once I understood the purpose for the chanting of the Kol Nidrei just before Yom Kippur begins. It acknowledges that none of us will keep our new years resolutions, we will all fail, but it holds out to us the hope, that in failing, we will draw nearer to our god. Maybe God made us to fail so that we would need him all the more. He has promised, that even with our broken vows, we may have a new life, a new year, as sweet as apples dipped in honey(it is customary to eat these at Rosh Hashana, the Jewish new Year). The barren can become fruitful, that the knife can be stayed in mid-swing. For “God himself will redeem Israel for all of their sins.”

 

This is a message that I have needed very much. I need to understand that god “loves me when a sinner.” He seeks “me when a stranger wandering from the fold of God.”

 

If God can forgive me, then I must forgive myself. I God can love me, I must love myself. If he can seek me out when I am still a stranger, if he can feel after me and reach out to me, should I not then give myself the same gift that he strives to give me himself?  One of my teachers at school said that the main message of the New Testament is that we need to love ourselves. Did not Christ testify to this? He sought out those who needed him, the sinners, whores, thieves, apostates, and fishermen. When those not of his faith came to him he “turned them not away.” He proclaimed himself as messiah first to a broken woman at the well, a woman who had spent her life moving from one man to another and was now living in sin, a Samaritan. He told the woman caught in adultery, “neither do I condemn thee, go, and sin no more.” But of course she sinned. I imagine that every time she had sinned after that, when it seemed there was no hope and she closed her eyes and bowed her head in despair, there, in her minds eye was the image of Christ’s face, radiant with love, and his lips breathing forth the healing words. “Neither do I condemn thee. Go, and sin no more. “

 

I have misunderstood God; I thought he wanted me to negate myself, to pretend to be something I am not. I thought that religion required conformity and a false self: an image of perfection. But now I begin to realize that this is not what God wants. Rather, he desires that I be more fully myself, that I come to know and understand my weakness and imperfection, that I serve him despite those, and he will know me, love me, and seek after me, even when I am yet a stranger to his fold. God is no respecter of persons. Yes, and when all is said and done, will he not judge me more kindly if I love my fellow man. And how can I do that if I do not love myself. I cannot give to another that which I have not. To love others I must love myself, and to forgive others, I must forgive myself. To find myself I must lose myself. Because I am not my sins, I am not my weaknesses. I am, before and after all that I do, a child of God. He will seek after me. I am “prone to wander,” but he will seek after me. Perhaps mortality is some kind of divine toddlerhood. We learn to separate and to connect, to depend while also learning to be autonomous.  I am very grateful to my Jewish heritage for teaching me such lessons.

 

On a more physical level, I want to change how I parent my children. I find myself becoming to negative and controlling. By changing my outlook and faith in God, I hope to be able to offer my children the chance for a better life as well.

 

This Sunday evening I plan to keep Yom Kippur in the best way I know how. I will play Kol Nidrei on my viola. I will fast, and refrain from bathing and comforts for the day. I would like to try and get some time off that Monday and go to the temple. This week I will study out the scriptures for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, I will listen to the words of God’s living prophets, and I will meditate on my own process of teshuva. I will try to tip the balance for good during these days of Awe.  May god grant that when I am weighed in the balance I am found worthy to be inscribed in the book of life.