Growing up, I always wanted to be Jewish. I’m not sure why. I didn’t know very much about it; just that my most interesting friends were Jewish.
This Rosh Hashanah day, though, I have mixed feelings. It’s alarming to think there’s some sort of God up there with books, listing all our names and who will die and who will have a bad year. I know he’s God, but doesn’t his hand get awfully tired? Do you think he has a computer?
And if we have all those Days of Repentance till Yom Kippur to change his mind, why doesn’t he just wait? I guess maybe it’s more efficient, since he wouldn’t have to change the entries for all the non-Jewish people who don’t even know they need to repent during these ten days.
But I really like the idea of all this cleansing and repentance being just between me and God – no priest sitting in his Confessional shadows, listening to my secrets. I think I’ll go dump my pockets in a stream now, and start repenting.