So the youngest smart-mouth son Benjamin’s fiance Megan converted to Judaism this past weekend. She did it quietly and gracefully and without much fanfare. She took her ritual mikvah dunking in the synagogue in Augusta, Georgia and emerged not just ritually clean but spiritually pure and forever joined to a religious faith that is thousands of years old. She also picked up a new Hebrew name in the process. Megan is now also Esther. Not to honk my own horn people, but that’s two out of two brand new Women of Valor for the Tribe (see earlier blog about Eli’s fiance Ashley who is now also Leah). With so many Jews today assimilating or no longer remaining meaningfully connected to their Jewish heritage and religious identity, shouldn’t I get some kind of special “badge” or gold pin for raising sons who know how to find beautiful and smart shiksas and lead them joyfully into the bosom of Abraham? In addition, the mixing of fresh DNA into the Mazer family gene pool (one hopefully not teeming with Ashkenazi related ADHD, mental illness and motion sickness) is a noteworthy secondary perk. Anyway, such momentous events often lead to philosophical and/or cosmological reflection. That means some of us just cant help but ponder the big picture and what all “this” means.
Last time I published Ashley’s written response to why she chose Judaism as her identified faith. This time I am posting Benjamin’s thoughtful response to a very religious friend who was assertive enough to ask him a challenging yet quite appropriate question about his concept of God. I thought it was a pretty damn good answer for a 24 year old (soon to be 25) punk-kid med student. Here it is: