Got us to shul this morning, as part of my quest to find an actual spiritual community to be part of. Buck spent an hour and a half being confused, and hoping he wasn’t going to be asked to do anything. He looked especially amusing with his puffy little yarmulke perched on the crown of his head, but I didn’t dare laugh.
I mostly enjoyed it – the parts that I understood, at least, which means all the parts in English. One young girl became Bat Mitzvah today, and I thought of Gail’s daughter and sent silent Mazel Tovs. A lovely sunny day to become an adult on.
I liked the service’s lack (compared to a catholic service) of structure: there are times to do different prayers, and to stand or sit, but the congregation isn’t moving in lockstep, people move around here and there wishing each other “Good Shabbos,” or do their own prayers before the start of the Torah service.
Form without rigidity. I can deal with that.
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