I knew this would happen. “Season” is upon us, which means that my Technion job is much more than full-time and is including some unexpected travel. Between that and creating a family program for my synagogue, leading the occasional service, traveling to Ocala to lead services…
In short, blogging has been put on the back burner.
But I heard something interesting the other day that I’ve been mulling over. Someone said, “I don’t believe in God. Instead I experience God.” I’m trying to decide what I think about that.
I’ll admit to having a lot of trouble with God-talk lately. (I know; you’re shocked to hear me say that.) It seems to come so easily to people – God this, God that, God is good, God loves us, God created Shabbat for us. I don’t have much to say about that God, except that if he exists and I meet him in heaven one day, I’ll apologize for doubting. But without proof – and I do not mean rainbows, the miracle of birth and all that crap, so don’t start with me – I’m just not ready to believe.