Homecoming – So Judaism became my rebellion. I had come to believe that everything that animated my mother was painfully contrived. Her 1970s Wiccan spirituality, her Marxist political perspective, her anarchist Utopia. These were all fabricated fads as outdated as their human creators. I craved authenticity. A tradition with roots that sunk all the way back into the mists of prehistory. I found what I was looking for in the ancient spirituality of the Land of Israel. It was the one and only original, and I would accept no imitations, additions, or substitutions. As my mother began to anticipate my theological progression into Orthodoxy, she cautioned me: “You realize that you’re subscribing to a rule based, patriarchal religion?” I hadn’t thought about it that way before, but it made perfect sense. For a kid who grew up without rules and without a father, could there be anything better?
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