Sometimes I think I’m the court jester. Other times, I think I have a powerful role. More people read me than hear any Shabbos morning sermon. People don’t treat me trivially.
I remain an outsider. Almost every group I join (with the exception of 12-steps), I’m still an outsider. I could do with ten times as much personal connection in Jewish life.
People read my blog. They come to my talks. I’m a circus attraction. I have a freak appeal. I think I’m slowly moving towards normality, connection.
At times, I fear I’m recreating my father’s stirrer role in Adventism.
Was there any comfort in converting to Judaism? I’m happier since I pulled it off, particularly the Orthodox one in 2009. Much of the rage has dissipated from my blog. Every day, I feel more a part of Judaism. I know my purpose, my community, my direction, and what I’m good at. I know what’s available in Jewish life.
