Tuesday, June 28, 2005
We got to the Torah service, and the two rabbis at the bima began to discuss the portion of the week--a lively debate with each other, right in front of the rest of us. It was Lech Lecha: "Go, you go!" or maybe "Go, go to yourself." God tells Abraham to leave home and travel to a new place, and the story begins. It hit me after a few minutes: this was about me. My journey had just started, and I had no idea where it might lead. I was embarrassed, even in my heightened state of amazement, to describe my discovery with the kind of overused phrase that begins badly written memoirs. I wouldn't dare utter it. But it was true.