Jewish Moments: a Jew in Jesusland
It’s been a while since I’ve posted what was originally intended to be an every-other-week cataloguing of “Jewish moments,” so I feel like I owe you all an installment! The fact is, two months post-conversion (and two years and some change post-getting-started) the new-car-smell has all worn off of my Judaism, and there are fewer moments in my life that make me notice being Jewish. It just is what I am now, and that has mostly led the religious side of my life into a comfortable sort of routine-and-boring. Which possibly means that it is time to find some way to kick it up a notch, but for right now I’m enjoying the ability to “just be” for a while. But that doesn’t mean there haven’t been some moments that made me feel my Judaism, mostly due to being a Jew in a part of the country that is most definitely “Jesusland.” There are so many moments when my religion gets held up in sharp relief against the backdrop of a mass culture that largely assumes a weird mix of boiled-down Christiani