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Jewish Holidays Can Be Scary

I approach most Jewish holidays with dread. Am I going to make some terrible mistake? Like drop the etrog? Or forget something on the seder plate? Or not show up in temple on the most important day of the year--which is when? Festivals, especially big ones like Passover, are when being Jewish is scariest for me. I know how to put up a Christmas tree and make a bunny cake for Easter, because I watched my Christian mother stir the batter and string the lights. But though my dad was Jewish, Judaism was not part of my childhood. I can easily forget the opening words of the Amidah. And, as for the etrog, is that the fruit thing, the one that looks like a lemon but isn't?

When I finally made the jump and converted, I found that one does not feel Jewish overnight. It takes years and years, even generations, although I did not realize this at first. After my conversion I felt a thrill of exhilaration. At last, I was finally legitimately, truly, wholly Jewish. The rabbis on the bet din had given me a large certificate that said so. My own rabbi, Myron Geller, made me go up to the bima and give a talk. I had arrived.

Etrog Photo by the Velveteen Rabbi
An etrog, or citron, sliced open after the end of its ritual use on Sukkot. Photo by Rachel Barenblatt.

But very soon the cracks in my new Jewish life began to appear. When Passover drew near, I began to worry. I listened as people in temple talked about their plans to gather with families and friends. Some were going to Maine. Others to New Jersey. Would anyone invite us to their home? Or should I invite people to mine? The problem was that if I invited real Jews to my house, they would expect a real seder, and I was not sure what to cook or how to lead us through a haggadah.

I decided to take the plunge. I invited everyone I could think of and then began many days of hard labor. My Korean daughter-in-law and I found a recipe for brisket from a Jewish website. I raced to Shaw's and stared at the meat. I am a vegetarian, so they all seemed the same to me. There was no one to help me, so I chose something that looked like the picture we had seen online: a big, very red chunk.

When the big day came, I carefully followed the instructions for making Traditional Jewish Brisket, left the meat in a pot to simmer and turned my attention to arranging the seder plate. I had memorized the symbolic meaning of each item in my conversion class with Rabbi Geller, but symbolism is very different from the real thing. I stared at the diagram in my Jewish textbook and carefully placed the egg next to the bone and the parsley next to the salt water. I ground up apples and walnuts, I laid out the haggadah I had bought at the Israel Book Shop in Brookline, Mass. By the time my guests arrived, I was so nervous I swore I would never do this again. We stumbled through our prayers. I tried to lead things as best I could, but I was so terrified we would leave out something crucial that we read every single word of a very long haggadah. People did not leave my house until the early morning hours.

When at last the evening was over, one exhausted guest paused at the door, "What a creative idea," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"To serve corned beef for Passover!" she exclaimed.

Suddenly, I felt nostalgic for Christianity. Hiding Easter eggs had been easier than this.

Fortunately, after that first year, friends have included me in their celebrations and I always watch with wonder at the ease they seem to have with tradition. However, I have also begun to notice that even if you are not a convert, Jewish ritual can be a troublesome issue. I have one friend who sneaks a chocolate chip muffin every single day of Passover. Another is always trying to find ways to be more observant. For me, a turning point came when I noticed that even Rabbi Geller would skip entire pages of the haggadah during our community seders.

Slowly, I am beginning to learn that we each have to shape our own relationship to traditions, whether we were born Jewish or chose Judaism. I hope I don't drop that etrog next fall, but if I do, I think it will be OK.

Hebrew for "telling," the text that outlines the order of the Passover seder. There are many, many versions of this book, which dates back almost 2,000 years. Because we are commanded to expand upon the story, the Haggadah contains ancient interpretations, as well as stage directions and explanations, for the Passover meal. The spring holiday commemorating the Exodus of the Jews from slavery in Egypt. The Hebrew name is "Pesach." Reform synagogues are often called "temple." "The Temple" refers to either the First Temple, built by King Solomon in 957 BCE in Jerusalem, or the Second Temple, which replaced the First Temple and stood on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem from 516 BCE to 70 CE. Hebrew word for a yellow citron, used ritually in the holiday of Sukkot. Hebrew for "order," refers to the traditional course of events, or service, surrounding the Passover and Tu Bishvat meals. The elevated area or platform in a synagogue, from which Torah is read. Worship service leaders, such as clergy, may lead services from the bimah as well.
Charlotte Gordon

Charlotte Gordon is a writer who lives on Cape Ann, Mass. Her book, Mistress Bradstreet, won the Massachusetts Book Award for non-fiction. Her latest book, The Woman Who Named God (Little, Brown) retells the famous Biblical story of Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar. She is currently an assistant professor at Endicott College in Beverly, Mass. She can be reached at charlottegordonbooks.com.

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