Yehudah Thu Dec 27, 2012 11:48 am
Here is my story, shortened to a degree. I think Arik may know most of it by now. Towards the end, I'll outline the turning points (there were two) that led me into Observance.
I grew up Roman Catholic, my mother is very devout, and my father believes in G-d but could care less about observing of any kind.
My first notion about the falsety of christianity came to me when I was a teenager. I was curious about certain things that I was being taught. I asked my mother about them, and she said to me not to rock the boat - if it says it in the bible, take it at face value. That didn't sit very well with me. Then she told me that the Roman Catholic faith was the original faith and all others were false - so I asked her about the Jews, and she basically told me that they didn't count.
I couldn't understand how that could be, afterall the Jews were there way before the first christian. So at that point, I pretty much dropped catholicism much to my mothers chagrin. But I was still not out of the loop, I really wanted answers.
After joining the Navy and getting married, I putzed around many churches and many different denominations only to discover the same sentiments. So at some point I basically gave up.
After 15 years of bad marriage, I got divorced; my now ex-wife was a full-on christian and I was the ex-husband outcast.
One day several weeks after separation, a friend of mine wanted me to double date with he and his girlfriend and her sister. I really wasn't interested, but went anyway. Long story short, we started dating and I discovered that she was Jewish (albeit non-observant). I spent some time with her family, they didn't like me, me being a goy and all... but they accepted me because I was the boyfriend.
My emotions were stirred at their interactions, their history, and when they started answering my questions... my interest was peaked.
While her parents and family didn't like it, we got married in the Reform Shul. I started learning with the lady cantor, and realized very quickly that that conversion and learning process wasn't what I was looking for, there wasn't any meat in the soup. Heck, there really wasn't even any soup!
We moved to a location within a block of the local Conservative Shul, and I started learning with the Rav there. The learning was a little more intense, and after a few years I converted. But then it started to slow down, and then the learning became repetitive and not at a level I thought it should be. The observance was also lacking in my opinion at the time. It soon became less than I wanted and I began to daven at the Observant Shul.
In the meantime I became very close with my wifes grandmother, she had immigrated a few months after krystalnacht with her family and had seen some of her family members killed at the hands of the nazi's (y"sh). It was enough. We developed a very loving and deep kesher. When she passed away I was devestated, more so than over anything else I had ever known. During her shiva, the new Orthodox Rav came to sit - it was at that time on the first day of shiva (after burying her the day before) that I came to realize that I needed more in my life. I needed observance, structure, and a kesher with the Almighty.
That was the first event. That was the start of my observance; I needed to know that my neshama would be accepted in Shamayim and that I would be counted amongst G-ds children the Jews.
The Rav assigned a Rabbi to me for learning. The first day we learned, he asked for my story in order to get to know me and taylor my learning regimen. When I told him about my conversions, he told me point blank with no feeling: What you have done to this point means nothing, you aren't Jewish.
I was temporarily devestated. I didn't know what to say or do. My chin in my lap, and my breath taken away, he asked me if I was okay. My mind was racing, what have I been doing all this time? Nothing? It meant nothing? Then it hit me, he was right. In order for me to do this the right way, I needed to not only unlearn everything I've learned, I needed to develop a NEW kesher with Hashem, an observant one.
I turned to him and told him I was okay, and asked him to continue.
The rest is history. During my 22 month gerus process, I learned 7 days a week several times a day almost to the point of exhaustion. I felt that I needed to make up for lost time. My Rebbi thought that I wasn't going to make it, he told the Rav as much, and the Rav (in his infinite chachmah) told him that I would certainly make it.
Here I am. I'm an observant Jew, and it was and continues to be hard work. I'm a case study though: If I CAN DO IT, YOU CAN DO IT.
That Rav, now my Rebbe, is my closest friend other than my wife. And after almost 9 years of observant Yiddishkeit, I couldn't be happier.