By JESSICA EVANS
When I set out on this religious journey, I did not know where I was going. It was a like going on a road trip without a GPS or a map. Somewhere in the windy path, I found my Jewish soul.The journey was long, coming from a conservative, evangelical Christian home to a reform Jewish life but it is one that I would never dare trade. When I grew up, G-d and Church were lifelines to held onto in the midst of a chaotic world. Sometimes the chaos was the outside world like bullies and the chaos is the depression and anxiety that takes ahold of your soul.Through out my awkward teenage years, I tried to hold tight to beliefs that did not fit me, that constrained me. I fought against my soul and the G-d that created me. In college, I went to the Christian university, Valley Forge University, that my friends went to in the hopes of finding the peace and stability that seemed to be ever elusive. I majored in theological studies, specifically in religion and philosophy in hope of finding the answers that I was seeking after. I continued to struggle during my four years in college and with each passing year I realized more and more that this was not the life I wanted to live.I am not a person that is satisfied living a life that does not give me meaning.When I graduated from college, I went to a Congregational/American Baptist seminary, Andover Newton Theological School, so that I could expand my religious experiences in the hopes of finding something that fit. While in seminary, I met friends from a local rabbinical school and began to attend synagogue for Shabbat services. I was mesmerized from the first moment. Hearing the rabbi playing the guitar and the cantor playing "Hashkiveinu." Week after week, I continued going and then soon I realized that it was just me still attending on my own.Judaism was beautiful to me, I loved that no matter what synagogue I went to, there was a common spirit to them all. In Judaism I found a rich tapestry that was continuously being created by diverse people unified by a sacred faith. The greatest thing was that there was a place for me in this tapestry.I began to seek out new ways of nourishing my soul through Judaism. I wanted to do everything I could to forever bind myself to these people and this faith that had captured my heart.I transferred to a Jewish graduate school, Hebrew College, so that I could dive in and learn as much as I could. I sought after a rabbi that could help me become a Jew. A friend introduced me to a rabbi who would become my rabbi and my teacher for the next few months.Every week, I would go to his Shabbat services. Every time I hear "Shalom Aleichem" I can smell the scent of flowers coming in from the garden the voices of the fellow congregants around me, the feel of the seats pressed in the room. I can not help but to smile at the thought. Those were the moments in which my Jewish soul was forged from what had been into what it was becoming.Soon after, I had move back home for mental health reasons and it was very hard to leave. When I found my current synagogue, Temple David, I rejoiced. My synagogue has been a sukkah of peace and joy. When I became a Jew this past October, I was welcomed into more than just a religion but into a family. A family that has surrounded me through some of my darkest storms and rejoiced with me during some of my happiest moments.This past weekend, I attend an overnight Shabbaton with my synagogue and I lit the Shabbat candles for the first time with my community. It was such a precious memory that I think I will carry with me for a long time.It's easy to take for granted the little things but as a new Jew, the little things seem to be the most exciting for me.I look forward to writing this blog because I want to share with you, much like I share with my synagogue, what my experiences are. In my blog, I will be discussing topics that are important to me, and what I think are important to you as well.As a Jew and as someone with depression and who is a survivor of rape, I think it is important to share our stories. As a Jew, I believe it is important for all voices to be heard, I think that is one of the most beautiful things about Judaism, that we all have a voice and an equal place at the table.
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