A leap of faith. We’ve all heard the phrase, but what does it really mean to take a leap of faith? What immediately comes to mind for me is the scene in “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade”. Indy reaches the “Leap from the Lion’s Head” in which he has to take a step off a cliff into a seemingly bottomless chasm. Only after taking that first step does he discover, much to his relief, that it was an optical illusion. There was actually a sturdy bridge there which he safely crossed.
Of course before taking his leap of faith, Harrison Ford had the benefit of reading the script. The rest of us unfortunately don’t get that convenient little heads up. Of course if we got to look ahead it wouldn’t really be much of a test, would it?
Religion is such a tricky thing. Wars are fought over it. People die in the name of it. If millions of people of various faiths can’t share a planet in peace, how is it possible to do it in one home?
I was raised Jewish. Although our parents hailed from Israel and spoke fluent Hebrew, our house was not especially practicing. We seldom went to synagogue, didn’t keep kosher, and did not observe any but the most signficant holidays. I’ve heard people who only go to church on Christmas and Easter referred to as “C&E Christians”. That would make my family “RH&YK Jews”. We primarily went to temple for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur if we went at all. In fact, I got Temple Sinai and Temple University mixed up as a kid. I’ve always had a strong sense of “being a Jew” from a cultural point of view, but not especially from a religious one.