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Every week, Jews read a portion of the Torah, the Hebrew name for the first five books of Moses. We do this every week until we reach the end. Then, we start all over every year from the beginning. We are supposed to use the week to reflect on the particular teaching of that portion, called a parsha. 

Every Jewish boy who has a bar mitzvah is assigned a parsha he reads in Hebrew for his congregation. My parsha is called B’reishit (pronounced bray-sheet) which means, “In the beginning.” It is the first parsha of the first chapter in the Torah and the Bible. It begins, “In the beginning God created the heavens  and the Earth…” I’m sure you’re familiar with it.  

This week is Simchat Torah, the festival commemorating the beginning of the cycle once again. It is also the week of my parsha, B’reishit. For this reason, I’ve been in a funky mood.  

Like many American Jews, I haven’t spent much time thinking about Judaism since my bar mitzvah. But, at times like these, I tend to become sentimental about my faith. Whenever a major holiday comes up, I’m reminded I actually am Jewish.  

This most recent revelation led me down a rabbit hole of stories I’d never heard before. It’s the details that stand out in my mind. 

“Your grandfather was the proudest Jew I know – so full of yiddishkeit,” my grandmother tells me.

She goes on about Russia and dirt-floor shtetls and milky tea. It’s strange to hear her use Yiddish so effortlessly. 

Milchig and Fleishig milk and meat – he never ate together,” my father recalls, “and his parents never spoke English.”  

Overcome with a strange mix of pride and curiosity, I went on a little side quest to embrace my Jewish roots. I found out the Jewish Community Center in Durham sells fresh-baked chocolate babka on Friday mornings (I’m serious, my landsmen, go get it). I also found out Temple Beth El in Durham holds an orthodox minyan for morning services every Saturday. But, most importantly, I rediscovered the Hillel on Cameron Avenue.  

Rabbi Melissa Simon is the in-house rabbi over there. She sat down with me to help reconcile my conservative politics with the Hillel’s inclusive, left-wing approach (our discussions are still ongoing). But, I feel there is much to be gained from reconnecting with one’s faith.  

Like my torah portion, I myself have been focused on new beginnings. How to best utilize the resources that have been apportioned for religious Jewish students is an open question for me. But, what I realize now is that communing with my cultural and religious heritage can be an emotionally fulfilling experience.  And, what’s more, Carolina offers the ability for someone like me to do that.  

So, I encourage my fellow Jewish students to do the same. Judaism isn’t evangelical. We don’t seek out others to convert. But, if you find yourself looking for some guidance or connection to a higher power, I encourage you to pursue that in the vein of those who came before you. You may even get the opportunity to try some fresh baked babka. 

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