Sunday, March 20, 2005

Passion Week

I've gone to the synagogue these past two weeks on Friday night.  I went with Dave, but we couldn't sit together, so before it started, my first time there, he very kindly took me into a corner with a prayer book and showed me where to read.  I followed along all right, only getting lost at the parts where everyone reads to themselves.  The service is fairly short--an hour, maybe an hour and a half--and a lot of it is strangely familiar to me, except for the fact that it's all in Hebrew.  Part of it comes from the Psalms--92 through 99, or something like that--which I find, in an odd way, truly comforting.  These are Psalms I used to memorize (in English of course) and say out loud in bed, on long walks, in airplanes, when I was happy, or sad, or anxious.  Psalm 96 especially.  It has a strange effect on me when I hear it sung in Hebrew.  It makes me feel thick and liquid inside.  There's no explaining it, but there it is.  It makes me miss and miss and miss God.


sangeeta said...

if you miss Him then seek Him with all of your heart. but remember to seek Jesus. the Father doesn't honour our worship any other way. i love you. take your questions to Him and He will be faithful. He will finish the good work He has begun in you.

kati said...

i wish i could hear them sung in hebrew, too.

Momma said...

He misses you, too, Becca-bye. Start talking to Him again. He will always lead you to where you will find happiness and peace.

Momma said...

Hey. Are you ever going to write in this thing again?



sangeeta said...

i check this site all the time and no new updates...i am on a need-to-know basis. . .how are you?
happy birthday, hot stuff!!
i love you.