The Book of Days

I was wrong. What I wrote about Rosh Hashanah services at temple was proven to be incorrect. For just a few moments this morning, I was moved, I was shaken and reaffirmed; not in any Jewish faith (or any other organized faith) but in the faith that is the resolve within any one of us.

One portion of the service reads: "Every word, every act inscribes itself in the book of life. Freely we choose, and what we have chosen to become stands in judgment over what we may yet hope to be."

That is a theology which I firmly endorse. My thoughts will become my words. My words will lead to my actions. My actions define who I am and are the steps to who I still choose to become. My actions are my signature in the book of days.

So although most of my words from last night's post remain true, the idea that I would not find faith in the temple is mistaken. Wherever I may be, if I am introspective, thoughtful and deliberate, then it is a choice I make to have faith in myself, in the person beside me, in the people with out me. I decide.

Not really Jewish, not really Christian, no really done, Mary