I knew this would happen.  “Season” is upon us, which means that my Technion job is much more than full-time and is including some unexpected travel.  Between that and creating a family program for my synagogue, leading the occasional service, traveling to Ocala to lead services…

In short, blogging has been put on the back burner.

 But I heard something interesting the other day that I’ve been mulling over.  Someone said, “I don’t believe in God.  Instead I experience God.”  I’m trying to decide what I think about that.

 I’ll admit to having a lot of trouble with God-talk lately.  (I know; you’re shocked to hear me say that.) It seems to come so easily to people – God this, God that, God is good, God loves us, God created Shabbat for us.  I don’t have much to say about that God, except that if he exists and I meet him in heaven one day, I’ll apologize for doubting.  But without proof – and I do not mean rainbows, the miracle of birth and all that crap, so don’t start with me – I’m just not ready to believe.