Guest Post from Holy Hyrax
This post is from Holy Hyrax. Love the moniker. I encourage all of you to post as well. As you will soon see from reading this fascinating post, there are a lot of interesting stories to tell.
THE BUBBLE BURTS
This post is dedicated to those that through dishonesty, cowardice and blackmail, would try to shut other people down for their opinions in their search of truth, instead of meeting them head-on in discussion.
This is my first time posting, so please have mercy.
Now you shall all hear the story of the forging of the ring of power. Oooops wrong tale. It’s my turn in telling everyone my little B.T. adventure. I have been a Bal Tshuva for about 4 years now. As far back as I can remember, I was interested in Judaism’s rich history, culture and I was extremely proud to be one of the “chosen people.” I eventually went to lectures and then to the seminars. After that, I was hooked, and by what, by Bible-Codes. I start keeping Shabbat, taking more classes all the while jumping up and down with joy knowing my Torah is from God because of my amazing bible-codes, but my doubts would eventually start to come around after reading some pretty hokey, apologetic stuff in the Chumash. When I would confront the rabbis about it, they would give me an even worse answer. I eventually turned to other books, the first one being “Who wrote the Bible.” The way I look at it is that to be fair I should look at both sides, just like what a judge would do in front of two lawyers. I started to read other materials and books. Three years ago, I went to an Israeli Yeshiva in Jerusalem to get some questions taken care of.
HA! I look back at it and realize what a huge waste of time it was for me. How many of these people actually heard of opposing arguments? All they seem to know over there, is the great proofs presented by Rabbi Amnon Yitzhak (now available on DVD folks). Only the few college trained Rabbis new anything of the Documentary Hypothesis and their arguments were more in the line of: “Well who are these critics to interpret OUR scriptures.”. I’m sure if any of these yeshiva boys knew of any of the opposing arguments they would have packed their bags and left. But they DON’T know about it. They CAN’T know about it because like what an OU Rabbi once told me, “The majority of Jews in school just don’t know how to handle topics of this magnitude.” Two years ago, I left. I stopped keeping kosher, stopped Shabbat. I stopped everything to do with Judaism.
So here I am today. I have an orthodox wife and I’m still grappling with my life. I love my wife dearly with all my heart and I realize how hard all this is on her. (There honey, are you happy? I mentioned you ) How do you go back once that bubble has burst. It’s like living your whole life, only to be told you were adopted. You feel like your entire life has been a lie. The truth is I believe in God. I always have. But for the rest I just don’t know what to do. I get depressed; I cry and even wondered if life is worth living if you’re constantly perched up on the fence. Unlike B.T.A., I have this desire to come back. I don’t want to throw in the towel. I don’t think I am ready to come up with a game plan for my families’ life with me being an OTD BT as B.T.A suggested. But there is something inside me that tells me Jews are unique. There is something “different” about our history. Can it truly be Torah?
My brain eventually kicks in and has to remind me of all the contradictions and all those lovely apologetic answers that I so do love to hear. Here comes my favorite part. When I open up to others (which I don’t do anymore) I always get: “It’s only your ‘Yetzer Hara’ taking hold of you. My “yetzer hara”? MY “YETZER HARA”? Is anyone else sick of hearing this? I don’t even know where to begin with that. Is it my “yetzer hara” that wants me to search for some sort of truth? I don’t get it. These religious people that I approach used to be secular. They know what it’s like to try to find truth in an objective matter. What happened to them? Oh ya… I forgot… the seminars. Our how about this one: “Why don’t you just stop reading those crazy books.” AARGGH. I cringe in agony when I’m close to religious people, both because of my anger and my jealousy. I hold back words such as: “You guys are all a bunch of morons.
Do you honestly believe all this? You really believe all these rabbis have Ruach HaKodesh and know everything?” But my heart also aches and I think how much I wish I was part of them. So now I’m stuck. One thing for sure is that I have decided to stay away from over the top UO people, even if that means curbing time with family. I’m afraid that my anger, even hatred sometimes towards them takes over all other emotions. I guess the person I have most anger towards and even hatred toward is God. More than one occasion I have cursed at him wondering what curse he has put on me. How can he just leave me in the gutter like this? A rabbi that I like and even one that I consider a friend once told me that it does not matter what I do, I will always have doubts. That is how I am wired. That is my doom.
Perhaps this is all really some sort of blessing in disguise (a very, very big disguise). Another facet of my life is what will happen with my children in the future. But that is a discussion for another post, if B.T.A. ….uh, I mean his great lordship B.T.A. would allow me that honor. I know this is a long post, but tough. B.T.A is paying me by the word count and I have rent due. So far he owes me $1,024.
THE BUBBLE BURTS
This post is dedicated to those that through dishonesty, cowardice and blackmail, would try to shut other people down for their opinions in their search of truth, instead of meeting them head-on in discussion.
This is my first time posting, so please have mercy.
Now you shall all hear the story of the forging of the ring of power. Oooops wrong tale. It’s my turn in telling everyone my little B.T. adventure. I have been a Bal Tshuva for about 4 years now. As far back as I can remember, I was interested in Judaism’s rich history, culture and I was extremely proud to be one of the “chosen people.” I eventually went to lectures and then to the seminars. After that, I was hooked, and by what, by Bible-Codes. I start keeping Shabbat, taking more classes all the while jumping up and down with joy knowing my Torah is from God because of my amazing bible-codes, but my doubts would eventually start to come around after reading some pretty hokey, apologetic stuff in the Chumash. When I would confront the rabbis about it, they would give me an even worse answer. I eventually turned to other books, the first one being “Who wrote the Bible.” The way I look at it is that to be fair I should look at both sides, just like what a judge would do in front of two lawyers. I started to read other materials and books. Three years ago, I went to an Israeli Yeshiva in Jerusalem to get some questions taken care of.
HA! I look back at it and realize what a huge waste of time it was for me. How many of these people actually heard of opposing arguments? All they seem to know over there, is the great proofs presented by Rabbi Amnon Yitzhak (now available on DVD folks). Only the few college trained Rabbis new anything of the Documentary Hypothesis and their arguments were more in the line of: “Well who are these critics to interpret OUR scriptures.”. I’m sure if any of these yeshiva boys knew of any of the opposing arguments they would have packed their bags and left. But they DON’T know about it. They CAN’T know about it because like what an OU Rabbi once told me, “The majority of Jews in school just don’t know how to handle topics of this magnitude.” Two years ago, I left. I stopped keeping kosher, stopped Shabbat. I stopped everything to do with Judaism.
So here I am today. I have an orthodox wife and I’m still grappling with my life. I love my wife dearly with all my heart and I realize how hard all this is on her. (There honey, are you happy? I mentioned you ) How do you go back once that bubble has burst. It’s like living your whole life, only to be told you were adopted. You feel like your entire life has been a lie. The truth is I believe in God. I always have. But for the rest I just don’t know what to do. I get depressed; I cry and even wondered if life is worth living if you’re constantly perched up on the fence. Unlike B.T.A., I have this desire to come back. I don’t want to throw in the towel. I don’t think I am ready to come up with a game plan for my families’ life with me being an OTD BT as B.T.A suggested. But there is something inside me that tells me Jews are unique. There is something “different” about our history. Can it truly be Torah?
My brain eventually kicks in and has to remind me of all the contradictions and all those lovely apologetic answers that I so do love to hear. Here comes my favorite part. When I open up to others (which I don’t do anymore) I always get: “It’s only your ‘Yetzer Hara’ taking hold of you. My “yetzer hara”? MY “YETZER HARA”? Is anyone else sick of hearing this? I don’t even know where to begin with that. Is it my “yetzer hara” that wants me to search for some sort of truth? I don’t get it. These religious people that I approach used to be secular. They know what it’s like to try to find truth in an objective matter. What happened to them? Oh ya… I forgot… the seminars. Our how about this one: “Why don’t you just stop reading those crazy books.” AARGGH. I cringe in agony when I’m close to religious people, both because of my anger and my jealousy. I hold back words such as: “You guys are all a bunch of morons.
Do you honestly believe all this? You really believe all these rabbis have Ruach HaKodesh and know everything?” But my heart also aches and I think how much I wish I was part of them. So now I’m stuck. One thing for sure is that I have decided to stay away from over the top UO people, even if that means curbing time with family. I’m afraid that my anger, even hatred sometimes towards them takes over all other emotions. I guess the person I have most anger towards and even hatred toward is God. More than one occasion I have cursed at him wondering what curse he has put on me. How can he just leave me in the gutter like this? A rabbi that I like and even one that I consider a friend once told me that it does not matter what I do, I will always have doubts. That is how I am wired. That is my doom.
Perhaps this is all really some sort of blessing in disguise (a very, very big disguise). Another facet of my life is what will happen with my children in the future. But that is a discussion for another post, if B.T.A. ….uh, I mean his great lordship B.T.A. would allow me that honor. I know this is a long post, but tough. B.T.A is paying me by the word count and I have rent due. So far he owes me $1,024.