One thing I have been thinking about lately is my relationship to G-d, if I can be said to have one. This is something that has been troubling me a lot, actually. I find that I am still reluctant to admit to believing in G-d. Yet at the same time, I acknowledge that Judaism inspires me to act in certain ways, and aspire to certain character traits. The words kavod (honour, respect, dignity) and emet (truth) have been circulating my mind as the things that Judaism stirs me to aspire to. But I am still working to figure out exactly what both of those words mean to me. Which means, I think, that I need to seriously consider what G-d means to me. Because I’m unsure that Judaism can drive me toward morals unless I have some relationship with G-d, whatever I see G-d as.

I don’t know why I’m so reluctant to admit to a belief in G-d. Maybe it’s the baggage that belief comes with. I’m really not comfortable with big-guy-in-the-sky theology. I’m not comfortable with redemption and judgment, and I’m really not comfortable with chosenness (of these, though, I’d say my relationship with the idea of redemption is the most complicated, and I will write about it in a post soon). But I feel more and more like maybe I am a believer. A reluctant believer, but a believer. And that maybe I’ve always been. I need help figure out how to assimilate this, and embrace this, and, without qualifying it in at least ten different ways, to say out loud, “I believe in G-d.” Which means I need to know what this belief means to me, right now. And that is so hard.