This rumination by my father requires a backstory. He attached the article, by one Fred Narvey, sometime in the 1990s in the magazine/paper Jewish Currents. The publication appears still to be in existence.
Basically two men meet, one, religious, is on the way to the synagogue on the Sabbath, and the other, who denominates himself a "secular" Jew advises he is on the way to a peace march. The conversation focuses on the secular Jew's and religious Jew's respect for each other's position on how to be Jewish, their definitions of God (Is God only a philosophy or something more) and spirituality, what books can or should be read by a Jew or non-Jew (like Sholem Aleichem), and what groups, literary and otherwise, a secular Jew or non-Jew or both, can or should join.
They do not resolve their academic (and as we know a very real) dispute. And they go there separate ways with the farewell of "Shalom".
This was also written at a time (and it was always thus) that my father was struggling with belief, or lack thereof. While I remain pleased that he ultimately decided to join the Catholic Church, I do not think that struggle abated. But as a good man worried about where a sole daughter would bury her father, I concluded from one of his statements, "I want to make it easier for you", that there had been no Damascus moment and only a practical consideration. But few have Damascus moments. He did it. And he came to Mass every Sunday without fail from 2003 until 2008 when he died at age 90. He acted on his conversion in a very real way. He did not have to.
So here is his reverie on the article which reflects, in my view, his struggle.
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It is the Paschal Season. Normally the imminence of Passover and Easter has no special impact on me. In this matter, I am in philosophic sympathy with the musings of one Fred Narvey, in his article, Two Jews on One Shabbos. I am not as definitive as he is on the non-efficacy of prayer. Like him I derive some "spirituality" from reading a story by Sholem Aleichem, Peretz, Simon Dubnow, Chaim too, that is Chaim Zhitowski, and I raise him an I.J. Singer, and his brother A.J., who, by the way, had he not died early would have been a better writer. During these reflections I fear greatly hearing a thunderous voice from the sky admonishing me, as he did Job, with a wrathful, "Where were you when I created the universe?"
Now, do not take me as a rank believer. But it does seem there is something a little more spiritual in the contemplation of an unimaginable infinity, where a point of light takes five billion years to reach us, something indeed a little more spiritual than the musings of Tevye, and his fiddler, who teeters on the roof of a house, in a Shtetyl, in a country, in a world that is but a speck in the universe.
Forgive me the outburst. In conscience I was suffused with a sudden desire for an onion roll, the long one, as I walked along Fairfax Avenue. But, the bread counters were overcrowded with the faithful, impatiently clamoring for enough bread and cookies to fortify against the coming seven days of privation and the inflexible Matzoth, and maybe the thought that there is among them many who go to synagogue for reasons other than those of Fred Narvey--he attending services at weddings and funerals out of respect for friends and not this demanding God.
But then, as Fred says, "God is a separate question. . .a philosophical term." He is a concept, embodied only in truth, justice and compassion for our fellow man. He is not God, that is, an omnipotent being in space who sits in judgment of us mortals. "I do not believe," he says at base.
He may be right. He is so assured, so confident. He goes to peace marches, even on the Shabbos. He is host of a literary group known as, "Mama Loshen". He cannot be tagged with some current, convenient name. He is, by his own admission, a "pedestrian". This is almost godlike omniscience and omnipotence to those of us less gifted.
I am more fearful that there IS a God, call Him a philosophical term if you like, that He exists outside, and that he might not have any interest in us at all, or our futile peregrinations, our endless peace marches over the millenia. Fred knows there is no God, or if He is, He is man made. What is his proof that God is not?
Easter Sunday is approaching. Perhaps I will join my friends and family members at Easter Mass in the Cathedral. It's only an hour, and a wonderful ceremonial rite. What could I lose?
