I haven't read your whole post, but will later. You're not a goyim. You're a goy. Goyim is plural. Please proceed. I have a mezuzah, I love that you've had them too. Mine looks like a Hebrew National frankfurter. Because I'm an irreverent Jew who loves a good Jewish frank with sauerkraut and mustard. Or used to, before I stopped eating meat. xo
Do you know the origin of the mezzuzah? It's most remarkable in the Passover story. Pharaoh decreed that the first born son be killed in every household. The practice is linked to the Exodus story, where Israelites marked their doorposts with blood so the "destroyer" would pass over their homes during the plague of the firstborn. The destroyer or the Angel of Death. But it's the scroll that keep people safe, it's the words, the creed, writing by a sofer (scribe) on the scroll. The allegiance to the faith and trust in God. I know a lot of non-Jews who put them on their doorposts. Do you touch your fingertips to the mezuzah each time you pass, and then bring them your to your lips for a kiss. Observant Jews (and not so observant Jews) do it. I do it. It's a very grounding moment, I always feel something. It brings me to a center, to a place of remembrance. And I'm not an observant Jew, but I'm proud of my heritage. xo
Thanks for the backstory on the mezuzah. “It’s the words..” Love it. I don’t know the practice of touching it, another physical aid to keeping important things top of mind. I’ll tell Molly.
It's a very sweet thing. Thanks for starting this convo. And I don't think about money all the time, either. I felt sad reading that. But that was his happy place, I suppose. xo
I haven't read your whole post, but will later. You're not a goyim. You're a goy. Goyim is plural. Please proceed. I have a mezuzah, I love that you've had them too. Mine looks like a Hebrew National frankfurter. Because I'm an irreverent Jew who loves a good Jewish frank with sauerkraut and mustard. Or used to, before I stopped eating meat. xo
Will correct asap. Thanks for the catch. Oy.
Vey.
My attention, these days, is about 50-50 what I can see/do right before me and what's out there beyond my reach but so terribly disheartening.
I wonder what I might install as a metaphorical mezuzah in my life?
Thanks, Stew!
Do you know the origin of the mezzuzah? It's most remarkable in the Passover story. Pharaoh decreed that the first born son be killed in every household. The practice is linked to the Exodus story, where Israelites marked their doorposts with blood so the "destroyer" would pass over their homes during the plague of the firstborn. The destroyer or the Angel of Death. But it's the scroll that keep people safe, it's the words, the creed, writing by a sofer (scribe) on the scroll. The allegiance to the faith and trust in God. I know a lot of non-Jews who put them on their doorposts. Do you touch your fingertips to the mezuzah each time you pass, and then bring them your to your lips for a kiss. Observant Jews (and not so observant Jews) do it. I do it. It's a very grounding moment, I always feel something. It brings me to a center, to a place of remembrance. And I'm not an observant Jew, but I'm proud of my heritage. xo
Thanks for the backstory on the mezuzah. “It’s the words..” Love it. I don’t know the practice of touching it, another physical aid to keeping important things top of mind. I’ll tell Molly.
It's a very sweet thing. Thanks for starting this convo. And I don't think about money all the time, either. I felt sad reading that. But that was his happy place, I suppose. xo