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Let's cut out the shul snobbery and be grateful

Barriers between the regulars and three-times-a-year Jews only harm us as a people

September 10, 2009 10:08

By

Miriam Shaviv,

Miriam Shaviv

2 min read

In the past two years, I have been to shul no more than a dozen times. A crisis of faith? Not at all. Because my neighbourhood has no eruv, and I have very young children, I rarely go to services on Shabbat — when I would not be able to carry or push them — and attend, instead, on Yomtov, when the restrictions don’t apply.

I have been a shul-goer all my life. But on the rare occasions when I do make it nowadays, I feel like a stranger. I have no regular place to sit; I don’t even know where the “good” seats are. I know some people, yes, but in a 1,200-family shul, it can take a while to spot them. I am not entirely sure of the customs of this particular synagogue (we were members elsewhere before the children were born). It is all very disorienting.

Perhaps as a result, as we approach the High Holy Days, I can’t help but feel a renewed appreciation for the thousands of secular Jews who are about make their own annual appearances in shul — the so-called “three-times-a-year Jews” (that’s only three times less than me).

For the majority, the shul experience must be utterly alienating. At least I know exactly what’s going on in the services. But if you don’t speak or perhaps even read Hebrew, and the tunes are unfamiliar, and you have no-one to talk to in Kiddush, and you don’t even know where to hang your coat, how connected are you really going to feel on the longest service of the year?