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Beliefs & Traditions


Can You Be Jewish and Believe in Jesus? Julia’s Story.
Can you be Jewish and believe in Jesus? Discover Julia’s powerful three-year journey through identity, biblical prophecy, and finding unexpected peace.
May 245 min read


Not Quite an Atheist After All
So, it turns out I’m a liar.
To you, dear reader—but mostly to myself. Not an earth-shattering lie, nothing scandalous… just the realization that I’m not quite who I thought I was.
After a great exchange with friends (and if you haven’t read it yet, see Zero Gods, Four Voices: Exploring Jewish Atheist and Secular Identity), a little red flag emerged.
May 104 min read


Shabbat Dinner with My In-Laws: Traditions, Food, and Family Life
The most beautiful concept I discovered while converting and living in Israel was the power of Shabbat, specifically Friday night. Depending on the family and the moment, it could feel like anything from a simple weekly gathering to a solemn kind of communion.
In my in-laws’ home, it often shifted between the two, shaped by the mood and the week behind us.
But to get to Friday night dinner, we had to go through the week.
Apr 285 min read


Zero Gods, Four Voices: Exploring Jewish Atheism and Secular Identity
I sat at my laptop and hit “Send,” feeling like a total intruder. Yes, they had agreed—but still. Here I was, a convert nudnikit (AKA totally annoying), emailing questions about God to people who had been Jewish their whole lives and hadn’t thought about Him in years—or ever.
Why bother these kind-hearted people? I wanted to clear up a common question many non-Jews have: How can someone be Jewish and an atheist? It sounds like a contradiction—but it isn’t.
Apr 183 min read


Secular Heart versus Religion
When I was five, my mother invited a nun into our home for “the talk.” I don’t know where she got the idea from. I was an active child and all I wanted was to be climbing our one tree or bouncing on the sofa. Alas, my mother made me sit and listen to this woman she introduced as Nun Something.
I wasn’t thrilled. Her long gray dress, strange white cape, and the way she stood with her hands clasped over her stomach didn’t help. My mother stood by the doorway, watching nervousl
Feb 75 min read
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