Yesterday was Passover, the only Jewish holiday to inspire an Academy Award-winning film. Being Jewish – and thus not particularly religious – I generally feel ok if I miss a holiday or two each year because I figure G-d cares more about what I do outside the synagogue than in. Plus I’m lazy, and too cheap to give to my temple. But still, I am sincerely Jewish, and as such I am highly susceptible to guilt. Which is why twice a year I force myself into doing the bare minimum with my faith by pinning a dusty yarmulke to my skull and spacing out for three hours in front of a rabbi who all the yentas think is “just wonderful.”
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