Sitting across my desk, the husband looked at me as his wife gazed down. “Rabbi, he said, “we want to thank you for everything you’ve done for us. But we’ve decided not to continue with the conversion.”
I wasn’t shocked at their decision, but it did feel like a loss. Three years earlier, we’d met on a Shabbos morning. We pushed our respective strollers to my house from Shul and shared a Shabbos meal. Over time we learned together on many nights. We opened Kabbalistic writings, shared our homes and sat in my Sukkah.
However, the rigors of Jewish observance jolted their marriage. Once, while I was driving with the husband in his pickup truck over the Columbia River, he said, “To be honest, I’m not sure I can give up Burger King.”
Now that the couple was ending their Jewish path, I told them that the clarity they achieved for their life was a success.
I don’t seek converts. Yet, during my 15 years serving as a rabbi in Portland Oregon, the journey of the convert has been my journey. When I work with potential converts, I tell them that the path looks different for different people. And it’s not right for everyone.
When I first moved to Portland, there was a young woman who came to our community from Central Oregon. She had a Jewish boyfriend. They started coming to our Shul for a while and we got to talking about Judaism. At one point she said to me, “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with traditional Judaism and how it views women.”
I told her that this was an important issue for her to resolve. I encouraged her to go out and seek her path. I wasn’t sure where she would go. From time to time, she would call or email me. We had long discussions about gender and about the different branches of Judaism and about passages in the Torah.
The Hebrew term for convert is Ger, literally someone who sojourns. The term “Ger” implies that someone is coming from the outside and may not feel permanent with the Jewish people. Every time I meet a potential convert, I am intrigued by their path. Something inside me wants to understand them more deeply, since we are each on our own journey in Emunah (faith).
The journey of the convert started long ago. It’s written in the Book of Ruth. Two women—Ruth and Orpah—had a moment of self-discovery at the very same time.
Their mother-in-law, Naomi, was once a prominent woman. But by the time we meet her in the Book of Ruth, Naomi is a destitute, bereaved woman, preparing to walk back to Israel from the fields of Moav. Initially, the three women set out together.
Naomi told Ruth and Orpah, “No my daughters, go back to your home, and may G-d do kindness with you.” Naomi explained that Ruth and Orpah—foreigners—would have no marriage prospects in Israel. These women had lived and buried their dead together. Now it was time to part.
They lifted their voices and wept… Orpah kissed her mother-in-law and Ruth
clung to her…
Naomi protested Ruth’s embrace. “Orpah has gone back to her gods, continue with her and go back home!”
And Ruth said, “Do not urge me to leave you…Where you go I will go, where you sleep I will sleep, your nation is my nation, your G-d is my G-d.”
With these words, Ruth sums up the journey of the convert. As she embraced Naomi, Ruth clung to the people of Israel. Together they walked to Beit Lechem where Ruth found the fields of Boaz. There she scraped out a living, gleaning sheaves.
Boaz told Ruth that her path was the path of Chesed, doing “kindness,” as it were, with G-d. Ruth had found “refuge under the wings of G-d’s Presence.”
How can the convert know they are ready to embrace the Jewish people and HaShem? How can they change their identity and become the son or daughter of Avraham and Sarah? It doesn’t happen quickly, but somehow, they connect with the Jewish people. Then, in a moment of self-discovery, they find themselves.
“Your people are my people, your G-d is my G-d.”
I saw it happen with the young woman from Central Oregon. One Shabbat morning, she showed up early to Shul. It was the first time I had seen her in
months. Something felt different. “Rabbi, I am going to become Jewish.”
She wasn’t looking for my agreement. It just was. Come what may, she was going to be Jewish. And she was right. She entered the covenant of Avraham, and, together with her boyfriend (soon-to-be-husband) embarked on building a faithful home in Israel. Today, when I hear about her acts of Chesed and her Jewish kids, I think back to her early steps on her journey, all those years ago.
In recent weeks, I’ve been looking back at my years in Oregon. I think about the Gerim. I remember the nights we learned together. I remember dancing at their weddings and pushing our strollers on Shabbat.
I didn’t mean to spend so many years walking down the path of the convert. Yet, I’m grateful to be on this road. Where they go, I will go. Their journey is my journey.