My brother-in-law’s step-daughter had her bat mitzvah yesterday and we were invited along to the synagogue to take part in the ceremony. The ceremony was very different from the Christian Church type of ceremony I’m used to (as, of course, it would be.) It is centred very much on the veneration of ancient scrolls and the continuation of the Jewish line and family. It was very interesting. And an honour.
At the end there was a prayer for peace between Jews and Palestinians which I found quite moving. It’s one thing to be told that “We want peace” – a statement that so many ethnic and religious groups make which is so often propaganda – and another to witness it from the inside, where there’s no hidden agenda. Where it is truly felt.
Today I’m feeling a bit fragile. I drank too much alcoholic beverage at the party in the evening.
And yesterday Liverpool lost 1-0 to Birmingham. That's a downer. Mainly because Baros didn't play. He was at the synagogue, that's why. (Well, there was someone in the front row with a Baros football shirt on. Although he was a bit young - so it probably wasn't him.)
Maybe today will cheer up. More football on telly. A roast chicken. Not too much to do.
Oh, and I forgot to mention – on Friday we bought four goldfish.
Two points if you can guess their names.