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It was my second time meeting with Chana with the hopes of renting her Jerusalem apartment. I was in Israel on a research grant and following an ulpan (intensive Hebrew immersion course) in Jerusalem, had moved to Tel Aviv to be closer to my university. After just a few weeks of living by the water, I felt pulled back to Jerusalem.Chana went through a checklist of the idiosyncrasies of the apartment. It would be furnished and I would not need to, nor would I be permitted to, bring my own bed. The school across the street could be loud at lunchtime. There was no dishwasher, of course, but I was welcome to use the laundry machine provided. And then almost as an afterthought she added, “Shabbat. Of course you keep Shabbat.”“Well,” I started. And that was the beginning of the end. “I may turn on the lights here and there.”“No. No turning on and off the lights. You must keep Shabbat.”“But—,”“No. No. I cannot. My friend rented to someone like you and first she had a car accident. Then…” her voice trailed off. “No. I cannot take the risk.”When she instructed me to say a prayer as I touched a cookie to my lips, I knew our meeting was over. I had lost the apartment. I was Jewish, of course. But that wasn’t enough.I did end up moving to Jerusalem, but to an unfurnished apartment. Unburdened by the requirement to keep Shabbat and feeling a sense of belonging in my new community, I started to keep Shabbat, to the disdain of my brother, who got lost on the way from Ben Gurion airport since he arrived on a Saturday and I wouldn’t pick him up. We spent one absurd Shabbat afternoon, him in the bathroom, having mistakenly turned the switch on the outside of the door off before he entered, beseeching me to turn it back on. “Come on! This is ridiculous.” Unable to convince me with logic, he even tried to outdo me, suggesting, “If I touch the door and you do at the same time as you flip the switch, it’s as if you’re not even really using your own energy.”The thing was, I knew it was absurd. At least a part of me did. I wasn’t sure if God really cared about such things. I struggled (very Jewishly) with teasing out my rationale for doing things.Continue reading.
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