NEW POST!

Sorry I haven't posted in a while I've been out. (Nothing serious just surgery)
So what to talk about... Ah the light of my life, the life preserver that keeps my head above water, the food and water for my soul and mind. Yes the magical substance I am talking about is religion. The thing that keeps insanity at bay and clears away the confusion of the world (or at least part of it).
Now not all religions can do this in fact in my opinion only one, the one, you guessed it Judaism. Oh-yeah!
Judaism is a full body religion, an experience, you have to live Judaism to understand it, books are good, great really. but when it comes to certain things you have to experience them in order to understand them. And oh how I am experiencing Judaism!
Every time I turn around there is something else to love about Judaism. Holding the Torah, an Alliah picking fruit, yes even picking fruit is an experience. There is something about, having a certain prayer for every thing that makes life that much more meaningful.
Every morning, every night, every meal, it all has meaning and its wonderful, fantastic.
Well that's enough of my raving for a while.

Oh I almost forgot, my surgery was very minor I just got my tonsils removed, and I don't want to hear anyone telling me that its bad or that the doctors just do it for the money. I don't care its already been done. More on that later.

Live long and prosper.

Jewish

I'm Jewish! Yesterday was my Hatafat dam Brit (The poking bit, I wont go into details) then I went in the mikvah followed by a ceremony where I held the Torah for the first time as a Jew, said Shema for the first time as a Jew and was Blessed with my name Nachman Ovadya "compassionate servant of G-d".
Words alone cannot begin to explain the over whelming joy that pulses through my very soul right now. last night and this morning I said my prayers as a Jew and it was amazing like I said I can't explain it.
Tomorrow I am going to weekly minion and Saturday I will have my first Aliah, Life is good!

Passover

Ah its that time of year again you know what I'm talking about. The bland food, the cracker crumbs. Passover is here.
So far my Passover has been pretty good. For the first Seder we went to the Rabbi's house. In all there were about twenty people at the Seder and we knew them all for the most part. I really enjoyed the Seder, it was entertaining (yes a Seder I didn't fall a sleep during) funny and meaningful all in one. The Hagada the Rabbi used this year was called "A Different Night" I forgot who wrote it but whom ever he is he got tired of the stereo typical boring Seder and made a new Seder for the A.D.D. in all of us. Anyway everyone had a great time and I really felt like a part of the community.
We have been volunteering as much as we can at the Shul, and right before Passover there's a whole lot to do. So we've been kind of getting in the community a little more which is nice. The people at Shul seem to be excepting us, some even want me to go out with their daughters but we wont go into details.
Yep conversion time is just around the corner and it feels like crunch time, I'm not worrying about the needle or about taking a bath in front of a witness. I am worrying about the Beit Din, I think I will be okay about the heart questions but if they ask any factual questions, I will either freeze up or not know the answer. Mom keeps telling me its not a test its just a inquiry to see if I really want to convert for the right reasons. I know I shouldn't worry but what can you do?
I really hope people don't think that I am converting because of my parents. I am doing this for me I have always wanted to convert and I have always loved Judaism, this is my decision. I am not really an excitable person and I don't openly show my emotions so I don't want it to look like I am going through this like a robot I am extremely exited and I have never wanted something so bad.
I hope everyone enjoys their season of flavorless crackers that spread crumbs all over the house and dry out your mouth. Hag Samayoch.

Peace out.

Ian Cauthen

P.S. did anyone else forget to count the Omer on the second night? My bad.