Portrait of Me Reading The Torah
In the comfort of my own bed, and soft music, I sat quietly and began my trek through Hebrew sacred literature. I didn’t know a great deal about the text when I began this trek, but as Bjork played on my stereo and as my eyes scrolled up and down the pages of the Torah, I came to know the story within the first five books of the Torah. These five books were The Five Books of Moses.
BERESHIT. I thought to myself that I hoped they didn’t always use profanity in the Bible. After my moment of humor surpassed, I decided that I needed to crack down on the reading. To my surprise, the reading went quickly. Before long I was able to rest my head on the pillow that had so temptingly sat behind my back.
While I turned pages, my mother came into my room and saw that I was now consumed by the Hebrew ways of life. When I told her of our assignment she told me she was sure it would be a great experience. She left the room, and let me relish the time I had to spend with my new best friend, the Torah. By the number of pages in this book, I knew we would grow very close and understood the relationship this was about to become a long one.
Still sitting on my bed, my eyelids lifted dumbbells, each blink was harder and harder to resist. Deuteronomy came to a conclusion and so did my night. I had enjoyed the reverent interpretation the Jewish Study Bible had offered me.