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.”
BERE’SHIT. 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.