I used to shun most anything religious, whether it was related to my own Jewish faith or someone else’s. Religious symbols made me uncomfortable. Religious ceremonies largely bored me. Religious anything seemed like something worth skipping.
But as I went from my 20s to my 30s, I became more curious, primarily, about my own religion. Gingerly, slowly, I got to know more about Judaism, the religion of my birth. And yet, until tonight, I had never attended a Simchat Torah service. Until tonight, I did not know just how much I missed all those years when I avoided setting foot into a synagogue.