Today I attended a bar-mitzvah for my wife’s cousin. This service was held in a Reform synagogue, which very liberal and mellow yet theistic. It was the first theistic event I’d attended in abut 5 years.
These are the kind of services I attended as a child. This was the ceremony I performed when I was 13 years old. Those were more-or-less the words I said, under duress.
As I sat there today, watching the people who showed up avoid paying attention, it struck me how empty the place was — perhaps 10% full. Given that most of those who showed up were there for the Bar Mitzvah, I guessed that no-one at all was there for the service itself. No surprise there I guess.
We all know that the principle reason for Bar Mitzvahs and weddings to be held in church is to present the church (synagogue) to potential new members. It’s advertising; “if you don’t come to see our beautiful facility your family will be pissed.” I get it. Nice place.
So I sat there in the back row with my daughter, and we looked at the prayer book and listened to the sermon together. I pointed out each time the Rabbi begged, the idolatry associated with kissing the Torah, and the sales pitch behind the assertion that religious services were necessary for us. My atheist daughter picked up on it all, right away.
They call the service ancient. They call it time-tested. “Passed down from generation to generation”, claimed the rabbi. All true, to some extent (you can say the same for any mythology), but the word that went through my mind wasn’t ancient, it was primitive.
Intelligent people wearing prayer shawls and yamulkes, begging an invisible man in the sky to bless them and their dead relatives. I wanted to scream “Come ON! It’s 2009! we don’t need this kind of bunk anymore.”
I’m glad the pews were nearly empty. I’m glad those who attended were clearly more interested in the party that followed (which ROCKED) than in the content of the service. Finally, I’m glad I am going to live to see the decline of ridiculous theism. Good riddance to yesterday’s silliness.
Back to work.







