My
opportunity to get the story came midway through the flight when my four year
old needed abba to help cope with the noisy flush of an airplane toilet. The attendant was organizing drinks in the
kitchen when I asked how long he had been a flight attendant for. He said three
and a half years. I asked how he managed with Shabbat flights. He said that he
was now a senior attendant and he had the leverage to organize his schedule as
he pleased. He continued that he had
only been religious for just over a year.
I prodded him to explain how that happened. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I had been an attendant on a
route from New York to Florida and during Channukah the flight was packed with
religious Jews. I realized that I was
Jewish and I knew nothing about what it means to be Jewish, so I picked up a
book and started reading. That was that’.
My
daughter then tugged at my arm and it was time to go, though, I wanted to hear
a more detailed version. Nonetheless,
the moral of the story is there. Granted,
I am sure his journey was not that simple and fraught with twists and turns. At
the same time, all it takes is curiosity, a small desire to understand. Because the Torah speaks for itself. Its wisdom continues to be ahead of our time
and the Jewish story that is playing out before our eyes is evident. Scientific discoveries continue to
demonstrate the complexity of creation in a way that makes it less and less
likely that it happened ‘by accident’.
The facts are there, it just takes desire.
Ellul is
the time to reawaken that desire to know, to understand on whatever level. As long as the curiosity is nurtured and one
chooses to learn, the rest will often fall into place.