After all the confessions I've made on this blog I'm sure at this point you don't even blink an eye when I admit to some peculiarity of personality so what the hell. Here's another one for the books: I love religion. Everyone's religion. I'm sort of a mutt when it comes to religion. I was raised by good people who claimed no religion who let me seek philosophy unrestrained on my own and so because of that freedom my youth was filled with wandering through most of the protestant religions available to me in my small town, everything in the range from Southern Baptist to Latter Day Saints. Along the way, I came to realize a couple of things. The greatest of these is that you can be spiritual without being rigid. If religion is supposed to make us better people then I'm a big believer in gaining insight wherever I find it. While I celebrate the traditional Protestant holidays I was raised with, I always pause to appreciate all my friends' holy celebrations along the way.
I was inspired the other day by Governor Mitt Romney's recent speech about his religion and his candidacy. He expressed my own feelings so much more eloquently than I have when he said:
"I believe that every faith I have encountered draws its adherents closer to God. And in every faith I have come to know, there are features I wish were in my own: I love the profound ceremony of the Catholic Mass, the approachability of God in the prayers of the evangelicals, the tenderness of spirit among the Pentecostals, the confident independence of the Lutherans, the ancient traditions of the Jews unchanged through the ages, and the commitment to frequent prayer of the Muslims. As I travel across the country and see our towns and cities, I am always moved by the many houses of worship with their steeples, all pointing to heaven, reminding us of the source of life's blessings."
In honor of Hanukkah, Festival of Lights, we had a rememberance and potato latkes for dinner. The potatoes aren't the celebration, it's the oil by the way, and G-d knows I can get behind any religion that celebrates fried foods even if it's only for eight days once a year. Seriously, the celebration is in honor of the Maccabean revolt in 165 BCE where the temple was regained from the Greeks and rededicated. The miracle Hanukkah celebrates is that upon entering the temple, only one cruse of oil was found that hadn't been defiled by the Greeks. That translates to one day's worth of oil to fuel the menorah but, miraculously, it lasted for eight days, enough time to rededicate and purify oil. Hence, the oil, aka fried foods, connection to remind us of the miracle of a faith.
On the lighter side, here's Adam Sandler and The Hanukkah Song:
I have to say I was challenged a bit on this one. Asking a friend if she had any recipes I should specifically make, she replied in her email:
"If you can make Latkes without them tasing like motor oil...you will win the admiration of all Jews. Personally i like greasy food now and then..but these mothers soak up enough oil to make the Arab nations drool."
Now that's funny stuff and how could I not try to rise to the challenge on that one?