Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality — or lack of — for the first time.
I was 13 or had only turned 14 and in trouble and had been grounded for a long time for being a very bad teenager. I did things that included promiscuity and lying and smoking. My parents grounded me for about 6 months to a year from activities like amusement parks and other fun stuff. I can’t remember all that it included but it put a shadow over a year that was dark to begin with. It did not end my teenage rebellion but that year on Yom Kippur, at the end of the service when the congregation stood for the second to last service, the Neilah, I, for the first time felt I was a sinner and needed a God to forgive me.
I talked about it with my father on the short walk back to my grandmother’s house and although he would not cancel the grounding he was glad to hear I was sorry for being bad.
There, that was the first time I believed in God.