Right, on Saturday morning I went to the Reform-est synagogue I could find in north London, and then on Sunday I tried out a Unitarian chapel in Hampstead.
Synagogue
Firstly, I totally should have done more research to find out what you’re supposed to do, because it sort of started out feeling as if I’d accidentally stepped into an anxiety dream, where the pages were all the wrong way around and everyone else knew the words but me. I was petrified that someone would turn around and try to speak to me, like the guy at the door did:
GREETER: Shalom Shabbat!
ME: …Hi!
And the bit where they brought the Torah out was terrifying, because everybody else was touching it in different ways (prayer book corners? prayer shawls? fingertips? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO HERE), so I turned to the guy beside me, who had shuffled in twenty minutes late with a young woman.
ME: Uh, okay, I don’t know what to do?
GUY: I don’t know either! I’m Catholic! I came with my fiancee!
But on the plus side, the prayer books were really accessible once you got past the right-to-left issue, with English translations and phonetic version of the Hebrew all on the same page, so you could follow along really easily. And all the service leaders, three of which were women, were really cheerful and had sharp shawls. The head rabbi giggled through one particular section of the scripture that was very precise about some historical contract work that had taken place on the Temple, which was charming.
I liked the theology in the sermon a lot, which hammered the social justice, and I like the idea of Rituals You Do Because They’re Rituals as part of a worship service, except that these ones were nervewracking because they were so unfamiliar. Also that little voice going “CULTURAL APPROPRIATOR >:(” in my head. I definitely felt like an outsider, but no one was unfriendly or made me feel uncomfortable. (The rabbi made eye contact and smiled at me when I walked in, although I don’t know if that’s because I was new or because I probably looked terrified.) I did sprint for the door once the service was over, but I plan on going again next week, now that I have an idea of what to expect and do, and talking to somebody.
Basically, the content was absolutely what I am looking for. The form is very strange to me, but I like that it has such a strict form. I think I was too nervous about screwing up to appreciate it, and hopefully next week (I plan to go back) I’ll be able to get a better feel for it. I’m also planning to contact the rabbi this week to see what he has to say.
Church
This service also hammered the social justice pretty hard, but with hymnals that turned the right way and a structure I was familiar with. According to the woman I sat next to, the congregation was down about 50% because the annual member’s meeting was after the service, which is a kind of committed skiving I appreciate. The neighborhood around the church is very pleasant, and it’s right next door to the deli with the secret American-foods back room. There were at least a dozen people in their 20s there, and kids were running around in a very confident and safe way, which made me feel good about the community.
However, the spiritual parts of the service were inoffensive to the point of blandness. I appreciate that there are no absolute do-not-doubt-this beliefs, but that also means that there’s no imagery or a really solid feel of history and tradition. I know there is a strong Unitarian tradition, but it doesn’t come across: all the hymns we sang were post-1970 and the service felt like it lacked identity and self-confidence.
After looking at what I liked and didn’t like at each service, I think “BE NICE TO EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW” is the most important part of a faith for me, rapidly followed by “this earthly world is awesome” and “The Almighty wants everybody to enjoy ourselves”. But I like something more to hang onto – more specifics in the “awesome” and “enjoy ourselves”. And a firm holy text that says “HELP THE POOR AND OPPRESSED” and “PARTY NOW”. I like structure and I like a religion that requires action.
I felt more comfortable at the Unitarian service, because there was more active outreach to me as a new face, and possibly also because it didn’t require anything of me. I will probably go back next week as well.
Man, I am going to have some epically holy weekends until I sort this out.