Until my 60s, I never went into synagogues except for weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs and the High Holidays. Nothing about the services, the rhetoric, the participants atracted me, that is, until, at my wife's urging, I went to West End Synagogue. In brief, the fierce intellectual independence of the members, encouraged by the clergy, united by a desire to know more about their past and their present, has become addictive. It's not a place to stand pat, to ignore others, to abandon hope or curiosity.
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