Almost half a century ago, when I was 16 or 17 and still believed in God, I went to a synagogue with some people of my church for some kind of exchange thing. The service was quite boring though, as everything was in Hebrew and I didn’t understand a thing. But there was nothing to be done except sitting still trying to be respectful. So I guess I fell into some kind of meditative state, and I don’t remember anything about that, but just afterwards I felt that I had been in the presence of God, and a sense of great gratitude. I’m still surprised I didn’t convert to Judaism on the spot; maybe I would have if I weren’t so shy...
Almost half a century ago, when I was 16 or 17 and still believed in God, I went to a synagogue with some people of my church for some kind of exchange thing. The service was quite boring though, as everything was in Hebrew and I didn’t understand a thing. But there was nothing to be done except sitting still trying to be respectful. So I guess I fell into some kind of meditative state, and I don’t remember anything about that, but just afterwards I felt that I had been in the presence of God, and a sense of great gratitude. I’m still surprised I didn’t convert to Judaism on the spot; maybe I would have if I weren’t so shy...