Noah’s Ark

My 5-year-old son attends Hebrew School every Sunday. Recently, he’s been learning about Noah’s Ark. Scratch that—more than learning about it. He’s being taught that Noah’s Ark was real.

You, of course, say—no, duh. What do you expect in Hebrew School? And, I admit, that makes sense. But I’m still irked. My family belongs to an extremely, extremely, extremely reformed temple. I’d guess, oh, 70 percent of the members don’t even believe in God. Come services, people are, generally, twitching and shaking and waiting for the dang things to end. Jewish guilt is a powerful weapon, so we attend. But we’re not there happily, or especially willingly.

I digress—the Ark. I’d say 99.9 percent of American Jews don’t believe in the literal interpretation of the story. Maybe there’s a moral or a lesson. But truth? No. So why do we teach these things as fact? Why do little kids need to believe them?

Answer: No sure.

Time for bed …

1 thought on “Noah’s Ark”

  1. Feels like it must be a miserable place to attend worship. Most of the people don’t even believe in God and have no real desire to be there? I’d be more concerned about what your child was learning about life from THAT than whether or not they end up believing the Ark was real.

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