Last Friday night, I went to a potluck in my building. It was a bit unexpected. My friend told me about it in advance, but I had other plans. My plans got postponed, so I went.
When I arrived, it was mostly people from my program. Once the last person arrived, Ilan stood and recited the Friday night blessings, in Hebrew, as I'm used to. He doesn't really speak Hebrew (at least I'm pretty sure he doesn't), but he's Jewish, so he knows the blessings. As he recited, you can hear a twinge of an accent. He's from Ecuador. As he got to the middle, Susan joined in. She's from Canada. And I couldn't help mouthing the words. I'm from the US (I know, you all had no idea). Then I started looking around the room. Also represented was the UK, Russia, and Greece.
It struck me how uniting it is to be Jewish. Yes, I know, lame of me to say. Perhaps it's the same among Mormons, Protestants, Muslims, or Hindus. But I felt it as a Jew because that's something that's united me to this random, eclectic group of people.
My favorite part of the meal was when the food came out. Susan made chicken noodle soup, Ilan made beer chicken, and Irina made chicken curray. I guess there are things other than Judiasm that unite people. Chicken.
The picture isn't actually from the potluck, it's purim, but the US, Turkey, Canada, Germany, and Urugay are represented...
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