Taught a class this week on the concept of Torah from Sinai.  The issue at hand was did, indeed, the Revelation at Sinai take place exactly as described in the Torah?

But before the conversation progressed very far, one of the women asked:

“Were you told this growing up?  That the Torah was given at Sinai in this miraculous way?  What was that like?  Because this was not a conversation we ever had in MY family.”

I tried to answer her question without the curse of knowledge.

And said:

I wasn’t told that it happened.  It was like the oxygen in our air.
I wasn’t told “my grandparents” were at Sinai – I was told WE, our very souls, were at Sinai.
It wasn’t A Conversation.  It was multiple conversations, off-the-cuff comments, references to faith, belief in miracles, and hope for the future, replaying infinitely and exponentially.
It wasn’t blind faith.  I challenged, asked, insisted on consistency and cohesion and synchronicity and order.  And got it.

What were you told?