And I don’t mean Oprah.

Let me get this elephant introduced right at the beginning.  The word “Orthodox” and I are not friends.  Nevertheless, he exists, and I suppose it would be rude for me not to introduce him.  I don’t like him, but everyone seems to know him, so to ignore or rename him would be somewhat pointless, although I certainly try.

See, “Orthodox” did not choose his own name.  It was one of those nicknames that sort of arose as a differentiation.  Yuk!  A name chosen by way of contrast??  Would you do that to your kids?  Start calling one shorty because another was taller??

Once upon a time, all Jews followed their special book: the Torah.  They weren’t all perfect, nor did they all believe in G-d, nor did they all live happily ever after.

Over time, many movements came and went.  Some lasted; others didn’t.  When movements began that altered some traditions and rituals, a name was chosen for those that did not change.  That term was “Orthodox.”  And it stuck, though its mommy and daddy never chose the name.

The sad part is, I need to use this name sometimes because it’s the one everyone seems to know.  I find labels in Judaism annoying and divisive at best.  To G-d, we’re all Jews.  He judges us based on an incredibly complicated series of variables.  Do you think there are three (4? 5?) archways in Heaven, divided out by denomination, like going through customs at the airport??  Oh my no.

When people call me Orthodox, it annoys me.  Especially when they say, “In the Orthodox religion, are you allowed to….”  I understand, yes, I get it, but this is not a new religion, hon.  We all are one people.  Our behaviors and beliefs may differ, and we may find each others’ ideologies wrong at times, but that’s been constant since time immemorial.

Why highlight our differences with labels?

Don’t worry if you use The Word though.  I’ve used it, in entitling this blog.  I need to, now.
But I don’t hafta like it.