Sometimes I wish I were Jewish.
Even just a little. It’s a genetically predetermined religion, and as far as I know I am not even a little bit Jewish.
The only thing that has ever motivated me to even consider my genealogy is the (hope?) idea that maybe I’m a descendant of King David. Yet my doubts always seem to prevent me from searching for something that (probably) isn’t there.
When I was a little boy, I didn’t want to be a fireman or a policeman when I grew up. I knew I could be superman, but how realistic is that? What I remember wanting to be (maybe not from a very young age, but certainly as a child) was a rabbi. I still do, sort-of. The more I learn about Judaism, the more I feel like it fits. I took an interesting test recently, and it said my beliefs were something like 96% compatible with Reform Judaism. Silly genetics.