So no one asks me ‘what do you think……?’. My son the catechuminate….a word that I have likely shamefully misspelled. I have never really thought that much about defining him as such- he is most uncomplicatedly my son. However he chooses to present himself to others, or explain himself to the world around him, he will remain my son. What does a Jewish mother want most for her son? Contrary to what many may believe, not a Nobel prize. Nor multiple degrees. Just (as Solomon would say) “a good name”- or to put it another way, integrity. I want to see him make wise decisions, walk in the strength of those decisions, and deal with the challenges of life. I do not want him to cower in fear (as I did for so many years)- unwilling to wrestle with difficult relationships. I want to see him embrace the mantle of responsibility that we are all given, without excuse, shirking or shrinking away from the demands that it may require. I want to see his wife and children gaze up admiringly into his face, knowing that the leadership he provides for them is trustworthy, and that the example he sets for them is beyond reproach. I want only that he should be well, in body, soul, and spirit. He should prosper as his soul prospers. If being a catechuminate produces such fruit in him, then I will rejoice. Yet, frail human that I am, the insecurity of not knowing what lies ahead, of seeing “only in part”, and struggling with so much that has gone before…impediments to faith, erosions of trust…I am left with tattered threads of prayer hanging loosely over an embryonic hope that Love will remain the changeless foundation of this new doctrinal home.