Friends have told me that the get ceremony, to which I am walking, is demeaning, primitive and meaningless.ĭemons flitter and play along the narrow hallways of Jerusalem’s rabbinic court. The Jewish divorce derives from a ceremony steeped in tradition, played out by husband and wife in a rabbinic court.
The civil divorce derives from the decree of a civil court. Only this document states categorically that I am divorced according to the Law of Moses and Israel.
But to remarry in Israel, where I live, and to have “Divorced” rather than “Married” written on my identity card, I need the get. I already have a civil-divorce document, signed and stamped by an Israeli judge from the district family court. If all goes well at the courthouse this morning, I will receive my get, a Jewish writ of divorce. Now, just as the Children of Israel walked back to their homeland, their freedom, I am walking to mine. I wept and wondered, too, for 27 years of married life. By its rivers we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion and wondered how we could sing the Lord’s song in a strange land. The travel agencies on Cyrus Street are not advertising group tours to Iraq, not yet. Two thousand five hundred and thirty-six years later, I walk down his street in Jerusalem, on my way to get divorced at the district rabbinic court. Two years after Cyrus, King of Persia, conquered the Babylonian Empire, he allowed the Children of Israel to return to their land. Leaving Babylon: A Walk Through the Jewish Divorce Ceremony
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