I am a religious Jew, married to a rabbi and active in my congregation. I am also a research psychologist of religion and an agnostic. I realize this may sound confusing (or confused), but after years of deliberations, I made my peace with God’s possible nonexistence.

Then three children entered the picture, and peace flew out the window.

“Mommy, where did God hatch from?” Yarden asked after learning in preschool that all living things are born. Noga, my first grader, came home upset from school, saying: “Dina said God didn’t make people. Her daddy told her people came from monkeys. I told her maybe she came from a monkey but I sure didn’t. Wasn’t I right, Mommy?”
The simplest yet most challenging question came from Ma’ayan, my eldest: “Mom, do you believe in God?”

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