The High Holidays 2025
My First High Holidays as a Converting Jew
By: Frank Marchese | Becoming Ezra Shmuel
This year’s High Holidays were unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. For the first time, I wasn’t attending out of curiosity or obligation — I was showing up with intention, heart, and belonging. As someone on the path of conversion, these moments held deeper meaning than I could’ve ever imagined.
The Sound of the Shofar
When the shofar sounded, it wasn’t just a call to repentance — it was a call to awakening. Each blast seemed to shake something inside me, reminding me that change, forgiveness, and renewal are possible. I wasn’t watching from the sidelines anymore; I was part of something ancient, something sacred.
The Beauty of Community
What struck me most was how embraced I felt by my temple community. There was no questioning my presence or my journey — only warmth and inclusion. Sitting beside people who have celebrated these holidays for generations, I realized that faith isn’t about where you start, but how open you are to transformation.
As a gay man, finding a faith community that sees me completely — without judgment or fear — is nothing short of healing. The Reform community didn’t just welcome me; they celebrated me.
Reflection and Renewal
During the days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, I spent time reflecting on my past year — not just the mistakes, but the growth. Judaism teaches us that teshuvah, or return, isn’t about guilt; it’s about realignment. It’s about turning back toward who we’re meant to be.
For me, that meant acknowledging how far I’ve come — from a place of hiding to a place of honesty, faith, and light.
The Moment That Stayed With Me
When we recited the Shema together, I closed my eyes and felt a deep peace settle over me. In that moment, I wasn’t “the convert” or “the newcomer.” I was simply part of Israel, standing among my people, connected through faith, love, and purpose.
Moving Forward
As I continue this journey of becoming — of learning, growing, and finding my Jewish identity — I’m reminded that holiness isn’t found in perfection. It’s found in showing up. In questioning. In belonging.
This High Holiday season reminded me that I’m no longer just learning Judaism — I’m living it.
L’Shanah Tovah — may this year bring renewal, courage, and peace to all who are finding their way home.