Girl Meets God: On the Path to a Spiritual Life

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Overview

The child of a Jewish father and a lapsed Southern Baptist mother, Lauren F. Winner chose to become an Orthodox Jew. But even as she was observing Sabbath rituals and studying Jewish law, Lauren was increasingly drawn to Christianity. Courageously leaving what she loved, she eventually converted. In Girl Meets God, this appealing woman takes us through a year in her Christian life as she attempts to reconcile both sides of her religious identity. Here readers will find a new literary voice: a spiritual seeker who is both an unconventional thinker and a devoted Christian. The twists and turns of Winner's journey make her the perfect guide to exploring true faith in today's complicated world.
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Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble
The Barnes & Noble Review from Discover Great New Writers
Embracing this book was a Discover first -- rarely does a book from the religion section find its way into our selections. But Lauren Winner's spiritual odyssey is so compellingly unique, her story so winsomely honest yet deeply intellectual, we had to rave about it.

After making a radical commitment to embrace Orthodox Judaism as a teenager, the unconventional Winner began to sense "Jesus calling" her. A graduate student with a deeply probing mind, she went in search of the truth, choosing to explore Christianity from a rational rather than a purely spiritual viewpoint. Reading contemporary southern fiction, she noted that many of the characters were Protestant, taking for granted an alien vocabulary including words like "grace," "saved," and "sin." Winner's interest in Christianity intensified after a dream in which she recognized Jesus; and after encountering the popular Mitford series, in which the characters were, "ordinary Christians working out ordinary faith in their ordinary lives," she realized that she wanted what they had. To get it, she dove headfirst into a profoundly personal pilgrimage, which she reveals with valuable insight, humor, and pathos.

Her struggle toward faith, and her refusal to avoid conflict, imbues Winner's memoir with universal relevance for seekers of every ilk. As she reaches an increased understanding of the power of faith, she creates for herself supportive and caring communities in both the Episcopal and Jewish traditions and begins to overcome jealousy, loneliness, and frustration. For she recognizes the gift and badge of true Christian discipleship (not orthodoxy but love) and ultimately realizes that a true spiritual pilgrimage is a lifetime occupation. Fall 2002 Selection

From the Publisher
“With refreshing nuance, cliché-less vulnerability and an inviting candor, Lauren Winner recounts her journey of coming to know the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. If only more of us could learn to share the gospel of God’s grace with our culture as Lauren does in Girl Meets God–with a heart for building bridges and for listening and dialoging about redemption through Jesus, as opposed to boring our neighbors with irrelevant and club-ish religio-speak.  This book should become a required text for any class on evangelism, and it is essential reading for those of us who want to learn how to share the gospel in a postmodern world.”            
–Scotty Smith, senior pastor of Christ Community Church, Franklin Tennessee

“A fun and intellectual read. With skillful imagery and a writing voice that shouts for attention, Winner takes us along for the ride on her quest for spiritual truth, reminding us of the rich tapestry of Jewish faith and Christian belief.”
–Julie Ann Barnhill, author of Scandalous Grace

Girl Meets God tells a redemptive tale, winsome and insightful, yet sure to raise a ruckus in heart, mind and soul. I’ve been waiting for Lauren Winner for a very long time, a young, sharp, sassy writer who lovingly kisses the face of God and doesn’t care who sees.”
–Lisa Samson, author of The Living End

“Over the years, several of my friends have asked me a question like this: ‘How can a reasonably intelligent person like you believe in God, Jesus, church, heaven?’ Sometimes their question implied a longing to believe in their own soul, but that longing kept running into a conflict with integrity, honesty, experience. Lauren Winner’s wonderful spiritual memoir goes right into the heart of that conflict…and smiles the winsome, wise, humble smile of a pilgrim who has some mileage on her shoes and who knows something we all need to know.”
–Brian D. McLaren, author, pastor, fellow in Emergent

“Winner’s record of her own experience so far is a page-turning debut by a young writer worth watching.”
Publishers Weekly, starred review

“Her narrative’s real strength…is its addictive readability combined with the author’s deep knowledge of, delight in, and nuanced discussion of both Christian and Jewish teachings. Intriguing, absorbing, puzzling…and very smart.”
Kirkus Reviews, starred review

“Unusually challenging and satisfying.… This book is a refreshing invitation to plumb our own spiritual depths.”
–The Roanoke Times

“Eye-opening…vivid.”
–Winston-Salem Journal

“[Winner] searches for truth within the boundaries of both Jewish and Christian orthodoxy, sucking the marrow of experience right from the bones of tradition. To watch her search is to see a small demonstration of the process described in Paul’s letter to the Ephesians: the joining of two bodies (Jews and Gentiles) in one person. Winner herself becomes a metaphor for what occurs in the person of Christ.”
–Betty Smartt Carter, Books and Culture

“Lauren Winner’s edgy brand of twenty-something authenticity is a stimulating and intelligent read that will inspire many to explore the reality of the forgiven life.”
–Margo Smith, managing director of Hull’s Family Bookstores, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

“Lauren Winner tells the story of her spiritual pilgrimage with modesty and charm. She describes her path so appealingly that many readers will ask, ‘How can I meet this guy, too?’”
–Frederica Mathewes-Green, NPR commentator and author of Facing East

New York Times Book Review
A passionate and thoroughly engaging account of a continuing spiritual journey within two profoundly different faiths.
Publishers Weekly
Raised by a lapsed Baptist mother and secular Jewish father, Winner feels a drive toward God as powerful as her drives toward books and boys. Twice she has attempted to read her way into religion to Orthodox Judaism her freshman year at Columbia, and then four years later at Cambridge to Anglican Christianity. Twice she has discovered that a religion's actual practitioners may not measure up to its theoretical proponents. (Invariably the boyfriends or their mothers disappoint.) It is easier to say what this book is not than what it is. It is not a conversion memoir: Winner's movement in and out of religious frames, but does not tell, her tale. It is not a defense of either faith (there is something here to offend every reader); and Winner, a doctoral candidate in the history of religion, is in her 20s young for autobiography. Because most chapters, though loosely related to the Christian church year, could stand alone, it resembles a collection of essays; but the ensemble is far too unified to deserve that label. Clearly it is memoir, literary and spiritual, sharing Anne Lamott's self-deprecating intensity and Stephen J. Dubner's passion for authenticity. Though Winner does not often scrutinize her motives, she reveals herself through abundant, concrete and often funny descriptions of her life, inner and outer. Winner's record of her own experience so far is a page-turning debut by a young writer worth watching. (Oct. 18) Forecast: This book has been selected for Barnes & Noble's Discover Great New Writers program, which means it will be part of a special display in every Barnes & Noble store. Algonquin plans targeted marketing in Christian, Jewish and national publications for the memoir, which has a first print run of 20,000 copies. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
VOYA
I have spent my whole life since middle school, and actually even before that, seeking God. In this collection of biographical and theological musings, structured around Jewish festivals and the seasons of the Christian liturgical year, Winner considers her path from Reform Jew to Orthodoxy to self-described evangelical Episcopalian. Frank, often funny, sometimes sexy, and disarmingly honest, her story is far from the "how I found Jesus" tract one might expect. Sophisticated, well-educated with degrees from Columbia and Cambridge, and the child of a secular Jewish father and a lapsed Baptist mother, Winner at age twenty-something is very much a modern, worldly wise young woman. Her spiritual self-examination could almost be a caricature of the self-absorption sometimes considered characteristic of GenX'ers. Her writing what amounts to an autobiography while still in her twenties might be considered premature. How, the reader wonders, does one know that she will not go off to become a Buddhist next year, but she even addresses this question. The book's appeal lies in Winner's sincerity and her willingness to share her struggle to be honest and faithful to God. Many young seekers fumbling their way to faith will appreciate the example of someone who is not a stereotypical, good-girl Sunday schooler but whose belief is heartfelt and hard-won. Her well-written, absorbing account provides an important validation for those readers who may not be ready for Kathleen Norris or Anne Lamott, but who share their bumpy paths to spirituality. Source Notes. VOYA Codes: 4Q 2P S A/YA (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; For the YA with a special interest in the subject; Senior High,defined as grades 10 to 12; Adult and Young Adult). 2002, Algonquin, 320p,
— Kathleen Beck
Library Journal
A senior writer for Christianity Today and an essayist whose works have appeared in the New York Times Book Review, Winner is a recently converted Episcopalian and former Orthodox Jew. The daughter of a lapsed Southern Baptist mother and secular Jewish father, this young writer offers a fresh perspective on the ways religion relates to the lives of Gen Xers (born between 1965 and 1976). She has structured her spiritual autobiography as linked reflections based on annual religious festivals, beginning with a chapter titled "Sukkot" and followed by essays based on the names of Christian celebrations. The book is a humorous, sexually frank portrait of a deeply engaged faith shopper, "stumbling her way towards God." The memoir focuses on her undergraduate years (when she converted to Judaism and then to Christianity) and her life as a doctoral student in religious history at Columbia University. One has a sense that Winner's head is still spinning and that she is still catching up with her changes of heart. The turbulent narrative is at first hard to follow, but its disorder becomes a delight as the author's gentle, self-effacing humor emerges. Winner offers a rare perspective, connecting Christian and Jewish traditions in unexpected ways. Recommended for larger public libraries.-Joyce Smothers, M.L.S., Princeton Theological Seminary, NJ
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-This memoir explores the transition from childhood to adulthood in a voice that is often sophisticated and learned, and occasionally naive and almost gossipy, as the author shares with candor her family ties, friendships, and love affairs. Winner is the daughter of a Reform Jewish father and a Southern Baptist mother, neither of whom talked much about God during her early years. She describes growing up in a liberal synagogue and experimenting with body tattoos, even though "-Jewish law forbids tattoos, plain and simple." As a teen, she questioned everything, and her search became inextricably bound to her social and intellectual life. She writes as one would recall pivotal events in life's journey, and not in a linear fashion. After fervently embracing Orthodox Judaism during college, she was drawn to Christianity, each change following much reading and soul-searching. Mentored by an Anglican priest during her years as a graduate student at Cambridge, she eventually took comfort in becoming a "lifestyle evangelist," which she describes as "-living a good, God-fearing, Gospel-exuding life." Now she is a doctoral student at Columbia. She admits to both a "cherished intellectual snobbery" and to being "faintly embarrassed about the role Jan Karon's Mitford novels played in my conversion." Not a treatise on comparative religion, this is an engaging story of one bright young woman's quest for faith.-Molly Connally, Chantilly Regional Library, VA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In her debut memoir, Christianity Today senior writer Winner recounts her two religious conversions, first to Orthodox Judaism, then to Evangelical Christianity. The author's Southern Baptist mother and Jewish father agreed to raise their children within Judaism, although according to religious law the girls were not officially Jews. A bookworm who loved studying and practicing the ins and outs of tradition, Lauren decided to officially convert as soon as she began her undergraduate education at Columbia University. Despite her wholehearted efforts, however-6 a.m. study sessions, her commitment to observe the laws of kashrut-she couldn't ignore the fact that just two years after her conversion, Jesus seemed to be calling her. How? There was the dream about being captured by mermaids, Winner writes, and there was the undeniable appeal of the mass-market, Christian-themed Mitford novels by Jan Karon. As a child of divorce, she may have been seeking the most stable, familial religion, Winner acknowledges, although that argument ignores a central fact: "Conversion is complicated . . . it is about family, and geography, and politics, and psychology, and economics. [But] it is also about God." When pondering the author's double conversion, one could also consider the fact that Winner was raised in the Christian South by a Christian mother. This is all secondary, however, to her narrative's real strength, which is its addictive readability combined with the author's deep knowledge of, delight in, and nuanced discussion of both Christian and Jewish teachings. Loosely structured around the progression of the Christian calendar, Winner's text weaves together meditations on the meanings of theholidays, different modes of observance, and the day-to-day difficulties of switching teams and convincing people that this time she means it. Intriguing, absorbing, puzzling, surprisingly sexy, and very smart.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780877881070
  • Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/20/2004
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 601,578
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.67 (d)

Meet the Author


Lauren F. Winner, the former book editor for Beliefnet.com, is a regular reviewer for Publishers Weekly and a contributing editor for Christianity Today. Her essays have appeared in the New York Times Book Review, the Washington Post Book World, and many other journals. She has degrees from Columbia and Cambridge Universities and is currently at work on her doctorate in the history of religion at Columbia.
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    1. Hometown:
      Charlottesville, Virginia
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 13, 1976
    2. Place of Birth:
      Asheville, North Carolina
    1. Education:
      B.A., Columbia University, 1997; M.A., Cambridge University, 1999

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Oxford, Mississippi

Back when Mississippi was dry, Ole Miss students and any other Oxford residents who wanted a drink would drive to Memphis, just across the state line, stock up on beer and whiskey, and haul it back in the trunks of their cars. Memphis was also where you went if you needed fancier clothes than you could find at Neilson's department store, or if you just started feeling itchy and trapped in the small hot downtown and wanted to go out dancing. You didn't need to leave Oxford to find a cherry Coke, which you could share with two straws at the Gathright-Reed drugstore, and you didn't need to leave Oxford to go to church. There are plenty of churches in Oxford: Baptist, Methodist, Pentecostal, Episcopal, all kinds.

Before I arrived this week for a Southern history conference, I'd been to Oxford and Memphis exactly once each, on separate trips. I was a bridesmaid at my friend Tova's wedding in Memphis, at the Peabody, the famous hotel where ducks swim in an indoor fountain and where they say the Delta starts.

I don't remember Oxford nearly as well-it had been the stop in between Nashville and Hattiesburg on a rather frantic research trip for my master's thesis, a blur of archives and oral history interviews. I hadn't gotten to do any traditional Oxford activities, like go to a tailgating party before a football game or recite an ode to Faulkner.

My trip to Oxford this time might not be any more relaxed. I'm here giving a paper at a conference on the Civil Rights movement, and my schedule will be full just sitting in the auditorium and listening to historians talk. But the conference ends on Friday and I'm staying over till Sunday morning so my plan is to try to do one traditional Oxford thing on Saturday. It hasn't occurred to me that I'll spend Saturday doing the most traditional Oxford thing there is, which is going to Memphis.

The conference, all in all, is stressful. Stressful because I feel very much the youthful, inept doctoral candidate reading a paper in front of all these famous historians, including my thesis advisor and other people whose books line my shelves. Stressful because my dress is ever-so-slightly too tight, and I'd managed to leave New York without a single pair of stockings. And stressful because one of the other people speaking at this conference is my erstwhile beau. This conference is small, only a dozen or so people participating; I'll never be able to avoid him.

His name is Steven; like me, he's a history grad student. We tried a transatlantic relationship, Steven in Arkansas (where he's getting his doctorate), me in England (where I was finishing my master's degree). But I freaked out for reasons I still don't entirely understand and broke up with him in May. I last saw him six weeks ago, early August, one very tense afternoon in Virginia. He was there working with papers at Alderman Library, and he stopped by my mother's house the day I was packing to move to New York. I was tired and distracted and we argued and he said I yelled at him the way you yell at someone you love and I denied it and he left. Later, my friend Hannah looked at me pointedly (it was over the phone, but I could feel her looking pointed) and said, "That was very unwise. You shouldn't have agreed to meet with him." "Well," I said. That was all I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

Two months later, I call Hannah from the airport, this time on my way to Mississippi. "Have a good conference," she says, "call us when you get there." Then she adds, "Don't let Steven get you alone like you did in Virginia."

Steven ignores me at first, won't even make eye contact or say hello, but the second night of the conference we all attend a reception at the Episcopal church, and he's half drunk on red wine by the time I get there. It's the only time I've ever seen him even approximate drunkenness. He had this delinquent youth in Boston, smoked pot every day from the age of twelve, passed out on the pavement from angel dust, crashed his mother's car after downing too much bourbon, and shoplifted antiques and canned goods. Once, a friend of his had been entrusted with several hundred dollars, to buy provisions for a church youth group trip. He and Steven spent all the money on drugs and then stole $400 worth of groceries: hams, gallons of milk, bags of apples. The chronology has always been a little fuzzy-I'm not sure when exactly he stopped breaking the law, but I think during college. And since then Steve's walked the straight and narrow, the extremely straight and narrow. Doesn't smoke. Doesn't chase skirts. Doesn't drink much. Swims every day. Eats wheat germ in his oatmeal at breakfast.

But there he is, standing on the patio of St. Peter's Episcopal, putting away red wine and getting slightly glassy-eyed, which I know only because he decides finally to make eye contact with me. The eyes are enough of an invitation. I walk over to him and we talk about this and that, how smart his paper had been, whether he plans to ignore me for the rest of our professional lives. When everyone else goes inside for dinner, we stay outside and talk, and finally we duck out of the back of the church and find a restaurant, where I drink a gimlet and eat the best chicken I've had in months. Then we go to Faulkner's grave, an exciting and authentic Oxford activity, and Steven, who knows these things, says that when you visit Faulkner's grave you have to drink bourbon in his honor. So we find a little liquor store, and buy a tiny bottle of Maker's Mark, like the kind they give you on airplanes, and go and sit by his tombstone, and I shiver slightly in the September air, thinking about how Willie Morris had died over the summer, and how my friend Pete, who was in Jackson then, had drunk a bottle of George Dickel in Willie Morris's honor and then gone to Choctaw Books and bought The Courting of Marcus Dupree. I think about how Faulkner is buried here right next to his wife, even though they had the most miserable marriage. And I think about how much Steven loves me, and I try to remember why I had broken up with him in the first place. This may have been precisely what Hannah was worried about.

"What are you doing on Saturday?" I ask. I vaguely recall that months before, Steve had said he might go to Hattiesburg to do research, and if that is still his plan, I might tag along. I could always use another day in the Hattiesburg archives, and it would be better than sitting around in Oxford car-less and alone, especially now that I've already done the Faulkner thing. "I'm planning on going to Memphis," he says.

"Oh yeah, what for?"

"There's this church there that I went to when I was up in Memphis in August. I thought I'd go back."

"But Steve, tomorrow is Saturday. One goes to church on Sunday."

He clears his throat and coughs. "This is a Messianic Jewish church. Synagogue. They meet on Saturdays, you know."

I do know. I am a Jew, after all. I've devoted more Saturdays than I could count to worshipping in synagogues of one stripe or another. That wedding in Memphis had been full of Orthodox Jews, kosher-keeping, Sabbath-resting Orthodox Jews in modest clothes singing Hebrew songs and dancing whirling, ecstatic, sex-segregated dances; the wedding was on a Sunday, and I spent the morning before chanting familiar prayers in the women's section of Memphis's Orthodox shul.

That was before I gave in to Jesus, admitted I'd been fighting with him all these years the way you fight with someone you love, prayed the Sinner's Prayer and got baptized. I knew all about Jewish services on Saturdays. It is one of the things you know when you are part of the olive tree onto which all the other Christians have been grafted.

Evangelical friends of mine are always trying to trim the corners and smooth the rough edges of what they call My Witness in order to shove it into a tidy, born-again conversion narrative. They want an exact date, even an hour, and I never know what to tell them. The datable conversion story has a venerable history. Paul, the most famous Jew to embrace Jesus, established the prototype of the dramatic, datable rebirth. He was walking on the road to Damascus, Luke tells us, off to persecute the zealous disciples of the newly dead carpenter when Jesus appeared to him, and Paul became his follower instead of his foe. Centuries later, John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, was atttending a meeting in Aldersgate Street; listening to Luther's Preface to the Epistle to the Romans, his heart was "strangely warmed." At that instant, Wesley later wrote in his journal, he felt that he "did trust in Christ alone for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death." Less notable personages have dramatic conversion stories, too. My high school physics teacher sat in her kitchen reading the Gospel of Mark one day when, in an instant, she knew that Jesus was God and had died for her sins. My friend Tim dedicated his life to Christ when he was four at a mission's conference at Bibletown, in Boca Raton, Florida. He had seen a puppet show about Jesus knocking on your heart. So he opened it and asked Him to come in.

My story doesn't fit very well with this conversion archetype. A literature scholar would say there are too many "ruptures" in the "narrative." But she might also say that ruptures are the most interesting part of any text, that in the ruptures we learn something new. I had no epiphanic on-the-road-to-Damascus experience. I can't tell my friends that I became a Christian January 8, 1993, or on my twentieth birthday. What I can tell them is that I grew up Jewish. I can tell them about the time I dreamed of Jesus rescuing me from a kidnapping; I can tell them I woke up certain, as certain as I have ever been about anything, that the dream was from God and the dream was about Jesus, about how He was real and true and sure. I can tell them about reading At Home in Mitford, a charming if somewhat saccharine novel about an Episcopal priest in North Carolina, a novel that left me wanting something Christians seemed to have. I can tell them about my baptism.

A few years after the dream and a year before the baptism, I sat, drinking cider that scalded my tongue, with a Presbyterian minister I had known since my first week as an undergraduate at Columbia. "Pastor Mike," I said, "I think I am beginning to believe in Jesus."

Pastor Mike sipped his cider in silence. Finally he said, "You know, Lauren, you can't just divorce Judaism." I felt like I'd been socked in the stomach. Pastor Mike urged me to talk to the campus rabbi, and then he said, "I had no idea when you told me you wanted to get together that you wanted to talk about Christianity. I thought maybe you were going to come out to me as a lesbian." Which, on a campus obsessed with identity politics, might have been more congenial than a Jewish student prattling on about Jesus.

Some weeks later, I walked into the bookstore at Union Theological Seminary and bought a Book of Common Prayer, which felt like the boldest, most daring-do thing I'd ever done. The next day I gave away all my Jewish prayer books. I left them anonymously on the steps of a nearby shul, the way an unmarried mother might have left her baby on the steps of an orphanage in some earlier era.

I haven't spoken to Pastor Mike since that morning. It's been three years. I tried to write him a letter once or twice, to say, You knocked the wind out of me with that divorce line you cavalierly tossed out over your crumb cake. But the letter didn't gel. I got through, Dear Pastor Mike, Remember last time we spoke, at the Hungarian Pastry Shop, and that was as far as I got.

Pastor Mike's metaphor, I learned, was useful: trading my Hebrew prayer book for an Episcopal Book of Common Prayer felt exactly like filing for divorce. That was the only word I could come up with. The more Christian I became, the more I needed to have nothing to do with Judaism. Every new Christian habit, purchase, or prayer was accompanied by the unlearning of a Jewish habit, the cessation of a Jewish prayer. I donated my Havdalah set and one of my tallisim to a synagogue. I gorged on lobster and got drunk on the driest, most expensive bottles of Amarone I could find. I sold crates of sixteenth-century Jewish poetry and Hebrew commentaries on the Torah to a bookstore in Chapel Hill. I got an email from my friend Leah, then a Jewish Studies major at Duke. "I was just at a used bookstore on Franklin Street, and I picked up a Mikraot G'dolot for incredibly cheap. 'Lauren Winner' was scribbled in the cover-that wouldn't be you, by any chance?" She didn't ask why I was selling off my library. The only Jewish habit I couldn't set aside was baking challah, which I kept up every Friday, two misshapen braided loaves, made with whole wheat flour, the recipe my friend Simone taught me. We had spent a long afternoon a few weeks before my Bat Mitzvah baking challah in her kitchen. That challah got me into college: my entrance essay was about baking bread as a feminist experience, about women passing down secrets from one generation to the next, in the kitchen. Pretty sophisticated, I thought, when I wrote it at fifteen. Six cups of flour, four beaten eggs, a packet of yeast dissolved in a dish of warm water, a dollop of honey, some butter, poppy seeds for the top if you want them, or raisins for the inside at Rosh Hashanah, to remind you that the New Year is sweet. Mix it all together, save for some of the egg to glaze with later. Knead it and let it rise in a warm place in a well-oiled bowl and punch it down after it doubles in size. Divide the dough into snakes and braid. The braid will always look better raw, more precise and perfect than after the bread bakes.

Divorce doesn't come easy. I am as bound to Judaism as my parents are to one another. They're not married anymore, but they have daughters, so they still see each other sometimes, at weddings and college graduations, and sometimes they talk on the phone, about going in together on an expensive birthday present for me or my sister. I gave away all my Jewish books and let go of all my Jewish ways, but I realized, as I spent time with other Christians, that Judaism shaped how I saw Christianity. It shaped the way I read the Bible, the way I thought about Jesus, the way I understood what He meant when He talked about the yoke of the law. I found my heart sometimes singing Jewish songs. I thought I had given away all my Jewish things, but I found that I hadn't. I'd just given away some books and mezuzot and candlesticks. I hadn't given up the shape in which I saw the world, or the words I knew for God, and those shapes and words were mostly Jewish.

Shortly after buying that Book of Common Prayer, I moved to England, to study for a master's degree in history at Clare College, Cambridge. Cambridge is where I was baptized and confirmed, where I first received communion, where I learned Christian liturgy and hymnody. Cambridge is where I learned to say simple phrases like "I'm a Christian" and "I'm off to church."

When, two years later, I moved back to New York to begin doctoral work, I had to learn something else: how to be a Christian in a neighborhood where everyone knew me as an Orthodox Jew. I didn't know how to tell Jewish friends that I had become a Christian, didn't know how to explain to old professors why I now could attend classes during Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur, didn't even know what to say to my accommodating Catholic acquaintance who, delighted that I was back in New York, had made dinner reservations for us at a kosher dairy restaurant on the East Side.

Just after Labor Day, barely three weeks after I'd moved back to New York, I traveled to Baltimore to meet with a couple, Jews turned Episcopalians. We sat rather awkwardly in the kitchen of their refurbished Victorian, drinking coffee and making small talk. They were not sure why I had come, and I could not explain. Finally I blurted out, "I tuck my cross underneath my blouse every time I see someone in a yarmulke. On Friday night, I actually ducked behind a fruit cart because I saw an old friend from college-it was clear she was coming from Shabbat services, and it was equally clear that I was headed to a local Italian restaurant where I would do forbidden things like spend money on Shabbat and eat forbidden food like shrimp scampi and prosciutto."

"Oh," said the wife. "Now I see. You've come to see us because you're trying to figure out how to put your life back together."

On the train back from Baltimore to New York, I made up my mind to do several things: buy a Hebrew siddur; call up my friend Tova, whom I had avoided since joining the church; and visit a Messianic Jewish synagogue.

Messianic Jewish synagogues are the spiritual homes to congregations of Jews who have become Christian, but who retain some Jewish practices. They worship on Saturdays, they sometimes pray in Hebrew, they observe some of the Jewish holidays. Their men wear prayer shawls and yarmulkes. Their women dress modestly and sometimes cover their hair.

I have always hated Messianic Jews. They have always made me want to run screaming in the other direction. This hatred is not a very Christian way to feel, but I feel it anyway. They have always freaked me out, they unnerve me, they give me the willies. I want to shake them and say "Make a choice! Pick a religion!" But on the train back from Baltimore I was pierced by a sudden sympathy. Making this choice is not so simple after all. Relinquishing all your Judaism at the foot of the Cross isn't easy. Maybe the Messianic Jews knew something that I did not know.

So it seemed providential when, sitting there by Faulkner's grave, Steven-who is no more Jewish than Quentin Compson-said he planned to spend Saturday morning at Brit Hadasha, home to Memphis's Messianic Jews.

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Table of Contents

Sukkot 1
Oxford, Mississippi 3
Advent 23
Morning Prayer: John 8 25
All Angels' 29
Conversion Stories 38
Shopping for a Creche with Hannah 65
Christmas 69
My Icons and Me 71
Epiphany 77
Baptism 79
Tu B'Shevat Muffins 82
Conversion Stories 88
Taxonomy 100
Family Values 107
Lowell House 111
A Winter Wedding 114
Lent 117
Ash Wednesday Evangelism 119
Reading Fast 123
Iola 130
Prayer Life 133
Randi Waits Anxiously for a Phone Call 149
Grinning Bananas, Teal Crescent Moons, and Other Body Art 152
Holy Week 157
Palm Sunday 159
Holocaust Fantasies 163
Seder Stories 165
The Viaticum 180
Opal's Easter 189
Eastertide 197
Contraband Party 199
Bede 200
Ascension Day 202
Confession 206
Family Reunions 216
Two Funerals, and a Wedding 218
All the Questions You Might Want to Ask about Angels 221
Pentecost 225
Shavuot 227
The Bible I Use 238
Reading Ruth 240
Speaking in Tongues 253
Paring Knife 259
Albemarle Pilgrimage 261
Credo 268
Mary Johnson's Sampler 272
Religious Revivals 276
Sanctification School 278
On Rebuilding a Jewish Library 282
Advent 291
Shabbat Morning 293
Notes 297
Acknowledgments 305
A Reader's Guide 307
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Introduction

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Foreword

1. A major theme in Girl Meets God is friendship. Who are some of Lauren’s friends, and what role do they play in her spiritual journey? Do friends play a similarly important role in your own life?

2. Fidelity is a motif in Girl Meets God. How does Lauren respond to her friend Hannah’s infidelity? Why is infidelity such a poignant and pointed topic for her?

3. Two different chapters in this book have the title “Conversion Stories.” Why do they have the same title? Do they tell similar or different stories about religious conversion?

4. Lauren’s book is structured according to the Jewish and Christian calendars–it is organized around liturgical seasons and holidays like Sukkot and Advent. Why is the book structured this way? What effect does it have on you, the reader?

5. Lauren suggests that “ruptures are the most interesting part of any text, that in the ruptures we learn something new.” (p. 8) How is Lauren’s story marked by ruptures, and what do we learn from them?

6. Upon converting to Christianity, Lauren gives up all things Jewish–she even says that “trading my Hebrew prayer book for an Episcopal Book of Common Prayer felt exactly like filing for divorce.” (p. 9) Is divorce an apt metaphor for Lauren’s relationship with Judaism? Does she eventually recover some of her Jewish practice?

7. What is the plot of Girl Meets God? Is it a coming-of-age story? A story of a quest? Does it present clear questions at the outset, and, if so, does it offer tidy answers to those questions at the end? When Lauren is a teenager, a woman from her synagogue gives her a poem thatinstructs “Return with us, return to us, / be always coming home.” (p. 34) Is Girl Meets God a story of homecoming?

8. Lauren says that the “very first thing I liked about Christianity, long before it ever occurred to me to go to church or say the creed or call myself a Christian, was the Incarnation.” (p. 51) What is appealing to Lauren about the Christian story of the Incarnation?

9. Lauren’s story is one of spiritual change and conversion, or making and remaking her spiritual self. In what ways is the story of reinvention a distinctively American story? Have you experienced an analogous remaking or reinvention of self?

10. Geography and place play a central role in Lauren’s narrative. To what extent do the landscapes of the American South and New York City shape her experiences?

11. Lauren readily admits to being a bookworm. What role do books and reading play in her spiritual development? How have books been important in your own life?

12. Memoir, as a genre, involves the author presenting a particular self to her audience. To what extent does Lauren suggest she has “arrived” as a Christian? Does she readily admit to spiritual failings, or is she eager to present herself as someone with all the answers?

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Reading Group Guide

1. A major theme in Girl Meets God is friendship. Who are some of Lauren’s friends, and what role do they play in her spiritual journey? Do friends play a similarly important role in your own life?

2. Fidelity is a motif in Girl Meets God. How does Lauren respond to her friend Hannah’s infidelity? Why is infidelity such a poignant and pointed topic for her?

3. Two different chapters in this book have the title “Conversion Stories.” Why do they have the same title? Do they tell similar or different stories about religious conversion?

4. Lauren’s book is structured according to the Jewish and Christian calendars–it is organized around liturgical seasons and holidays like Sukkot and Advent. Why is the book structured this way? What effect does it have on you, the reader?

5. Lauren suggests that “ruptures are the most interesting part of any text, that in the ruptures we learn something new.” (p. 8) How is Lauren’s story marked by ruptures, and what do we learn from them?

6. Upon converting to Christianity, Lauren gives up all things Jewish–she even says that “trading my Hebrew prayer book for an Episcopal Book of Common Prayer felt exactly like filing for divorce.” (p. 9) Is divorce an apt metaphor for Lauren’s relationship with Judaism? Does she eventually recover some of her Jewish practice?

7. What is the plot of Girl Meets God? Is it a coming-of-age story? A story of a quest? Does it present clear questions at the outset, and, if so, does it offer tidy answers to those questions at the end? When Lauren is a teenager, a woman from her synagogue gives her a poem that instructs “Return with us, return to us, / be always coming home.” (p. 34) Is Girl Meets God a story of homecoming?

8. Lauren says that the “very first thing I liked about Christianity, long before it ever occurred to me to go to church or say the creed or call myself a Christian, was the Incarnation.” (p. 51) What is appealing to Lauren about the Christian story of the Incarnation?

9. Lauren’s story is one of spiritual change and conversion, or making and remaking her spiritual self. In what ways is the story of reinvention a distinctively American story? Have you experienced an analogous remaking or reinvention of self?

10. Geography and place play a central role in Lauren’s narrative. To what extent do the landscapes of the American South and New York City shape her experiences?

11. Lauren readily admits to being a bookworm. What role do books and reading play in her spiritual development? How have books been important in your own life?

12. Memoir, as a genre, involves the author presenting a particular self to her audience. To what extent does Lauren suggest she has “arrived” as a Christian? Does she readily admit to spiritual failings, or is she eager to present herself as someone with all the answers?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2012

    Interesting, but dry.

    I found this to be an incredibly slow read that meandered through a young woman's thoughts on her conversion to Orthodox Judaism and further conversion Christianity.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2009

    We need more of these!

    Just incredible. Winner appears to be an academic but her writing is easy to access as it's almost conversational. Love it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2005

    Finally!

    Finally a Christian woman who thinks for herself. Lauren Winner is inspiring and delightful. She doesn't take herself too seriously, but she takes her faith(s) very seriously. Her unique perspective on Christianity and Jesus made me stop and think all the way through her well-written memoir.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2004

    Attention All Seekers!

    Seekers of any faith will see themselves in some part of this book. I thoroughly enjoyed this account of Lauren's spiritual quests and especially enjoyed the glimpses into Judaism (of which I know little). The very best thing about this book is that it illustrates how present God is in every aspect of our lives (if only we choose to see Him). Uplifting in every aspect, I highly recommend this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2004

    'girl meets God': An Inspiring Book for the Soul

    ¿girl meets God¿, a Memoir, is first the story of an extraordinary woman, Lauren Winner, who explored two faiths with devotion and courage. Lauren Winner is the daughter of a Southern Baptist mother and a Jewish father, and was raised as a Reform Jew. During college, she converted to Orthodox Judaism and then, to Christianity. Her story is filled with the challenges that such changes imply, from dealing with family and old friends, to presenting herself anew to the world. The book is a collection of personal stories, and follows a religious chronology articulated around the Christian and Jewish calendars of one year. However, even if the book appears to be the story of one year, it is in fact a lifetime story condensed in one ¿religious¿ year. One should keep this in mind in order not to be confused with the real (temporal) chronology of events. ¿Girl meets god¿ is also a book about tolerance. One will learn a lot of things about Judaism, and what Judaism and Christianity have in common. Lauren is an excellent teacher and conveys an original way of thinking in this regard. Moreover, although Lauren has finally chosen to be a Christian, her book is not about converting one to Christianity or offering support to Christians. Her story shows that Christianity is not the only right path in one¿s life. Her story is above all, a story about God. Finally, ¿girl meets God¿ is a book for EVERYONE. It does not matter that one has nothing in common with Lauren, one surprisingly relates to her story, and recognize oneself in her interrogations and aspirations. Lauren just found the words for you. This book is a great companion for everyone who wishes to undertake (or re-undertake) a spiritual journey in order to make more sense of their lives. One laughs, one cries with Lauren throughout her stories. And at the end, it is like one made a new friend. ¿girl meets God¿: A Book for the Soul.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2003

    Hit the Motherlode with this One

    Winner writes bare-bones and with great humility about the spiritual walk her life has become. What may be (mis)interpreted as an aimless soul just searching for some sort of a spiritual connection is revealed as a brilliant young woman who delights in her search for those most enigmatic of virtues: truth and peace, and, most importantly, communion with God. By interweaving and dovetailing two of the world's great religions, Judaism and Christianity, she leaves the reader wrapped in a rich tapestry, one laden with brilliant pearls of wisdom. Upon finishing Girl Meets God, I chose to keep it on my nightstand. Winner's book is too priceless to be relegated to the shelf of 'already read books.'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2003

    Few Have the Courage to be This Honest

    The power of the unadorned truth is amazing. This woman is killer smart, funny, and immensely entertaining. She creates these wonderful constructs that conclude in statements that go straight to your heart, and you cry because you are more than you were, and you know she speaks the truth. Thank you Miss Winner.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2003

    Charming

    Winner's book is wonderful not only because of her obvious talent, but because of her excruciating honesty. As a self proclaimed 'nerd' I find comfort in academia and understand the difficulty of reconciling knowlegde and faith. While this book does not give easy answers (I don't think I would like it so much if it did), it is thought provoking and encourages the reader to view things through different glasses.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2003

    A True Spiritual Memoir

    Fascinating story, well-written, Lauren Winner clearly has talent not only as a writer but as a spiritually-sensitive and honest human being. The story is not run-of-the-mill in that it describes two distinct spiritual awakenings, not one, and it is absorbing. My only complaint is that at times it feels like the story of a grad student (which it is, albeit a serious one)thereby limiting its message to a youthful audience (note some of the reviews on the dustjacket making reference to R.E.M.). Nonetheless, an absorbing read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2003

    I LOVE THIS BOOK!

    I relate to Lauren so much! What I like about her book is, although I don't know the author personally, I feel that I know her now and could sit down and talk to her about her life, experiences, thoughts, and feelings for hours. It's a wonderful book and I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2002

    Writing so beautiful there's no comparison

    All I can say is, I had read three paragraphs when I called up my friends and said, 'get this book. Listen to the way this woman writes. What a voice.' Oh, and yeah, the story is good too. This book will be a classic. One you'll want to read over and over!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2002

    A compelling book

    This book has already been recommended by me to 100 of my friends, and I only began reading it three days ago. And just today, finished it. It is without a doubt one of the most compelling books I've read in a long time. But, unlike other reviewers, I would not compare Girl Meets God to any work by Anne Lamott, (though I love Anne Lamott). Rather, Girl Meets God is more like an ageless classic, after the style of C.S. Lewis...but with a little more flair. Like the book Mere Christianity I predict, Girl meets God will be read over and over and be popular for generations to come. And yes, there is a charm to this book, but it's a haunting charm. A charm that stalks you and keeps your thoughts turned towards the possibility that what this woman is writing about may be something I need in my own life, as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2002

    A Modern Spiritual Classic

    This is a fascinating story of a young woman's path from Judaism to Christianity (Episcopalianism). I loved it for two reasons: first, boys howdy can she write! Second, the story was very accessible and touching, and the spiritual insights applicable, even for a reader who (like me) didn't know much about Judaism or Episcopalianism. Readers who like Annie Dillard, Jan Karon, or C S Lewis will love Girl Meets God.

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