Weep for it...
Today was a Blake kind of day...
All dismal and scratchy and doublespoken and intense and full and full and full...
Everything felt more than it was. I could see every line.
Today it was also hard to be me, in my job.
I thought of quitting.
To be more concrete... among other things, I was told by the interfaith council I sit on that if I want to keep Jewish books in my office, which is technically an interfaith office, than I need to accept the placement of Christian objects in that office.
If I want a mezuzah I get a cross too.
Ironic for a semi-shiksa like me.
I couldn't find a way to explain the many years and decades and centuries... to describe how much it means that I am able to carve out a Jesus-free zone on campus... to, without crying (which I did) explain that a room with the Gospel of John on the shelf will NEVER be interfaithfully Jew-friendly.
That a cross is not a mezuzah, but is a symbolof what we are told we did to destroy someone's God.
Right now I'd trade places with a chimneysweep.
Weep for it.
1 Comments:
Oh, love. I'm sorry. You do a lot of hard work with people on all sides who just don't get it. You have my undying admiration for putting yourself out there and being a disturber of the peace. You rock the worlds of a lot of people... some in a good way, some bad. But keep on rockin'. If not where you are now, somewhere else without so many brick walls to bang your head against. Keeping fingers and toes and everything crossed for your projects! May you be inscribed for an AMAZING year!
~ Polli
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