A few days ago I stumbled upon an English bookstore and persuaded myself to buy some books. I bought a Jane Austen classic, Persuassion, which is only second to the wonderful Pride and Prejudice. I also purchased The Promise, by Chaim Potok. Now this book was dangerous for me to read (side note: I ended up reading the whole 300 page book in one night, not a good idea). As I read Potok´s carefully crafted sentences and beautiful descriptions of the Jewish world in New York, it gave me that desire that seems to come every two years or so, to be a Hassid. Don´t ask me where that comes from, but it is there, about every two years. In any case, it made me proud to be Jewish, to come from such a deep history of perserving the Word of God. And then that makes me want to go to Seminary. Yada, Yada, Yada... I guess I want too much in life. I want a thrid world orphanage, and to debate theological matters with Jews in the coffee shops of New England.
The whole thing became wierd when I was walking out of this shopping center and saw that an educational collage of posters had been set up. As I got closer I realized it was all about Anne Frank and other Jewish testimonies of the Holocaust. It was the oddest thing to be standing in the middle of a culture so far removed from Eastern Europe, reading about my heritage. It was very odd.
The whole thing became wierd when I was walking out of this shopping center and saw that an educational collage of posters had been set up. As I got closer I realized it was all about Anne Frank and other Jewish testimonies of the Holocaust. It was the oddest thing to be standing in the middle of a culture so far removed from Eastern Europe, reading about my heritage. It was very odd.
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