I live between worlds – between faiths, and
cultures, and worldviews. And now I find myself ‘fitting in” less and less.
I am a Jew who follows a rabbi – Jesus. I don’t
“just” follow him; I have given my total allegiance, reputation, life, eternity
to him.
In the Western World people who follow Jesus
are called “Christians” and are often Gentiles. I am not a Gentile, but I am a
Christian.
I spend time with people from Muslim
backgrounds and people who reach out to Muslims; in every encounter I must
weigh whether it is wise to tell the person I am Jewish. For some it is a great
offense to be in the presence of a Jew, for a handful they are moved deeply by
meeting a Jew for the first time and sensing some kind of kinship relationship.
I spend time with people from Jewish
backgrounds; to them I am an insider, one of their own … until they find out
who I follow. Then they want to know when I stopped being Jewish and started
being Christian.
Symbols often mark a person’s identity. A
yarmulke says you are a Jew, a Bedouin head dress that you are a Muslim.
Neither of them indentifies whether you follow Jesus Christ or not. I enjoy
wearing a variety of head coverings. They help me live between worlds I
suppose.