Answersplease:
Part I
Being new here, I’m unfamiliar with the technical aspects of responding to others’ comments, and so I’m concerned that this may be formatted awkwardlly, but I would like to respond to at least a few of Answersplease’s comments. From the vigorous muscularity of Answersplease’s remarks, I will make the perhaps unwarranted assumption that Answersplease is male, and so, for reasons of style, will use male pronouns in referring to him. My apologies to all who are offended by this assumption.
First as to the apparent contradiction between my being pleased that some Roman Catholics are so joyous in their love for Jesus that they wish to share it with me but not wish them to try to do so without an invitation. If love of Jesus brings you joy, I’m glad for you. If you wish to share it with me, that’s fine too, but please, please, keep it to yourself. Respect my wish to be let alone. Were I to have a wife so desirable that other men would admire and desire her, that would be expectable–but I’d certainly want them to keep their thoughts and feelings to themselves, except to congratulate me for my good fortune. And, Answersplease, I congratulate you on having found Jesus. Loving Him is your solution. Please permit me to find my own.
Answersplease also says that God has commanded him and ALL Christians and Messianic Jews–to convert Jews to Christianity. No doubt there are some Jewish people for whom conversion to Christianity, whether Roman Catholicism or another branch of the tree, is a good course for them. Yet, if we are to believe the Torah and the New testament, then God speaks through many mouths. He has spoken with the tongues and points of view of many different men–and at least one woman. How many different prophets were there? Does God say the same thing through the medium of the clinically depressed Jeremiah as He does via other prophets? When the Prophetess Deborah speaks the word of God, are the words unisex, or might her womanhood influence her expression of His thoughts and wishes (I certainly would be surprised to learn somehow that she had a voice like Charlton Heston in the film
The Ten Commandments). And the Apostles: did they all say precisely the same thing? Of course not!
Second, SINCE YOU ASKED, I will amplify on my previous comment, “…to reflect an attitude that is, if not actually unclean, then certainly patronizing.”
When you so disrespect something so central to a person as their religious identity, where do you stop?
Do you draw the line at choosing to not knock on their front door on a Sunday morning to distribute copies of
The Watchtower as the JWs do?
Or do you behave as the overbearing Baptist “Christian Bookstore” owner mentioned in today’s “Catholic Q & A Featured Question: How do I deal with inappropriate proselytism?”
If you believe that the “Old Jew” down the block or “that Jewish kid” in your child’s class has no right to their own religious faith, how will your children react to that? Will they be as disrespectful as you, or might they take your disrespect further? Kids can be pretty cruel, you know, and they often act out what they perceive as their parents’ wishes.
Let me tell you a story: One Saturday afternoon in the Bronx when I was about eight years old, I was walking home and passing across the street from St. Nicholas of Tolentine Roman Catholic Church at the intersection of Fordham Road and University Avenue, both wide streets, so I felt pretty safe. I was small, never a good fighter, and believed that there were too many people around for some bigger kid to beat me up. There weren’t any guns back then, but the Bronx was still a pretty tough place where anything could happen, and sometimes did. I passed near a few boys playing on the sidewalk and one, older, larger, and much more heavily built than me turned around. and barked at me, “Kid–you Jewish?”
“Yes,” I answered, puzzled at his question.
“You crucified Christ!” he shouted, and spat at my face. “AND NOW I’M GOING TO CRUCIFY YOU!”
I turned and ran, desperately, fast, faster than I knew I could, not taking time to look back. By the time I made it home I had lost him and whoever of his friends that might have joined him. When you’re eight years old, you do tend to take people at their word, and it hadn’t ocurred to me that it would have been highly unlikely that he would be able to carry out his vow. But who told him that? What sort of adult, whether father or mother or member of the clergy would talk in front of their children and tell him that some other little children in the neighborhood had murdered Jesus? Apparently, some did. .
Two years later, I had learned to ride a bike in the street, and so was less vulnerable than as a pedestrian on the sidewalk. One day, though, I was on the sidewalk by the Aqueduct Park and was walking my bike there. I passed by a small crowd of much older boys, somewhere in their mid teens, with classically Irish faces. I hadn’t thought that I had done anything to offend them but one walked over and started spittng at me. Just spitting at me as I walked. Then the whole bunch surrounded me and, just for laughs, they all kept spitting at me, and they didn’t stop. I had no idea where this was leading to or what was going to happen to me. Some of the spittle, however, missed me and landed on the bike. I took out my handkerchief and slowly, methodically, began to clean the road dust and grime off my bicycle with that piece of spit. One by one, these older boys stopped spitting on me and started spitting on the bike, and I used their spit to continue cleaning. At one point I asked them to spit on a part which was particularly dirty, and they obliged me. Eventually they lost interest and wandered off.
Continued in Part II