When you are feeling out Orthodox Judaism you still have free choice. Everybody is being so warm, even if in a pushy sort of way, promising paradise. (Well maybe not everybody, but enough of them.) At some point, you cross the line and you accept it upon yourself. In a flash, the candy truck turns into a cage, like in the scene with the child snatcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. You start hearing the word mechuyav all the time. Along with that comes the word gehennom. The idea of choice fades away. Now you have no choice, and any considerations of your individuality, desires, dreams, and predilections cease to matter. You must run all decisions by a stranger that goes by the name of the rav. You are threatened with hell. Your life is snatched away.
Here comes the kiruv man.
You step inside the candy car. And then this
He sheds his colorful cape and reveals his black coat as he howls and drives you away.
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