The other day a snarky someone sought to remind me that all my blogging about the Jews is not going to make my mother one inch happier with my conversion. I was upset at that person for over a day, and for good reason: they were absolutely right.
I can’t deny that at least part of my motivation for writing here is, indeed, the hope that perhaps by thinking about all this I’ll finally figure out how to talk to my parents. I stand by that hope, even if it doesn’t quite line up with “realistic” expectations. I also suspect, which may or may not be presumptuous of me, that God shares in my hope.
Besides the obvious desire for acceptance and family peace, that hope has its origin in the deeper hope that when the Bridegroom returns, the “wife of his youth” -Israel – will be awaiting Him, along with all who have been grafted into her through Christ. The conversion of some Jews, the greater opennes and compassion of others, and the willingness by those Jews who have converted to remain sufficiently connected to their heritage so as to understand the promises given to their nation – all these are essential for that hope to be fulfilled.