We are lucky to be living in a time when heresy is a personal, private issue rather than a constitutional one.
When Garry and I got married, we married in his Lutheran church because my husband still believes that stuff. I never believed it. When you are raised sort-of Jewish, you generally don’t believe that stuff. I was a lot clearer about what I didn’t believe than what I did believe … but Garry wanted a church wedding.
While we were discussing the service — who was supposed to do what and when — they said I had to kneel.
I said, “My people don’t do kneeling.” Everyone cracked up.
But that’s the thing. MY people don’t kneel. I didn’t mind the ceremony because Garry wanted it, but kneeling? Not only do Jews not kneel but if I had to get to the floor they’d have needed a grappling hook to get me back up. It was a narrow skirt and I was wearing heels. Down I could get because there would be gravity working for me, but up? Wearing heels and a snug white dress?
In another time and place, my attitude would have landed me in a dark, damp dungeon. Followed by having my head lopped off. I sure hope they kept the axe sharp.
This being “modern times,” I didn’t die for my religious preferences or for wearing a snug dress and heels.
Times change. This is a change of which I definitely approve.