That one time I was assumed to be a “Cradle Christian”

My days of trying to fit in with my college ministry can best be described as a fish learning to fly. I was making friends, but I also felt extremely inadequate, surrounded by Christians who had been Christians since diapers. Outside of that, when I met new people who knew nothing of my past, the cross necklace I wore gave the impression that I was a “cradle Christian” as well.

That’s not wrong or anything. It just bothered me because that isn’t me at all: I’m not and probably never will be someone who fits the curious, cultural Christian ‘normal.’

I’ll never forget my first day of Sociology class my junior year, and the odd series of events that happened after that. I arrived a few minutes early, so after selecting a seat at the back of the auditorium, I quietly read my bible. Soon I was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder and a voice that chirped, “Whatcha readin’?”

This intrusion by a complete stranger felt rude and startling. Upon turning around, I’m embarrassed to say my annoyance quickly evaporated when I saw that the person who interrupted me was a guy, and he happened to be quite attractive. From the get-go, he assumed I was one of those nerdy Jesus Freaks. He nicknamed me “Christian Nerd,” which eventually got shortened to just “Nerd.” I couldn’t come up with any clever nicknames for him so I just called him by his given name: Ryan.

Every day he would sit next to me, and every day he would greet me with, “What’s up, Nerd? Save any souls lately?” I always brushed him off, but was oddly flattered that my spiritual devotion was recognized in such a way that didn’t make him want to run in the opposite direction. When I used to tell people I wanted to be a rabbi, one of two things would happen next: they would be very interested and want to know more, or wonder what planet I just landed from.

Ryan seemed to have me all figured out within the first week of class. He thought I was from a family of devout Christian Republicans who home-schooled me, forbid me to wear makeup, listen to secular music, go on dates, or see any movie rated higher than PG.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him I was descended from a long line of liberal Jews who always voted Democrat, drank, cursed, and believed the only unforgiveable sin was rooting against the New York Yankees.

He was funny at first, but the constant heckling about my apparent prude-like ways was starting to get old fast.

Then one day he asked for my number, which led to asking me out for lunch after class. I let his good looks get in the way of my good judgment by saying yes.

Meeting for lunch at Wendy’s after class became a tradition, until one day he informed me that, while I was cute and all, he didn’t see me as a potential girlfriend because I was…wait for it…too Christian for him.

From “too Jewish” for Simon at Hillel to “too Christian” for Ryan in the span of a single year. Go figure.

Excerpted from Confessions of a Prodigal Daughter

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About Beth Caplin

Just an author, blogger, and editor working hard so my cats can have a better life.
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5 Responses to That one time I was assumed to be a “Cradle Christian”

  1. Pingback: Hell and other stumbling blocks | Sarahbeth Caplin | Author

  2. Dena says:

    I’d be interested in hearing why you chose to become a Christian rather than a more religious Jew. Is that mentioned in your book?

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    • Beth Caplin says:

      It all started by feeling jealous of Christians for things my Jewish community was lacking…mainly, a sense of community. There were only 7 Jewish kids in my graduating class, myself included. The theology came much later. My view of God and humanity was much more in line with Christianity than it ever was with Judaism (I’ve sort of done a 180 since then, but maybe I’ll save that for a ‘sequel’ someday). Yes, it’s all in the book 🙂

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