I often wonder what my life would be like if I had been raised in a Christian home. Would I be the same person I am today? Would I still prioritize understanding different viewpoints – even those (or especially those) I disagree with?
It’s easy for me to resent my Jewish background sometimes. It’s the biggest reason I still feel like an outsider around Christians.
But there’s one big reason I’m grateful for growing up a minority: being Jewish in a town of gentiles who frequently misunderstood me taught me radical compassion for those who are also misunderstood, or wrongly categorized.