Of Evil
It's difficult to explain the depths of my religious sentiments to various people in my life. To all intents and purposes, people perceive me as an ordinary secular Israeli girl. I don't look religious. I don't (usually) dress in long skirts. I don't speak of God as "elokim" instead of "elohim". I don't hang in religious circles. Yet, I'm not an ordinary secular girl. I'm not an ordinary religious girl either. I'm a woman of God. I have taken specific vows to serve divinity. Divinity's message leads my everyday actions. It guides my choices. My religiousness isn't in my clothes, or in my hair. It's in my veins, in my heart, in my mind, and in every little thing that I do.
I don't like to talk about it. My connection with the divine is a Mystery. It's a gift, and it's private. Things get complicated sometimes, though, especially when ethics are concerned. As a woman of God, I cannot stand to be around people who are immoral according to my religious convictions. I cannot stand liars, cheaters and hypocrites. I don't care what social norms say. Some things I cannot tolerate. If people took marriage vows, they should respect them. If they don't respect them, they cannot be part of my life. Same with people who don't treat others with dignity.
It hurts. It hurts me to see divinity defiled by those people, who otherwise could be close to me. It hurts that I cannot explain. It hurts to know that they'd laugh in my face if I ever tried.
I don't like to talk about it. My connection with the divine is a Mystery. It's a gift, and it's private. Things get complicated sometimes, though, especially when ethics are concerned. As a woman of God, I cannot stand to be around people who are immoral according to my religious convictions. I cannot stand liars, cheaters and hypocrites. I don't care what social norms say. Some things I cannot tolerate. If people took marriage vows, they should respect them. If they don't respect them, they cannot be part of my life. Same with people who don't treat others with dignity.
It hurts. It hurts me to see divinity defiled by those people, who otherwise could be close to me. It hurts that I cannot explain. It hurts to know that they'd laugh in my face if I ever tried.