Last spring after Passover I had lunch with two friends: a convert to Judaism and a Reform rabbi. I know this sounds like the start of a joke that goes something like, “three women, a rabbi, a former-Christian, and an Israeli-American went out to lunch…” But this was no joke.
My former-Christian friend eyed the menu and announced with a sheepish grin that she craved a BLT, but didn’t want to offend our rabbi friend. The rabbi’s response? “You enjoy your lunch. I don’t look into other people’s plates, and I hope they don’t look into mine.” As it should be.