Growing up, I didn’t like my name. It didn’t feel right to me. Instead, I wanted to be a Steven or a David. Nor did I like being the short kid in class. I wanted to be tall. At least tall enough to make the basketball team. And I especially didn’t want to be the only Jewish kid in the neighborhood. Why couldn’t I be a “normal” Christian like everyone else?
On Self-Acceptance
On Self-Acceptance
On Self-Acceptance
Growing up, I didn’t like my name. It didn’t feel right to me. Instead, I wanted to be a Steven or a David. Nor did I like being the short kid in class. I wanted to be tall. At least tall enough to make the basketball team. And I especially didn’t want to be the only Jewish kid in the neighborhood. Why couldn’t I be a “normal” Christian like everyone else?