When we recently began a study of the book of Esther at my church, our pastor attempted to make a connection between his audience and the characters in the story by using a couple of rhetorical questions. First, he asked us if we could identify with living in the capitol city of the world’s superpower. Since our church is located just across the Potomac River from Washington, D.C., the answer was obviously “yes”. Second, he asked if we could identify with being a persecuted religious minority, to which there were several nodded heads and muted grunts of agreement.
Except for me, of course. Sitting there in my seat, I said, “No.” It wasn’t loud enough for anyone but my husband to hear, but still I said it. Why? Because as a member of an evangelical Christian church in America, I do not feel like a persecuted religious minority: not even close. Continue reading