The Power of the Butterfly Breezes of Kindness: An Old Testament Letter from Exile and the Ash Heap

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To Joshua and the Good Doctor:

In the shadow of my banishment, when I was suspended, gagged, and shunned from my professorship, I wandered as one cast into the wilderness. I had proclaimed, “I stand with the Jews,” called Hamas Nazis, and the earth shook beneath me.

My Christian brethren turned as stone; I was slandered—called a violent wretch, a sexual sinner, insinuations that ventured close to calling me a paedophile—by a plague and scuttle¹ of lawyers, faculty and administrators, their lies a roaring wind. The mighty Jewish councils heeded me not, as though I were Job, crying out from the ash heap, forsaken (Job 2:8).