I was talking with a friend who isn’t Jewish.
“So how are you doing?”
“Not good.”
And then I told her the whole story about what’s going on with the thing that’s been upsetting me lately.
“I know, I watch your Instagram.”
“It’s just like how much can you talk about it?”
And then I gave her a bit more background.
“Yeah, so it’s kind of like you’ve got a Catholic who promotes abortions.”
I started laughing hysterically.
I love this friend.
We talked about how many good people always tend to keep their mouths shut, while others never seem to shut up.
“It’s kind of like the Met Gala,” she said.
“The what?”
“The Met Gala.”
“Oh, the MET GALA.”
This is the annual ball in New York where celebrities wear their crazy costumes.
Nobody even knows what this Gala is all about.
But we see the gowns and the hoopla.
“I’m pretty sure you have to sacrifice a child to be invited,” she said. “People who get famous sign a contract with the Devil.”
It was a disgusting image.
I appreciated her logic.
“They’re never going to talk about the real issues in the world, are they?” I said.
“Nope,” she replied.
“Then why do I feel better talking to you?”
“Because the sound of truth is like a drink of water in the desert nowadays.”
Amen.