At Columbia, I would have fled campus to celebrate Passover safely, rather than hosting a seder of my own and inviting professors, as I did at Hillsdale College.
At Yale, my eyes might have been stabbed by a protester rather than opened as they were at Pepperdine University, where I attended graduate school.
Jewish students are not safe on many college campuses. At my Christian colleges, I not only survived, I thrived.
I found kehila kedosha, holy community, in its dining hall and dorms. I studied Hebrew there. I baked challah weekly, and in breaking bread with my Christian friends and classmates, I found spiritual kinship and rich conversations about faith that reminded me of Hebrew school.
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