What happened was a miracle. With all due respect to the parting of the Red Sea, this seemed a bigger miracle, something I could not possibly have imagined. When my mother returned from her shopping,…
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If you’ve never before set foot on the UC Berkley campus, your education is not yet complete. This was the early 70’s (those first few years akin to the counter-culture 60’s). My brother and I…
Before telling my dad about my conversion to Christianity, I decided to warm up on my mom. I knew she’d be upset and I knew she’d yell but she never yelled as loud as my…
On one hand, my conversion to Christianity seemed so sudden, a fantastic answer to a quick, desperate prayer. But it was also the culmination of an unconscious search that had been going on in my…
That night, before I went to bed, I made the following prayer: “God, all my life I’ve heard about Jesus, but Jesus has been forbidden knowledge to me. If it’s really possible to have a…
But something else, much more troubling than a Jews For Jesus poster, had invaded my blissful college life. Early one October morning (the year, once again, being 1973) the door to my room burst open…
They called themselves Jews for Jesus. I knew nothing about them, absolutely nothing. And I knew nothing about Christianity itself. For that matter, even though I was raised Jewish, I knew nothing about Judaism. In…