Issues 01:09 The Son of God
The rabbi’s voice was warm. His eyes were filled with concern as he asked, So please explain, what is this your parents are telling me? You believe in Jesus? Is this true?” He listened quietly as I, one of his own bar mitzvah boys, the son of family friends, told the story of how I […]
There was a voice burning in the desert. A promise. And today my people build tabernacles in a foreign land and glance through their roofs at the stars, dust in their faces, their beards, their fists. Where is Messiah? A stone of stumbling to my people. There is a land flooded in war. A promise? […]
Back in the days when most New York Jews lived in tenements, they would go to the public baths. However, the children were bathed at home in a small washtub. When they grew too big for the washtub, they too went to the public baths. Rabbi Gottlieb took his eight-year-old son, Davey, to the baths […]
When I was a child growing up in New York City, some of my playmates in the neighborhood were of different religious backgrounds. Some were Protestant; some were Catholic. I wasn’t quite sure what the differences between the religions were. My friends seemed to be interested in the same sports I was, went to the same schools I did, and had the same difficulties in their studies. But, when the holidays arrived, each of us celebrated different ones. So, I approached my father and asked him what the difference was between what we believed and what my friends believed. He began to tell me the story of the three rings.
Every town had its beggars, and the little shtetl of Vaysechvoos was no exception. As a matter of fact, in Vaysechvoos, being a beggar was considered as respectable an occupation as any other. In a way, those who were in need felt they had permission from the Lord Almighty to go door to door and […]