The last thing I ever expected to be in my life was a Christian. Being a child of the sixties, I had dabbled in various Eastern philosophies, and my personal beliefs were a conglomeration of different ideas including Karma, reincarnation and faith in a personal God. I considered myself Jewish in terms of culture and birth, but I never really practiced or was intimately aware of any of the tenets of Judaism. Yes, I had a bar mitzvah. Yes, I knew about Passover and sometimes fasted on Yom Kippur. I even prayed to God. If I ever gave any thought to Jesus Christ, I figured I was Jewish and had a direct line to His father. Anyway, I found the entire idea of Jesus and Christianity somehow uncomfortable, certainly not for Jewish people.

Chiropractic college didn’t help. I learned about an innate force that supposedly healed and regulated the body—kind of an internal Star Wars” notion. After graduation, I even received a second degree in Reiki (Tibetan energy healing). I advertised in New Age publications and did spinal screenings at New Age expositions. I fit right in. Crystals were cool. I had been trained to do horoscopes. I practiced Transcendental Meditation. All ways lead to the top of the mountain, right?

Wrong! But I didn’t know it yet. The year1992 found me floundering, spiritually bankrupt and very unhappy. I was forty-seven, working in a large clinic using my coveted Doctor of Chiropractic and going nowhere fast. Yet in His divine mercy, the Lord had a plan for me all along.

I was the only Activator doctor at this clinic, and one afternoon the owner asked me to look after one of his patients who needed a specific chiropractic adjustment that he couldn’t perform by hand. I walked in and found Mary, a striking blue-eyed brunette, surrounded by her four children. She was in low back pain, and I was somewhat overwhelmed by the whole situation. Mary sensed my unhappiness and started to witness to me. Well, I was ready to try anything at that point. The Lord had already prepared my heart. She read the entire third chapter of John to me, and I actually sat and listened. She told me about Jesus. It all sounded good: forgiveness for sins, a divine Advocate who would never leave or forsake me, blessings, being born again. I was ready to hear more.

Mary, a massage therapist, suggested a therapeutic massage to deal with my obvious stress level. Of course, she used the opportunity to continue witnessing about Jesus. I had a lot to think about. Was this man really the Jewish Messiah? Where did all of this leave a Jewish boy from Brooklyn? I figured that I had nothing to lose. One night that week, I sat alone at my desk and prayed the sinner’s prayer. To be honest, I really had no idea what I was doing, but everything started to change—all kinds of stuff I hadn’t bargained for.

As days turned into weeks and months, my values did a complete flip-flop. I just couldn’t understand. Why hadn’t I seen things this way before? The Bible really was the literal Word of God. There were absolute values and a price to pay for transgression. Abortion wasn’t OK. Halloween wasn’t justa fun holiday. Homosexuality wasn’t just another lifestyle. Even some of my most coveted beliefs changed. I was a UFO buff. I loved science fiction, but now I came to realize that the real battle Scripture describes as going on in the heavenlies between angels and demons was much more exciting.

Within a few weeks of commiting my life to the Lord in July, 1992, I was attending a church in Oakland, California, and I had been baptized. Mary was patient with me. We had become friends, and she continued to disciple me. I began to read Scripture like never before, and I began to really understand my Jewish roots.

I understood how Judaism and Christianity really fit together. Jesus Christ was Yeshua Ha-Mashiach, Jesus the Messiah. He had really fulfilled all the ancient prophecies in the Torah and was, in fact, the sacrificial lamb who died for our sins. Christians were worshiping the Jewish Messiah. There was no doubt. There was no way Jesus could have been just a wise man. He didn’t claim to be a man. He claimed to be God. He was crazy or deceived, or He was God! And wonder of wonders, He died on the cross and was raised from the grave three days later. He lives today, and I was beginning to know Him, personally, one on one.

My old friends and family thought I was going off the deep end. Their reactions ranged from, “It’s OK for you—it seems to have changed you in a positive way,” to the worst case scenario: “You are a traitor to your people.”

My spiritual discernment continued to grow. I had once looked at Mary in complete disbelief when she said about Jesus, “I know Him better than I know you—personally.” Now to my complete amazement, I found myself in tears, telling others, “I know Him better than I know you—personally!” My world had turned completely around. I joined the Full Gospel Business Men’s Fellowship International. I watched The 700 Club. I listened to Focus on the Family. I found myself marching for Jesus—marching for people’s souls.

It says in the Bible: “For he is not a Jew who is one outwardly, nor is circumcision that which is outward in the flesh; but he is a Jew who is one inwardly; and circumcision is that of the heart, in the Spirit, not in the letter; whose praise is not from men, but from God” (Romans 2:28-29). In the past two and a half years, Jesus has circumcised my heart.

He has kept me on the edge and has built my faith. He has forced me to build my spiritual muscles. He has taught me to gain by losing (Luke 9:24), to rise by lowering (1 Peter 5:6), to get by giving (Luke 6:38) and, most important of all, to truly live by dying (John 12:24).

I was supposed to be unemployed on January 1, 1994. The Lord saw fit to provide and continued my employment at the very last moment. At that time, the Spirit moved me and I conceived the brochure, “Steps to Unity: Chiropractic, Christianity and You.” At first I published and distributed it myself and gave some to my employer to distribute. However, I realized from the first that it was not my own property. It belonged to the Lord. Subsequently, it was given to and published by the Christian Chiropractic Association. Now the Lord’s Spirit is moving and the brochure is going everywhere. If only one person reads it and through it comes to know the Lord, then all the efforts that have gone into its production are worth it. We know that His Word never goes out in vain.

I pray continually for my people. The Jewish people will always be very special to the Lord. Jesus, of course, was Jewish. He never meant to start a separate religion. In fact, I came to realize that Christianity is really not a religion at all. It is a personal relationship with the Jewish Messiah. I know that without that relationship there is nothing. And if one really seeks the truth and studies the facts, there can be no doubt that Jesus is who He claimed to be—the Messiah. If He wasn’t, the Jews of His time were right in seeking His death, for He would have been guilty of the worst type of blasphemy. I know that He lives today, and I am one bit of proof that He is coming for His people. He has not forgotten us. The scales will fall away from the eyes of my Jewish people; the scar tissue will be removed from our hearts. So it is written, so it shall be done. But we will all have free will. Please join me in praying for my people’s redemption. Help us to realize our heritage and receive our inheritance in the Kingdom of God.

Allan M. Rockmael, D.C., is a Jewish believer in Jesus. He received the Lord in July of 1992. He holds a Bachelor of Arts from Harpur College, S.U.N.Y. and a Doctor of Chiropractic from Life Chiropractic College West. He currently practices in San Francisco, California. He has written a gospel tract for the Christian Chiropractors Association entitled, “Steps to Unity: Chiropractic, Christianity and You.” Anyone interested in obtaining this tract should write directly to Christian Chiropractors Association, P.O. Box 9715, Ft. Collins, Colorado, 80525-0500.