I have started this article five or six times already, trying to sound bright and witty so that you’ll think I know what I’m doing. This is the first time I’ve ever written a piece introducing myself to our entire newsletter readership. My good friend Amy Rabinovitz was editor of this publication for the last seven years. Since she will be spending the next year in Israel , we were badly in need of an editor, and guess who didn’t volunteer? ME!! I was minding my own business, traveling in our Jews for Jesus van through the endless corn country of Iowa . My husband and I were in the eighth week of our evangelistic tour. The day was hot and muggy, and it was our third wedding anniversary. Then came the phone call.

It was Moishe Rosen saying that he wanted to assign me as editor of this newsletter. At first, I wanted to tell him it was the dumbest idea he ever had. Aside from writing a few articles, and corresponding with my mother every now and then, I’ve never done any writing. Oh, in the back of my mind I’ve pictured myself hunched over a typewriter, pushing up the glasses that keep slipping down my nose, pounding out words that ring with intellectual clarity, inspiring to the soul. But, I never quite got that far (I don’t even wear glasses). My initial reaction to Moishe’s assignment was far from noble or courageous; in fact, I was scared to death! And still am! The only thing that kept me from telling him I didn’t have what it takes to be editor is that I was afraid he’d believe me and give the job to someone else.

So, now that I am the editor let me tell you how I view my new position. Since I’m somewhat melodramatic, I first had visions of being a great heroine, rushing in to save the newsletter from extinction. Then I realized that if I didn’t assume the editorship, someone else would, and I knew I really wanted to do it. In preparation, I sat down to read the stacks of correspondence from you, our readers, who have written to us about the newsletter. You have told us how great it has been, how much God has used it to bless your lives, and the vision it has given you of what He is doing among the Jewish people. My job is to make this great newsletter even greater, and I’m going to need some help from you, our readers.

Are you reading still?

So, dear reader (and believe me, anybody who’s reading this article is very, very dear to me), I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO MAKE THIS NEWSLETTER SPEAK TO YOUR HEART. We at Jews for Jesus want you to love what we love and feel the sense of adventure we feel in this ministry. I’d like to hear from you so much about this, that if you’ll write me a letter saying anything about the newsletter, I’ll send you one of my favorite recipes. I would have printed it right on this page, but Moishe Rosen said the newsletter is mainly read by men who wouldn’t have much use for a chicken-soup-like-my mother-never-made-it recipe.

In case you’re wondering about my qualifications to send you such culinary advice, here is a short summary of my credentials. I was born in a Jewish home in 1951, in a section of New York City called the Bronx . I came to believe in Jesus in 1972, and was married in 1976 to Jh’an Moskowitz (who is a handsome, dedicated Jewish believer, but who isn’t much help when it comes to spelling or grammar). Jh’an and I toured for 2-1/2 years with the New Jerusalem Players, one of our Jews for Jesus Mobile Evangelistic Teams that ministers through Gospel drama. I’m interested in art, Israeli folk dancing, homemaking, preaching the Gospel, and unicorns.

I need you to bear with me in the months to come. I promise to try to make this newsletter a continued blessing (and I could use your prayers for some things that would make you smile). The truth of the matter is, everybody’s been so encouraging around here that I’m sure God wants me to have this job. In fact, Moishe is even thinking of giving me a raise in my living allowance for taking on the responsibility of editorship. The only problem is − knowing Moishe, he’ll probably forget to sign the check.

I know you’ll be praying for me in this new venture.

With much joy and perseverance in the Gospel,

− Melissa Moskowitz