I am pleased now that I have lived in a gay as well as a religious ghetto, though it hasn't been very comfortable. Taken together, their limitations cancel each other out and I have seen the world more kindly and more honestly.
Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.
Discrimination against Jews can be read in Thomas Aquinas, and insults against Jews in Martin Luther.
During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.
My mother was a modern woman with a limited interest in religion. When the sun set and the fast of the Day of Atonement ended, she shot from the synagogue like a rocket to dance the Charleston.
At religious instruction classes, I encountered The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, and the sincerity of the traveller in that book was overwhelming.
To my surprise, my 70s are nicer than my 60s and my 60s than my 50s, and I wouldn't wish my teens and 20s on my enemies.
The real evidence for Jesus and Christianity is in how Jesus and the Christianity based on him manifest themselves in the lives of practicing Christians.
I learnt pity, sympathy, and what it was like to be at the other end of the stick. Such lessons can't be learnt in lecture halls.
I feel that the Christian experience and the Jewish one have much to give each other. If this open society continues and there is no return to political anti-Semitism, then this encounter, deeper than any theology, may happen.
Good things come, and I'm not just referring to riding the buses.
I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.
Christianity had two faces which bewildered me - two pictures which didn't fit.
Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.
Because of my Marxism, I was not into myths or miracles, whether it was the virgin birth, the physical resurrection or casting out demons from an epileptic.
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