CONVERSION

We sat in front of the rabbi that day in 1977, my wife and I, a bit sheepishly explaining how we had run off and gotten married a year earlier after just a week of dating—and how she wasn’t Jewish at the time, and how she still wasn’t Jewish, and how now she needed to convert so that we could have a Jewish ceremony so that my observant Jewish mom and dad would speak to us.

Dying to Believe

Most of us will never have to die for our convictions. The question of whether we would be strong enough to stand up to a tyranny that would kill us for believing what we do never really enters our minds. But let me pose the question.