I Still Go To A Christian Priory

To Change, To Convert? Why Bother?

During The Second World War, Evacuated To Non-jewish Households, I Encountered Christianity At Home And In School.

I Began To See That My Problems, Seen Spiritually, Were Really My Soul's Plusses.

My Mother Enjoyed Old Age, And Because Of Her I've Begun To Enjoy Parts Of It Too. So Far I've Had It Good And Am Crumbling Nicely.

I Have Ended As A Reform Rabbi, Grateful To Christianity For So Many Good Things.