In Speaking Of Jesus, I Must Speak

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

Early On I Saw The Repression And Idolatry Of Stalinism, And When It Cracked, I Was Open To Religion Again.

I Literally Fell Among Quakers When I Went Up To Oxford.

On The Way To Work Good-hearted Young Girls Sometimes Offer Me Their Seats, Which I Accept And Bless Them In Return, A Transaction Satisfying To All Concerned.

Praying Privately In Churches, I Began To Discover That Heaven Was My True Home And Also That It Was Here And Now, Woven Into This Life.