In Speaking Of Jesus, I Must Speak

For Some Years I Deserted Religion In Favour Of Marxism. The Republic Of Goodness Seemed More Attainable Than The Kingdom Of God.

I Thought Of Such Christian Inventions As The Ghetto And The Jewish Badge Of Shame. The Nazis Didn't Have To Go Very Far To Pick Up Their Know-how.

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.

Pious Xii Was Too Neutral To Mention The Gas Chambers; Decent People Like My Own Family Were Turned Into Devils By Crude Christianity.

At Religious Instruction Classes, I Encountered The Pilgrims Progress By John Bunyan, And The Sincerity Of The Traveller In That Book Was Overwhelming.