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cloudless day. There will not be even the need of sun in that time, for Jesus Christ will be the
Lamb and the Light of the City.
As we were leaving the train, the young man was, indeed, carrying all my luggage. We
walked toward the depot. People were crowded together under the canopy for protection from the
rain. I was about twenty-five feet from them when I saw a little lady, very shabbily dressed. She
had a babushka around her neck. Her coat was ragged. The tops of her shoes had come loose from
the bottom, but O she had the face of an angel. I smiled at her and she smiled at me. We ran into
each others' arms. We needed no introduction. She was the one waiting for me.
Well, the young man was perplexed. He said, "Follow me." He still had the address on the
piece of paper.
My friend and I followed him. He put us in a taxi. He put our luggage on the front seat,
handed the driver a few Israelic pounds and said, "Now, take these women to such and such an
address." He stepped out and tipped his hat to say shalom to me.
I said, "Wait a minute, young man. I have a little bichele [the Yiddish word for a little
book]. It's something I've written and it tells how I found Jesus of Nazareth. Would you like to
have it?"
"Yes, yes!" He quickly grabbed it from my hands, and again he started to tip his hat as
though to leave.
I said, "No, wait a minute, young man; I have another little bichele here. It is the new
covenant. It tells all about Yeshua Ha Mashiach and the fulfillment of what our prophets predicted.
Would you like to have it?"
He grabbed it eagerly. "Yes, yes!"
I said, "Wait a minute, young man, I have one question to ask you. Tell me, did you think it
was because of your own goodness of heart that you carried my luggage? Did you think it was your
idea to do it? Did you think it was because you are so fine and good? I appreciate it, but do you
think it is because of your goodness that you have given this taxi driver Israeli pounds to get us to
this address?"
He dropped his head in shame. He looked up at me with tears running down his cheeks and
said, "No, Madam. It was your Lord."
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AT EICHMANN'S TRIAL
I was in Jerusalem during the last week of the trial of Adolph Eichmann, the man who was
responsible for the murdering of two million Jews. He had his own quick solution for the Jewish