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"Yes, I'm making cookies. Come here."
She came in, puzzled and curious, for, after all, I had not been in there very long. I did not
know the woman, she did not know me; and there I was, making cookies. I took my friend into the
kitchen, and she sat down in a chair beside me while I mixed up enough dough for three batches of
cookies. This was early in the morning. I knew I would still be there baking cookies until three or
three-thirty in the afternoon.
While I was rolling out the dough, my hostess was sitting next to me on the opposite side of
the table from my friend. She said, "What are you doing in this town?"
"O I spoke in a little church last night."
"Did they know you were Jewish?"
"Sure," I said, "they knew I was Jewish."
"And they didn't care that you were Jewish?"
"Of course not."
I kept rolling, cutting, trimming cookies. She kept questioning me.
"What did you speak about?" she asked.
"O I talked to them about Gentile Christians loving the Jews and told them that the Jews
ought to love the Gentiles. Then I told them how it is that we are able to love one another."
"How did you tell them that we are able to love one another?" she prodded me.
I said, "Well, you see when the Gentiles become Christians."
"What do you mean,', she interrupted, " 'when Gentiles become Christians'? They're born
Christians. They're not Jews, so they're Christians." (Jews think that every Gentile is born a
Christian. They think, furthermore, that every Gentile is the kind of Christian that makes the sign of
the cross, or wears a cross around his neck, or perhaps the kind that belongs to the group of people
in Europe at whose hands they have suffered so much and many purgings have taken place.)
I said, "Those Gentiles are Christians who have been born again and have believed on
Yeshua Ha Mashiach."
"What did you tell them about Jesus?" she asked.
In answer I preached to her the same sermon I preached to the congregation the night
before. She was amazed. She kept asking me questions. I answered only what she asked, for I did
not want her at any moment to tell me to leave the house.