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every day to take care of me. And look, Joe, look how I can already use my right arm! I can shave<br />

with it. I can walk with a cane now with my right leg! And it's this little woman and her Jesus that<br />

has done this. And you would drive her out of my room?"<br />

<strong>The</strong> chaplain bowed and began to apologize. "I'm sorry, young lady. I'm sorry, young lady."<br />

<strong>The</strong>re was a twinkle in his eye.<br />

I thought, "Young lady?" I said, "Look, Joe. [I did not know what else to call him.] Do you<br />

have cataracts?"<br />

"Maybe you need your glasses changed?"<br />

"No, no."<br />

I said, "You call me 'young lady.' Can't you see my white hair? And the wrinkles? I'm<br />

nearing sixty!"<br />

Rabbi Eleazer chimed in, "Never mind, Shendal [my Jewish name], he sees that light in<br />

your eyes. He sees the beauty of God in your heart. Never mind about your age. You are a true<br />

daughter of Abraham."<br />

Every day we had Bible study. When Rabbi left the hospital, I went once a month to his<br />

home and had Bible study with him and his wife. <strong>The</strong> Lord blessed. Through these people the Lord<br />

opened the way for me to speak before many Jewish women's organizations. <strong>The</strong>y all knew that I<br />

was a Hebrew Christian, but seemed to welcome me.<br />

O my heart pled that Rabbi Eleazer might be saved! One day he was scheduled for a<br />

below-the-knee amputation because of diabetes. He asked the surgeon if I might stay in the<br />

operating room during surgery. I was thanking God that he had this much confidence in me. I knew<br />

that God was getting to his heart. I knew he was hungry to know Jesus. He had never once argued<br />

against the claims of the Lord Jesus Christ.<br />

I stayed in the room. Because the rabbi had heart trouble, he was given a spinal anesthesia<br />

and would not be unconscious. <strong>This</strong> presented problems too. He would be able to hear the<br />

amputating, the sawing off of the leg. <strong>The</strong> doctors did not want him to hear this, so they muffled the<br />

sound by putting ear muffs on him that were attached to a stereo hi-fi playing "Fiddler on the<br />

Roof."<br />

I saw his lips moving constantly. His head was bare. Knowing what his little prayer cap<br />

meant to him, I took a sterile towel and placed it over his head. He reminded me of Moses.<br />

After the operation, I said to him, "Rabbi, I'm sorry they put those earphones over your ears<br />

and you had to listen to that 'Fiddler on the Roof' during surgery. I'm so sorry."<br />

He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What 'Fiddler on the Roof'?"

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