I love reading testimonies, and in recent days I’ve come across this by Richard Ganz that I want to share with you. It was first posted by Tim Challies over at his blog, Challies.com.
The Revival Of A Rebel Jew
by Richard Ganz
First published at Challies.com, reproduced in part.
In my youth I spent every afternoon studying the Hebrew Scriptures, five days a week, and on Friday night and Saturday I worshiped. As I grew older I worshiped for a time each day in the synagogue morning and evening. I would rise before dawn and before going to the morning service, in obedience to rabbinic tradition, I would put on tefillin — the boxes containing God’s law — on my forehead and arm.
Then one cold, clear midwinter night my life was shattered. My father had a heart attack and I ran for comfort and hope to the one place I thought I would find it — the synagogue. The doors were locked and as I hammered on them I looked up into the New York night sky, cold, crystal-clear and filled with stars and I cursed God. “I am through with you!” I said. But that night, as I turned away from the God of Israel; the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, little did I realize that he was far from through with me.
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