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Monday – high wire act

I am in intensive correspondence with a friend. A second letter was received today (5 pages). He insists that I cannot justify my vocation with theological-theoretical arguments (11/13/2007), since otherwise I will inevitably reach a dead end. I should limit myself in my reports to my personal area.     After a short sleep, before midnight, I am completely awake. I have to think about my friend's letter and I agree with him. It is true that my path cannot be justified in theory. It is a pure matter of faith. An impression comes to mind that I had recently…

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Tuesday – questions from a Jewish friend

Today's Shiur at the Residenz will be given half in Yiddish and half in Ivrit. I understand little. I take in the special atmosphere and look forward to the personal greeting from the rabbi.     Today I received the following email from a Jewish friend:   “I read your e-mail with interest and touch. I admire your courage and your tenacity in pursuing your goal. I just don't understand why you want to convert to Judaism. You already have a religion whose creed is superior to ours. Christianity, as a daughter religion of Judaism, is humanistically its logical further…

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Sunday – Abraham’s Vineyard

  Beit Tovei HaIr has been showed to me as an upper middle class retirement home with around 150 residential units. The hotel business serves primarily as accommodation for visitors to the residents. Actually, it is the living situation that I wanted, simply bigger and more comfortable.   I feel good and have extended my stay to one month. After all, I was 70, even if I am one of the younger semesters here.   Incidentally, the residence is located next to the area called "Kerem Awraham" (Abraham's vineyard). I have to think of the dream "lech-lecha" (Accountability report 2.10.)…

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Monday – arrival in Israel

The police check at Tel Aviv Airport takes a long time because I openly declare that I want to become a Jew and that I don't have a home address.     The faint hope of being picked up by an angel at the airport is not fulfilled.     The taxi driver laughs at me when I tell him to go to Mea Shearim to the Rechow Jona. He suggests the Hotel Lev Yeruschalayim (Heart of Jerusalem) to me, which I accept.

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