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I Recovered My Infant Judaism, But In A Reformist Version.

Because Of My Marxism, I Was Not Into Myths Or Miracles, Whether It Was The Virgin Birth, The Physical Resurrection Or Casting Out Demons From An Epileptic.

I Literally Fell Among Quakers When I Went Up To Oxford.

I Learnt Pity, Sympathy, And What It Was Like To Be At The Other End Of The Stick. Such Lessons Can't Be Learnt In Lecture Halls.

I Found That When I Did Something For The Sake Of Heaven, Heaven Happened. These Things Changed My Life. I Owe Them To My Encounter With Christianity.