A Jewish Mans Testimony Coming To Know The Jewish Messiah

When I returned to my shop in New Jersey, I regularly kept my old Bible on my sales counter, perhaps as a good luck charm....
When I returned to my shop in New Jersey, I regularly kept my old Bible on my sales counter, perhaps as a good luck charm. Every now and then I browsed through it, mindful of my teacher’s command. One bright day a tall young man came into the store. His sparkling eyes had a tender look. His soft, yet determined features were emphasized by a mustache, and his manner of talking was slow and measured. His name was Jeff. When he saw the Hebrew Bible lying on my counter, his eyes suddenly lit up. Addressing me in Hebrew, he asked,...