At religious instruction classes, I encountered The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, and the sincerity of the traveller in that book was overwhelming.

During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.

I literally fell among Quakers when I went up to Oxford.

Early on I saw the repression and idolatry of Stalinism, and when it cracked, I was open to religion again.

I began to see that my problems, seen spiritually, were really my soul's plusses.

Jews are just like everyone else, only more so.

I have ended as a Reform Rabbi, grateful to Christianity for so many good things.