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

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

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

This Christian poison hasn't stopped yet.

In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.

My mother was a modern woman with a limited interest in religion. When the sun set and the fast of the Day of Atonement ended, she shot from the synagogue like a rocket to dance the Charleston.

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.