My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I have always loved the Jews. Anna Elovitz is one of the most wonderful people I know and she has been a wonderful friend since I was just a baby in High School. Her brother Adam took me on my first date. I was wearing the most ridiculous dress. Sorry Adam. I had no taste. What can I say? He was most gracious though. I am so relieved that those photos are all in someone’s attic about now. I am not even going to entertain the thought of sharing it. The Elovitz family is one of the best families I know.
Another book that I absolutely love was written by a Jew: Man’s Search for Meaning. Viktor Frankl was a very wise man. There is also another book about a Jew that I love. The Holy Bible: The New Testament.
Sorry, I wanted to give you some background of my knowledge of the Jewish faith. It’s limited. Very limited. I went to a Passover Feast once. I have seen menorahs in windows and I remember Anna having to do something on Friday nights sometimes because her Sabbath was from when the sun went down on Friday until the sun went down on Saturday.
This book, Have A Little Faith, was written by a Jew. It serves two purposes. It is first a wonderful testament to the power of faith. Secondly, it is a remarkable tribute and comparison between a beloved Jewish rabbi and a non Orthodox Christian pastor. Each have great faith. Each were completely inspiring.
I highly recommend this book to people of all faiths everywhere. I especially recommend this book to people without faith. I dog-eared half of the book, but let me give you just a few of my favorite parts:
The Talmudic translation of the account of the parting of the red sea. Mitch Albom remembered a religious school lesson fondly. God said to the angels who were celebrating the destruction of the Egyptians: “Stop celebrating. For these were my children, too.” Wow. God does love all his children, doesn’t He?
Rabbi Albert Lewis recounted the experience he had of trying to comfort a faithless physician who could not make his only belief in science save his sick brother. He had no one to blame but himself when people of faith can always blame God. Albert Lewis: “It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no than to think nobody’s out there.”
A conversation between a rabbi and his parishioner:
“So have we solved the secret of happiness?
I believe so.
Are you going to tell me?
For what you have. For the love you receive. And what God has given you.
I could go on and on, but I don’t want to ruin all the stories. They are each so inspiring. Collectively they are a bit overwhelming. In a good way. In a God way.
This is a quick read. I started one night at 11 p.m. and stayed up until 3 a.m. reading. I am slow reader. I never stay up that late. I couldn’t put the book down. It had the perfect mixture of laughing and crying and chillbumps.