"Music . . . can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable."Leonard Bernstein

Most of the Jewish musicians you will meet on the Jews for Jesus Website and in our article were accomplished players before they started thinking about God. But when they met God in a personal way, their music began to reflect that relationship!

Performing music is in my genes. My father, Max, was in vaudeville. My mother, Millie, taught piano. But I could never have guessed

There never really has been a Jewish systematic theology. However, there is a whole body of folk doctrine. This folk doctrine doesn't concern itself so much with abstract concepts of God, but the way that I saw it, Jewish thought was more concerned with the practical question, "What should we do when God ?"

I was a depression baby, born in 1932. The Depression was harder on the Jewish people in Denver where I lived than it was on non-Jews. Most of my family was involved in small businesses which went bankrupt before I was born.

This is an archived article. It originally appeared on January 1, 2005. Some information may be outdated.

I never thought I'd get married, for the simple reason that I never thought I would ever meet someone who would love me just for who I am, faults and all. And then I met Renee Shulman …

Renee and I met one afternoon at Queens College through the Hillel group on campus. I was studying geology and had just returned from a field trip. My jeans were filthy and the rest of me

Andrew Klavan is the author of such internationally bestselling novels as True Crime, filmed by and starring Clint Eastwood, and Don't Say A Word, made into a film starring Michael Douglas. Klavan has been nominated for the Mystery Writers of America's Edgar Award five times and has won twice. His books have been translated around the world.

Tell us about your immediate family. My father was Gene Klavan, a popular New York radio entertainer.

If the condition spread to my left eye, I would be blind. My medical career would be over, and life as I knew it would cease. I was afraid -- afraid and angry. I cursed God, figuring if he existed, he deserved it. I informed him -- or was it the air? -- that I would never believe in him until I understood his ways. "Who are you? What are you like? Why are you doing this when so many people you have allowed to have cancer depend on me? You must not exist!"

I never imagined that God would answer my angry questions. But then, I didn't realize

As my husband, Stewart, says, we met while I was on staff with Jews for Jesus in the summer of 1984 in New York City. We were both handing out pamphlets-Stewart with another organization called Chosen People-in front of Bloomingdales on 59th Street in New York City. From that moment I thought, "He is perfect for me." You see I had determined to marry a Jewish man who shared my belief in Y'shua. From such a small marriage pool, God heard my prayer!

A few years later I was living in New Jersey. Although I was not at that time working with

This is an archived article. It originally appeared on September 1, 1985. Some information may be outdated.

Editorial note: Dr. Vera Schlamm spent her childhood in Nazi Germany and Holland. Her early youth-the days when most girls are beginning to date-was spent trying to survive on tiny morsels of food while in Bergen-Belsen. For a fuller account of her story of survival and her earnest search for God, see the books Jewish Doctors Meet the Great Physician and Testimonies available online

This is an archived article. It originally appeared on August 1, 1998. Some information may be outdated.

I was born in Pretoria and our family moved to Johannesburg when I was four years old. Both my parents are Jewish, and from my earliest years I had a sense of pride regarding my Jewish heritage. I can remember a keen fascination with the figures that emerged from the pages of the Hebrew Scriptures-Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses and Joshua.

I get annoyed when people refer to my wife as my "better half." It's not the comparison that bothers me. I'll gladly admit what is obvious; Ceil is a far better person than me! It's not even the inaccuracy in describing our proportions (my petite wife would be described more accurately as "my better third"). What annoys me is the idea that either of us, by ourselves, would somehow be only half a person.

I thank God for marriage. I, for one, couldn't serve God as a full-time minister unless I was married to a person of Ceil's quality. I'm sure many

The climax of this year's Jewish High Holy days began at sundown on Wednesday October 12 with the celebration of the first day of the Feast of Tabernacles (Sukkot). While more Jews today observe the Feast of Trumpets (aka Rosh Hashanah) and the Day of Atonement (Yom Kippur), the seven days of Sukkot were traditionally viewed as the capstone, the highlight of this sacred season.

The rabbis explain it through the following story:
There was a city that owed its king taxes, so the king sent tax collectors to take up