Letter to My Son Joseph Israel
Son of Elijah Aryeh Laurence Moses Isaac
Son of Adolf the Jew
I am not a lonely man of faith or as lonely as Franz Kafka. A man of faith by definition is never alone and Kafka was lonely only in the portrayals of his acquaintances. Kafka never sent his Letter to His Father. I am sending the following to my son.
Dearest Son:
I know that you are not afraid of me and this is my greatest joy. You inspire this memoir with your keen interest in all things German, including mastery of the language and a possible homecoming. Are we German Jews? Will I be accepted as a citizen? Will you settle in Freiberg?
My intent in raising you was to let you discover the identity of your name. Joseph, Minister of Agriculture in Egypt, Minister of Finance and finally Prime Minister. I confess I did not imagine your descent to Diaspora would lead you to Germany, but now it is all beginning to make some sense.
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My Jesuit (Orthodox) Rabbinic Training
I never studied for the “Rabbinate”. A denominational pulpit was never my destiny. The Dean of my rabbinic school knew I was destined for heresy and unorthodoxy. My teachers were the rabbinic giants of Jerusalem scholars who new the Torah forwards and backwards and were the greatest thinkers of our generation. I was a Tom Thumb standing on their shoulders. This view into the Promised Land inspired me to become Rabbi Am Ha Aretz, the Rabbi for the People of the Earth. An Am Ha Aretz is also an ignorant person and a bore. Mea culpa maximus. I do not think I am an apostate but I am certainly closer to the Jesuits than to the orthodox in my thinking today. My vision as Rabbi Am Ha Aretz from my Final Age Testament website:
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My Sister Judith's Holocaust
