"'How do you expect me to believe in a God who would let those awful things happen to me?' my mother would scream. "And then there was my dad. 'Martin,' I heard him say so many times, 'I don't have the ego to believe in an infinitely powerful being who would have any awareness of me.' I was less than a grain of sand to God, if he existed at all. This was the empty 'faith' that I grew up with, so typical of Jewish people living in the 1930s. We were people who had all the answers but didn't know any of the questions.
Decades later, in one miraculous moment, Hashem (God) came to me, for that is the only way to describe the glory that was mine."
Picture yourself, for a moment, in a sealed room. There is no door. There are no windows. There is no electricity. There are no lights. There is nothing but you, and perhaps not even you. And if you ever try to leave that room, you will be slammed down and put down. Author Marty Friedman grew up in that room, but he found his way out with a "Love Letter from God."
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Book Description Tate Publishing, 2013. Paperback. Book Condition: New. book. Bookseller Inventory # M1628548606