My father is a Jew.

I grew up in the wealthy Jewish suburbs of Chicago. We were one of only a few non-Jewish families. My best friend was Jewish. My parents' best friends were Jewish. We sang the dreidel song in public elementary school. I ate matzoh. I went to Hebrew school with my best friend. We lit their menorah. (I actually thought Ovaltine was a Jewish food until about 2 years ago, because I always ate it at my friend's house!) That was in the 70s. I had no idea that my pseudojewish beginnings offered a hint of what was in store for my eternal existence. On September 16, 2003 that I found out that my "earth" dad is kind of a temporary dad for me. My real father, my savior, is Jesus Christ! Here's a little about that:

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