Who are my Mother and Brothers?

“Dad, I’ve become a believer.” There was a long silence on the phone. “What does that mean, Judy?” “It means I believe in God. I believe the Bible is the Word of God, and (long pause) I believe Jesus is the Messiah!” I was speechless. Many parents might have welcomed those words, but they absolutely crushed me! I mean, we’re Jewish! To mention the name of Jesus is awkward enough. To consider Him as the Messiah is something we just don’t do. For any of us to believe that Jesus is the Messiah is to betray our people, to join the enemy. How could Judy do this? Rage started to well up within me. My first reaction was to blast her over the phone. The words were aimed when another voice within me said, “Don’t retaliate. Keep the conversation open. Don’t let this end in anger!” And that’s what I did. “Look Jude,” I said, “There is no way we can resolve this thing tonight. You’re coming home in a couple of weeks; we’ll have time to talk. For now let’s just let things cool off. Okay?” I heard a sigh; a long pause, then a deep breath. “Okay, Dad. I love you. Goodnight.” *  More