It is a miracle to have a 90 year old Mother, and all my siblings I was born with. To have a Jewish Father who was accepted into a cemetery with Catholics, him having a coffin with a carved wooden image of Star Of David on it. Him buried in the same cemetery as Al Capone, resting as a Jew peacefully next to the Romans who were responsible for the death of Jesus, as Pontius Pilate was the man to order the execution of Jesus, not any Jew. Pilate was a Roman, not Jewish. Above the head of Jesus was inscribed the words Inris, which is of the Roman language not the Hebrew language. My Mother who is a Catholic will be proudly buried next to a Jew, her husband and I will be in the same grave plot as her Jewish child by choice. We all have this choice, to find a Rabbi to convert us.
Proudly I found a female Rabbi who I asked to convert me. She told me not to hate Jesus the way the Romans did, she told me to make friends with him. He looks in his face like my Great Uncle Abraham Samuel Skoller, a gentle man, a kind man. The Romans misunderstood him. Jesus failed his Rabbinic lessons and became vengeful. To instead feel sorry for Jesus, not to want a death like his. To fear a death like the death of Jesus. To carry peace and calmness on one's shoulders instead of a cross of wood of execution.
To know the history behind the destruction of the two Temples, it was a Babylonian and Roman destruction of these Temples. The Romans not only wanted Jesus destroyed, they wanted the Two Temples destroyed and they accomplished this evil wickedness.
A time to be sad, for the confusion of who murdered who, and for the destruction of our places of worship. To not hate Jesus as did the Romans, and them who put the blame as scapegoats on the Jews.
To have peace and calmness as you know the real story, not a fable, but the real true religious history.
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