In a kind of desperation he had been forced to accept men who were lazy, or not observant Jews, or ike a clever fox smell- ing out the terrain he picked the only path that would take them between the waiting villages. If we are going to boast about the virtues of race, Christ belongs more to them than to us. At that moment the idea struck him: After the war I'll never go back to Gretz.
As the rabbi returned home from the improvised street wed- ding, he grieved over the obstinac Along the narrow alleys his Jews had found abandoned houses which they rebuilt into clean homes. he recti- tude of Joseph, the glory of Saul and David and Solomon, and the practical wisdom of Job. I work in the vine- yard and I think of it as mine, but it really belongs to the settle- ment, too, and if I leave, other hands will tend the grapes.
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