A Story by Reb Zalman
retold by Nancy Fuchs-Kreimer
The Messiah finally arrives. Jews and Christians, after waiting for so many centuries, rush to meet him. The Jews cry out, “this is the first time you have come, is it not?” The Christians, raising their voices above the Jews, insist, “This must be Your second coming that we have been waiting for!” The Messiah smiles wearily and waits for the noise to subside. Then, in a quiet and gentle voice, long suffering, he says, “My dear, foolish children. I have come not once, not twice. I have been here hundreds of times. But you have all been so busy fighting with one another you have never even noticed.”
A Story by Reb Zalman
retold by Nancy Fuchs-Kreimer
The Messiah finally arrives. Jews and Christians, after waiting for so many centuries, rush to meet him. The Jews cry out, “this is the first time you have come, is it not?” The Christians, raising their voices above the Jews, insist, “This must be Your second coming that we have been waiting for!” The Messiah smiles wearily and waits for the noise to subside. Then, in a quiet and gentle voice, long suffering, he says, “My dear, foolish children. I have come not once, not twice. I have been here hundreds of times. But you have all been so busy fighting with one another you have never even noticed.”