Top 40 Lionel Blue Quotes

So many plusses, so many minuses.

I found that when I did something for the sake of heaven, heaven happened. These things changed my life. I owe them to my encounter with Christianity.

I have ended as a Reform Rabbi, grateful to Christianity for so many good things.

I still go to a Christian priory for retreats.

It was admitted by the early rabbis that the sectarians could be as full of good works as eggs were full of meat.

I didn’t want to be on the losing side. I was fed up with Jewish weakness, timidity and fear. I didn’t want any more Jewish sentimentality and Jewish suffering. I was sickened by our sad songs.

It is not possible to unknow what you do know – the result of that is fanaticism.

To change, to convert? Why bother?

Early on I saw the repression and idolatry of Stalinism, and when it cracked, I was open to religion again.

For a Christian, Jesus is the unique and only way that God has fully revealed himself. For a Jew this cannot be.

I began to see that my problems, seen spiritually, were really my soul‘s plusses.

Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.

For a devotee or lover, the being, worshipped or loved, will always be the only one for her or him.

Some of the parables of the Kingdom made wonderful sense, but the exclusivity in the New Testament put me off.

Christianity had two faces which bewildered me – two pictures which didn’t fit.

In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.

I recovered my infant Judaism, but in a reformist version.

During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.

It’s more fun to watch without joining in.

I feel that the Christian experience and the Jewish one have much to give each other. If this open society continues and there is no return to political anti-Semitism, then this encounter, deeper than any theology, may happen.

I literally fell among Quakers when I went up to Oxford.

On the way to work good-hearted young girls sometimes offer me their seats, which I accept and bless them in return, a transaction satisfying to all concerned.

For some years I deserted religion in favour of Marxism. The republic of goodness seemed more attainable than the Kingdom of God.

Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.

Discrimination against Jews can be read in Thomas Aquinas, and insults against Jews in Martin Luther.

I was not comfortable worshipping another Jew.

An aged rabbi, crazed with liberalism, once said to me, We Jews are just ordinary human beings. Only a bit more so!

My mother was a modern woman with a limited interest in religion. When the sun set and the fast of the Day of Atonement ended, she shot from the synagogue like a rocket to dance the Charleston.

The Christian use of religion as a personal love affair both shocked me, and attracted me.

At religious instruction classes, I encountered The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, and the sincerity of the traveller in that book was overwhelming.

Because of my Marxism, I was not into myths or miracles, whether it was the virgin birth, the physical resurrection or casting out demons from an epileptic.

I learnt pity, sympathy, and what it was like to be at the other end of the stick. Such lessons can’t be learnt in lecture halls.

I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.

I am pleased now that I have lived in a gay as well as a religious ghetto, though it hasn’t been very comfortable. Taken together, their limitations cancel each other out and I have seen the world more kindly and more honestly.

Good things come, and I’m not just referring to riding the buses.

The secular world is more spiritual than it thinks, just as the ecclesiastical world is more materialist than it cares to acknowledge.

Someone gave me a New Testament. I had never before read it systematically. Some parts made sense, some parts shocked me.

Old friends die on you, and they’re irreplaceable. You become dependent.

I thought of such Christian inventions as the ghetto and the Jewish badge of shame. The Nazis didn’t have to go very far to pick up their know-how.

My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I’ve begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I’ve had it good and am crumbling nicely.