I had absolutely no intention of writing a blog.But God—well, He had a different plan. Imagine that. In early January, I was driving when a random conversation captured my thoughts. In this imaginary scenario, I was being interviewed on the news, and at the end the anchor asked, “Where can people find you?” Without thinking, I answered: “You can find me at www.ajewishgirlandjesus.com .” What??!! That had never crossed my mind. Not once. Not ever. I knew immediately that wasn’

In the early 2000s, I was living in the Bay Area when I attended a lecture by Marianne Williamson. I had followed her work for years—going back to the early ’90s when I first saw her on Oprah and read her book, A Return to Love . As a Jewish woman, she spoke in a way that felt familiar to me, and I was drawn to her teachings on A Course in Miracles , which is supposedly from Jesus. It kind of made logical sense to me—He gave us the Old Testament, and then the New Testament, s

I grew up in a conservative Jewish home—Friday night synagogue, and all the Jewish holidays faithfully observed. Passover was one of my favorite holidays. I loved everything about it—the matzah (unleavened bread), the charoset, the Manischewitz, watching to see if Elijah’s cup had gone down, and asking the Four Questions—a role I proudly held as the youngest. But by far, the most anticipated part of the Seder—the Passover meal—was the game: Hide the Matzah. For my Jewish read