A Half-Century of Jewish Scholarship on Jesus

From the time I was eight-years old until my Bar Mitzvah, I attended a Messianic Jewish congregation on Friday nights and a Conservative synagogue on Saturday mornings in the Washington, D.C. Metro area. On Sunday mornings, my father and I regularly had breakfast at the local bagel shop. Then we went to Abe’s Jewish Book and Gift Store on Georgia Avenue which had a neon sign in the front window that said, “If it’s Jewish we have it!” I loved going to this Jewish bookstore because my father would buy me any book I wanted. I remember one day, when I was about twelve years old, I comb