initial There was a question at first. Will you help me write the memorial? I don't understand, I said. My obituary?The old man said again: After I die.He blinked behind the glasses.His neatly trimmed beard was grizzled, and he hunched slightly when he stood. Are you dying?I asked. not yet.he said, grinning. then why Because I think you are the ideal candidate.And I think, when the time comes, you'll know what to say. Imagine the most religious person you know.Your mage, your priest, your rabbi, your imam.Then imagine him patting you on the shoulder and asking you to say goodbye to the world on his behalf.

Imagine this man who specializes in sending people to heaven wants you to arrange a farewell party for him to go to heaven. How about it?He said: Can you do it? Finally, there was another question. Will you save me, Jesus? Holding a shotgun, the man hid behind a trash can in front of a row of row houses in Brooklyn.It was late at night.His wife and infant daughter were crying.He stared at every car that came down the street and decided that the next pair of headlights was going to kill him. Will you save me, Jesus?He trembled and asked: If I promise to give myself to you, will you save me tonight?

Imagine the most religious person you know.Your mage, your priest, your rabbi, your imam.Then imagine him all filthy, with a gun, hiding behind a row of trash cans begging for redemption. Imagine this man who sends people to heaven, begging not to send him to hell. Please, Lord.He whispered: If I promise This book is about believing; it is also about two very different people who taught me how to believe.Writing this book took a long time.In order to write this book, I walked into Christian churches and synagogues, traveled through suburbs and urban areas, and met those who divide us from them by faith around the world.

In the end, I went back to my hometown and walked into a full church, facing a pine coffin and an empty pulpit. There was a question at first. It becomes the last requirement. Will you help me write the memorial? But, like most cases involving faith, I thought others needed my help, but it was I who actually benefited.