“Oh, no,” we thought, compassion warring with contempt.
The Sunday School teacher had just told us that old fashioned Jews in their age-old diaspora (the Holocaust being only a very few years before this incident) (we were in the late 1940s) wanted a little soil from Israel tossed into their coffins in the US: because God was in Israel! in the soil! “Oh, no, oh, no: God is universal! (And a spirit!)” So we squealed, silently in our minds, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one.
“That’s not religion!” I for one squealed on; “that’s superstition! thinking that God is in the soil! that God is local! How pathetic. (No wonder God prefers us Christians!)”