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Born of Orthodox Jewish parents, my earliest childhood impression was of my parents rising very early in the morning to spend a long time reading the Hebrew prayers. Even in the cold winter, before fires were kindled for their physical comfort, they carried on faithfully these early devotions. Insofar as their knowledge of God was concerned, they were a devout and God-fearing couple.
From the age of five to fifteen my training was in a Jewish school, in Orthodox Judaism. A scholarly Hebrew instructed me in the five books of Moses. I went to the Gymnasium for my classical training and was later apprenticed to a manufacturer, doing office work. My associates at that time led me into the sinful pleasures of the world and, although I attended synagogue and read my Hebrew prayers on the Sabbath, I drifted from the faith of my fathers.
A parental decision to send me to America to pursue my classical education brought me to Hebrew Union College in Cincinnati, Ohio. I graduated in seven years, having meanwhile taken my degrees in letters and Hebrew literature, and four years later my Master’s degree. We studied the Hebrew Scriptures, translated it from Hebrew into the vernacular, went through Jewish history from the beginning to the present day, and learned the Oral law.
After finishing the rabbinical course we were publicly ordained and inducted into the rabbinical office. My first call was to Dayton, Ohio, where I officiated as Rabbi for ten years, during which I made many friends and received many tokens of love which I treasure highly. In my Friday evening lectures I spoke on social, industrial and economic questions, monotheism, ethical culture, the moral systems of the Jews, etc. In the Saturday morning addresses I took weekly sections of the Pentateuch, followed by a corresponding section of the prophets. On Sunday I taught Sunday School from eight in the morning until five in the evening with a one hour intermission for dinner.
Having it All…
In I895 a series of meetings was held in the Christian Church of Dayton, with various denominational pastors giving addresses on their religion. I stood proudly before that audience of professing Christians and told them why I was a Jew and would not believe in their Christ as my Messiah and Saviour. I gloried in Reformed Judaism that acknowledged no need of an atoning sacrifice for sin, a religion of ethics, which quieted the qualms of conscience through self-righteousness. In the audience sat a humble aged woman, a devout Christian who was deeply stirred as she listened. "O God," she prayed, "bring Dr. Wertheimer to realise his utter need of that Saviour he proudly rejects. Bring him, if necessary, to the very depths in order that he may know his need of my Lord, Jesus the Messiah."
How perfectly satisfied with life I was that day: I had a young, attractive, accomplished wife, I was Rabbi of the B’nai Yeshorum Synagogue, I had a beautiful home, a comfortable income, a place of prominence in the community, had become an honorary member of the Ministerial Association, was a member of the Present-Day Club, served as chaplain in the Masonic lodge, and was a popular speaker before women’s clubs, schools, civic organisations, etc. Had you visited my library at the time you would have found a wide range of reading. I had every book the infidel Robert Ingersoll wrote, read them, and corresponded with the author. I was an oft-invited guest speaker in every denominational church in the city. I was satisfied with life! My wife and I enjoyed the musical treats, we had a large home, two servants, and a beautiful baby boy and daughter, Rose.
Losing it All…
Suddenly my wife was taken seriously ill and, in spite of many physicians and specialists, she died, leaving me a distraught widower with two little children. After the funeral, I put Rose in the care of my mother-in-law, advertised for a housekeeper for myself and the boy, and found myself the most miserable of men. I could not sleep. I walked the streets, striving to forget the void in my heart and life. My dreams of a successful career and serene domestic life were all shattered. Where was comfort to be found? The heavens were brass when I called on the God of my fathers! How could I, as a Rabbi, speak words of comfort to others when my own sorrow had brought me to despair? I investigated Spiritism, but found it an utter fallacy. I attended meetings and read the literature of Theosophy and Christian Science, only to find it futile and hopeless. My experience was comparable to Job’s when he cried: "My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope" (Job 7:6). The tenth year of my rabbinical office drew to its close. I decided not to accept re-election, and resigned. I wanted to think things over! I would study. Where is the spirit and soul of one who was such a gifted pianist, who gave charm to life, who made existence so sweet? What had become of all the faculties, the intents and purposes of that active, keen mind? I turned to the Bible!
I studied about Judaism but it answered no questions, satisfied no craving of my heart. Then I began to read the New Testament and compare it with the Hebrew Scriptures. Many passages were read, pondered, meditated upon. One made a definite impression: the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah, eleventh verse, last clause: "By His knowledge shall My righteous servant justify many, for He shall bear their iniquities." Here was the only mention of that phrase, "My righteous servant" that I could find. It is found nowhere else in the Word of God. We find: "David, my servant"; "Isaiah, my servant"; "Daniel, my servant" but here was "My righteous servant."
I said to myself: "Who is that righteous servant? To whom does the prophet refer’?" I argued: "Whoever that ‘righteous servant’ of Jehovah is, of one thing I am sure, he is not Israel because the prophet declares Israel to be ‘a sinful nation’, ‘a people laden with iniquity’, ‘a leprous nation’. The righteous servant of Jehovah must be One Who is holy. If it isn’t Israel, who could it be?"
I decided it must be Isaiah. But in Isaiah 6 I found that the prophet confesses himself to be a guilty sinner and "a man of unclean lips" in God’s sight.
"My righteous servant." Who could it be? Then I began to study the context of the fifty-third chapter and found in Isaiah 50:6, "I gave My back to the smiters." I pondered that: "Who gave his back to the smiters?" At the beginning of the chapter it says: "Thus saith Jehovah." Jehovah is the only speaker in the chapter. Jehovah gave His back to the smiters? Had God a back? When and why was it smitten? Who smote it?
Further, I read: "Who gave His cheeks to them that plucked off the hair." And, still further, "I hid not My face from shame and spitting." What did all this mean? Who had been so abused? When? Why? Did Jehovah have all these human characteristics? I studied more and more various prophetic utterances. In Psalm 110 it is written : "The Lord said to my Lord, Sit Thou at My right hand until I make Thine enemies Thy footstool." Here was David speaking of his own seed and calling Him "Lord." How did He get up there? Why didn’t God specify? Why didn’t He speak so plainly to Israel that every Jew could understand?
In confusion I decided to begin at the first chapter of Isaiah and read the book through. I stopped at the ninth chapter: "For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, and the government shall be upon his shoulders; His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace." Here was a most incomprehensible thing!
I was faced with the doctrine of the Trinity. We Jews have a popular monotheistic slogan: Shema Y’isroel, Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echod. The word echod means "one". Upon that word the doctrine of unity of Jehovah is rooted and grounded, the entire philosophy of Judaism is based, taught by the Rabbis that the word echod means "absolute unity". I could not believe it. My teaching was wrong! I began to study the word and I discovered it meant, not "absolute unity", but "composite unity". Adam and Eve became "one flesh"; the Hebrew for "one flesh" is bosor echod, a composite unity. Moses sent twelve spies into Canaan, and they returned bearing a gigantic bunch of grapes. That cluster of grapes is called in Hebrew Eschol-echod. With hundreds of grapes on the stem it could not have been an absolute unity: they are called in Hebrew, "one cluster". Composite unity. There was wickedness committed in Gibeah of Benjamin which disgraced Jehovah and His name and character. The other tribes were indignant and "all the people arose as one man". At that time the men of Israel, beside Benjamin, were 400,000 men of war, yet they were "knit together as one man (Ish echod)." Here again is composite unity: thousands acted as one! These and other Scriptures showed conclusively that echod cannot be an absolute unity.
God revealed Himself to Abraham as God Almighty (EI Shaddai). The first letter of this word is schin; it has three strokes joined as one. This letter is on the top of the tefillin and on mezuzot. Jews have always taken this letter as symbolical of the Godhead because it had three strokes (one for each Person in the Trinity) joined together as one, to show unity.
But another question troubled me: if He Who was crucified was truly an incarnation of Jehovah, then who was in Heaven? I turned to the eighteenth chapter of Genesis. Abraham had three visitors; two angels and a third he addressed fourteen times as Jehovah, Later, two went away,, but the third said to Abraham, "Shall I hide from Abraham that which I shall do? I am going down to Sodom and Gomorrah to see whether or not they have done altogether according to the report which has come to Me. If not I will know or I am going to destroy the cities." Abraham interceded for them, the Lord went His way and Abraham went home. We find Jehovah inspecting the moral condition of Sodom and Gomorrah and refusing to spare them because not even ten righteous citizens could be found within their borders. But in this same chapter we have this statement: "Then Jehovah rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from Jehovah out of Heaven." How and why could there be two Jehovahs, one walking the streets of Sodom and another in heaven? It must be one omnipresent Jehovah! Then if that were true, He could have been simultaneously in Heaven on the cross.
Another problem succeeded it: "Why is the name Jesus never mentioned in the Hebrew Scriptures?" I studied this question. Imagine my surprise when I found that 275 years before Christ, King Ptolemy Philadelphus summoned men from Palestine and bade them translate the Hebrew Scriptures into the Greek vernacular. They took the Pentateuch first and when they came to "Joshua" they translated it the book of "Iesous", written with a circumflex over it to show there had been a suppression of Hebrew that could not be expressed in Greek. When Joshua went into Canaan with the other eleven spies, he was called "Yehoshua" (Jehovah is the Saviour). That is exactly what the word "Jesus" means.
Finding it All…
I could no longer remain in unbelief. After months of searching I was convinced that Jesus was the righteous servant of Jehovah (Jehovah Tsidkenu), "The Lord our righteousness!" I cried: "Lord, I believe that Thou as Jehovah Yeshua hast made the atonement for me. I believe that Jehovah Yeshua died for me! I believe Thou hast made provision for me! I believe Thou hast the ability and power! From henceforth I will publicly confess Yeshua as my Saviour and Lord!"
On March 30, I904, I publicly confessed Christ in the Central Baptist Church and having been licensed to preach, doors readily opened to me. I was persuaded to enter Southern Baptist Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky, from which I graduated after a year of study. Mr. Icenbarger, at my request, called a council of Dayton Association of ministers, and 35 Baptist pastors assembled in Central Church questioned me relative to my personal faith and doctrine. My ordination took place that evening, and my first call came from Ada, Ohio, where I served as pastor for five years. From there The New Covenant Mission in Pittsburgh, of which Maurice Ruben was founder and superintendent for many years, called me to be their pastor- evangelist. After two-and-a-half years of this ministry, I was convinced that God was calling me to a wider sphere in preaching the Gospel to both Jew and Gentile, depending upon the Lord for the support of my family. In 1913, we returned to Ada, the little flock over which I had been under-shepherd for five years, being very dear to our hearts.
I started teaching the Bible and God was ever faithful. Were I to write of all the manifestations of His goodness and grace, it would fill a book. Critical operations, publication of my books, supplying all our needs, He never failed to care and provide. In Messiah Jesus I have found my only abiding comfort for every sorrow.
As a Rabbi I had yearned to give the bereaved some hope on which to lean, but how could I give that which I did not possess? I gave sympathy, but in times of heartaching grief and tragedy, sympathy is of little comfort. But to the heartbroken how satisfying and glorious are the words of our Lord Jesus Christ: "I am the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die." And again: "Verily, verily I say unto you: He that heareth My Word, and believeth on Him that sent Me, hath (possesses now) everlasting life and shall not come into condemnation, but is passed from death unto life."
There is but one eternal life. There is but one source of eternal life; that is God’s Son. What a great and glorious message we, His redeemed ones, are commissioned to deliver.