Today I was approached by a smiling young orthodox Chabadnik in black who offered me a picture of the Messiah- Rav Schneerson.
I told him in Hebrew, “He’s not the Messiah. Why don’t you let the poor old gentleman who’s been dead for decades rest in peace?”
But he pleasantly insisted him to be the Messiah.
So I replied, “Maybe Yeshu is the Messiah, as he rose from the dead and in no grave anywhere.”
“No,” said he, “he can’t be the Messiah because he did not keep the mitzvot.”
“Oh yes he did, tsitsit and all.”
“No,” he insisted, “It says so in the Gemara, which is the best book in the world.”
“You better check again,” said I, to which he claimed he already did. So I said, “Better check one more time. Maybe in our Prophets, like Isaiah who told us ‘all we like sheep have gone astray’.”
Then he said very nicely, “I feel sorry for you,” and I answered, “And I feel sorry for you. Which is a good start, if we as Jews feel sorry for each other, that may be the beginning of love.”
He smiled and so did I as I patted him on the shoulder and said, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
“Amen,” he answered, and we parted amicably.