By Dan Wooding
Daniel Rozen was born in Israel, but in his youth he had no interest in God.
“Both my mother and father’s family were killed in the holocaust,” Rozen says. “My grandfather was a Rabbi whom I never saw, and was taken by the Nazis never to be seen again.
“In my heart I hated both the Russian and German people alike because of what they did. It was difficult for me to work with anyone who was Russian or German because even the language itself would displease me. In my eyes it was just as bad.”
‘I looked at the sky and declared my atheism…but who was I announcing it to?’
By Mark Ellis
He absorbed the complicated rhythms of the Sixties, which left him drug-dependent and filled with emptiness and pain. But then he encountered God’s glory in a blaze of light so powerful he couldn’t stand — and his life changed unalterably forever.
“When I first heard about the holocaust it was incomprehensible,” says Rory White, who grew up in a Jewish family in Los Angeles. He spent his earliest years in post-war Germany, due to his father’s work as a radiation researcher. He recalls that he played in bomb pits that covered the fields as far as he could see. “They filled with water and we caught pollywogs at the bottom,” he says.
After the family’s return to the U.S. and White’s bar mitzvah at age 13, he quickly fell into agnosticism and atheism. A voracious reader ahead of his peers, he devoured Aldous Huxley and Bertrand Russell, whose book, “Why I am not a Christian,” left a deep mark.