This poem of praise gives voice to the truth that, as mere humans made from nothing more than dirt and stardust, it can be very difficult how or why Hashem has chosen us as His beloved Jewish children.

My faith was sealed when talking with an old Jewish grandmother one evening. She asked me why I was in Israel. After telling her I was here to learn and have questions answered about my faith, she asked me to describe my faith. At that point, I knew my theology was so mixed up with lies and truth, but the Jewish grandmother wanted to hear me out anyway. After describing to her everything I believed, the only thing she could say was, “my dear, I think you are Jewish!”