Laced with humor and wit, this professionally written memoir of a spiritual journey back to dormant but familiar roots is an inspiration to all who have explored or crossed the great, absurd, and fascinating religious divide that, like the jetty at a beach I once visited in New Bedford, Massachusetts, separates Jew from Christian, Protestant from Catholic, Montagu from Capulet. If, as Bob Jones professes to do, you embrace the belief that those misguided or ignorant souls who fail to share your particular apocalyptic vision are doomed to damnation, you won't like this book, which documents the plurality and endorses the validity of the many and varied ways in which God speaks to each of us and in which we severally commune with God.