BRENDA BULA

My name is Brenda Bula. I live in a small town in central Wisconsin.

You may be wondering how a Jewish girl from Boston, MA, got to Wisconsin.

I’ll tell you. I was raised in a Conservative Jewish Family. We kept a Kosher home and were in Temple Fridays, Saturdays and all holidays. When I was about 15 and graduated from Hebrew school, after having my Bat Mitzvah when I was 13, I decided not to go to Temple any more.

After graduating from high school, I went to a business school in downtown Boston. I became friends with some guys in the Coast Guard who had an apartment in the same building. Through this friendship I met my husband. He was Catholic and I was Jewish.

When he got out of the service we moved to Antigo where he went into business with his dad.

After our children were born and in school my husband decided he would start taking them to church. Since I hadn’t practiced my religion in a long time, I didn’t object. I would go with them on Christmas and Easter. I would sit there and wonder how they could be worshiping someone other than God. “That man up there on the cross”.

WASN'T THIS IDOLATRY ?? !! ??

Every once in a while I would hear about this organization who told Jewish people about Jesus and think that I really should contact them and find out what they were all about, but being busy as I was, I just didn’t get around to it. One day in our little daily newspaper there was an advertisement about some lady from this organization coming to one of the churches in our town. Now how could I NOT go?  I called a friend and asked her to come with me. We got to the church and a few minutes later the lady got up and started to speak.

All of a sudden it was like the blinders were being removed from my eyes. Things I had done all my life growing up, suddenly took on new meanings. After the lady was done I spoke to her for a long time. This lady was Mimi Finesilver. I ended up taking home a New Testament. I had never read the Bible, neither the new nor the old. I started with the Gospels and just kept reading. I couldn’t understand why the Jews in that time did not believe who Jesus said He was. It took me a few weeks of reading and checking things out before I finally admitted to God that I was a sinner and believed that Jesus died and rose again. He was my Messiah. On that night in April 1990 I became a Completed Jew and a child of God.

I won’t say that since that night everything has been great cause it hasn’t. I’ve had many trials and still having them. I will tell you though that during all I’ve gone though, I know that Jesus has been with me every step of the way. My husband is also now a believer and just recently our daughter has, as well.