Harvey Katz is the son of a Holocaust survivor. His father sent him to a Jewish day school when he was young, to learn the culture, customs and religion of his people. Yet at the age of 16, Harvey found himself inexorably drawn to Jesus.
Today he is a successful businessman and popular Bible teacher living in London, ON with his wife, Diane, and their three children. Their home has become a haven where many people seeking a deeper purpose and meaning in life have found faith in God.
Harvey Katz is the author of Principles of Spiritual Growth, 1998, Becoming a God Magnet – Life Lessons in Sharing Your Faith, 2006, and Becoming a God Magnet – The Secret to Sharing Your Faith, Study & Discussion Guide, 2007.

From Harvey's personal testimony:

No self-respecting Jew would willingly become a “Christian.” So how did a nice Jewish boy like me, come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah? Let me share my story.
Christianity to me was always forbidden territory, which I neither wanted nor would be permitted to enter. My father, a Holocaust survivor, always respected Christians, or any other religion for that matter, but we were Jews! I had a strong sense of responsibility to carry on the Jewish tradition. Becoming a Christian did not even cross my mind; it would be unthinkable!
A Jewish person who becomes a Christian is sometimes called "Geshmat", which means “worthless as a rag.” Such a person would also be called a Meshumad, which means “one who has abandoned his faith.” When it came to conversion, we Jews used strong language to express strong feelings. To become a Meshumad meant betraying your people and your history. Four thousand years of Jewish culture and religion--finished! Conversion would defile your heritage just as Esau despised his birthright.
This was my understanding and experience of Judaism. Ours was a heritage to protect: a responsibility to ensure the future survival of our people. How could I think of betraying my people after all the Jewish people had suffered? What about the names of my ancestors? What about the shame and embarrassment to my parents and the whole Jewish community? How could I even consider the unthinkable?
I had no desire or interest in becoming a follower of Jesus. After my Bar Mitzvah I wanted to know the true, living God of Israel. I was not looking for Jesus! Jesus was the Savior of the Gentiles, not the Jews. I was looking for God. I had been too well educated to buy into “Jesus stuff” and besides my Jewish identity and conscience would never allow me to stray over to the “other side.” Or so I thought.
But something happened to me after my Bar Mitzvah. I can’t say exactly what it was or when it started, but I began to search for God. At night I would go to bed and wonder, Where is God? What is He like? I was filled with questions. Was there really a God or not? Schools were teaching evolution so I wondered, Where did God fit into that? If there is a God, why did He allow the Holocaust? Is there life after death? (To read the full story, see Becoming a God Magnet, published by Believe Books. )