I recently returned after two months of volunteering in Yerushalayim. I just had to participate, contribute and be part of Jewish history, this momentous time of geulah. And what a trip it was! I’d like to share just one remarkable, unforgettable, experience.
It was my last day in Israel, a Saturday night, Motzei Shabbat, on the street where Prime Minister Natanyahu lives. His home is always protected by a dozen or more soldiers. As I locked my apartment and carried my luggage into the street looking for a taxi to drive me to the airport, I saw a Chasid walking with his two children carrying a bag, placing it on a bus stop bench. He called over a dozen or so soldiers. He removed a Havdalah candle, a spice box and a bottle of wine, and began to recite Havdalah. When he finished the soldiers began to shout, “Ana Ado-nai Hoshea nah” (“We beg you oh Lord, save us!”) many times.
What more can I say?
