We need that shepherd’s rattle, that only Ro’einu can sound, to direct us all home
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it…”
And thus began my newest cool foray as a tour guide in Israel. So there I was in the heart of the Shomron, with my newest dear friend, David, at his farm. We were discussing the possibilities of expanding his educational activities — working with teens at risk, school programs, and even some army groups — and opening them up to the larger tourist market.
As we walked around and he showed me his “pet” camel and donkey, as well as his modern-day columbarium (a place where he raises doves), I became more and more enthralled by the potential of a great farming experience in the wonderful countryside of Eretz Yisrael. He showed me the flour mill around the corner, the modern oil press, and the dairy farm up the hill. He explained to me how he generally shows people the process of making flour, pressing olives for fresh oil, and then baking the pitas. To top it all off, he has a chicken coop where he sends the kids to get fresh eggs, which he makes right there on the spot for them.
And then came the mission.
We entered the barn, and he stood poised in front of a flock of sheep corralled inside.
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