The story of Choni Hame’agel, who stepped up on behalf of a desperate nation to plead for the waters they needed
Uriah opened his eyes. “Oh, no,” he groaned, his eyes blinded by the light shining through the window. “When will we finally wake up to a gray, cloudy morning?”
He stood up and scanned the clear sky.
“Not a single cloud?” he cried out, raising his eyes to the heavens. “The cisterns are empty, and the people are thirsty. How much longer will we have to wait for rainfall?”
Uriah dressed quickly and stood at the entrance to his house. He waved to his neighbor Shimon, who was shouldering his hoe.
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