“So, the religious guy who was meant to debate the issue with us didn’t show up. Could you speak in his place?"
As told to Rivka Streicher by Rabbi Y. S. Fried
In the summer of 1977, I came to Israel for the summer for a skin-healing regimen at the Dead Sea.
My wife and I stayed in Arad, the closest community with a minyan. This was in the days before it had a large chareidi population, before it was even a proper city.
One day, we drove some miles into the huge Tel Arad National Park, and settled ourselves on a pair of sun loungers. The wind swirled sand, and a shimmering haze formed in the distance. Aside from a lonely bar, there seemed to be no one around for miles… when out of the mist, a pack of youths sauntered over. They were from a nearby kibbutz, tough Hashomer Hatzair’niks.
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