Our Creator, just like His chosen people, is still here. That will never change
IT is June, 1967, and family and I are living in Israel during a sabbatical year. We are today in the anxious first moments of what will be the Six Day War, and we hear conflicting reports about how it is going.
In between air-raid alarms, I am sitting in our kitchen with our seven-year-old daughter. She asks me: “Abba, what is a bomb?”
“A bomb is something that can hurt you.”
“I know I know. But what is it?”
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