🦁 Lion of Judah
So true, we are a sweaty, loud, messy people.
But also a people with a heart the size of a Negev, and courage the size of an entire country.
So true, we are a sweaty, loud, messy people.
But also a people with a heart the size of a Negev, and courage the size of an entire country.
If you think that tourist trips to the tombs of the righteous began in the 1980s with rabbis caressing friends and handing out dollar bills, you’re probably right. But long before that, in 1867, a slightly different type arrived in Jerusalem, armed with a wide-brimmed hat, a sharp pencil, and capable of describing the high school in a way that would make even a guide from the “Antiquities Department” sweat.
His name was Samuel Langhorne Clemens, but everyone knows him as… Mark Twain.
Sometimes it seems like the coronavirus was a bad dream, or a shared nightmare of humanity that we all went through at the same time, woke up in a panic — and then went back to scrolling through Instagram as if nothing had happened. Remember when we used to have heated discussions about which side of the mask was facing outward? When the kids learned on Zoom and the parents learned to count to 10 before losing it completely? Today, when you hear someone coughing on the bus, you don’t immediately jump up with alcohol gel in hand — you just hope they don’t cough on you.