It could have been any bus station on a sunny morning. A fresh spring day. A Thursday. Guys came in jeans with duffel bags slung over their shoulders. Families arrived: mothers, fathers, little brothers and sisters, girlfriends and grandparents. They joked and chatted and took pictures and ate. Ethiopian families, Anglos and Sephardim all stood… Continue reading Trading in a role for a mission
Life in Israel 