In Joshua's Shoes: Homecoming, to Israel
When I left Israel a year ago, I thought I would not be back for at least 4 years. Something was calling me back, something was trying to bring me home.
When I left Israel a year ago, I thought I would not be back for at least 4 years. Something was calling me back, something was trying to bring me home.
That’s the end of that chapter. Back in Minnesota, I am processing and reflecting on some of my favorite memories and lessons from my Year in Israel.
That’s the end of that chapter. Back in Minnesota, I am processing and reflecting on some of my favorite memories and lessons from my Year in Israel.
From remembrance and mourning to elated celebration. There is nothing quite like the experience of being in Israel for the big three National Holidays.
From remembrance and mourning to elated celebration. There is nothing quite like the experience of being in Israel for the big three National Holidays.
Every year we end our Seder with the words, “Next year in Jerusalem”. This year I was in Jerusalem and it was a great way to experience Passover.
Every year we end our Seder with the words, “Next year in Jerusalem”. This year I was in Jerusalem and it was a great way to experience Passover.
After months of fundraising, the fun began. On Sunday March 6th I hopped on a bike with more than 35 people to ride from Modi’in to Masada. What a ride!
After months of fundraising, the fun began. On Sunday March 6th I hopped on a bike with more than 35 people to ride from Modi’in to Masada. What a ride!
Outside of HUC’s coursework for the Year in Israel each of us using some of our time giving back to various communities in Israel. Luckily I have the chance to combine my love for biking with fundraising for the Israel Movement for Progressive Judaism.