I was born and raised in Israel in the late 1970’s, a child to immigrant American Jewish parents. Those of us born in those decades were the first generation of Jews born in Israel and raised as believers in Yeshua in 2000 years. There were probably only a few dozen of us.
Suddenly he heard the unexpected sound of Israeli fighter jets streaking through the sky over his kibbutz. He knew it wasn’t an exercise – not on Yom Kippur. In a two-pronged surprise attack, the Egyptians were on their way to conquer Galilee.