Friday, January 30, 2015

Ein Gedi Nature Reserve, Davids Hiding place



1 Samuel 23:29 – 24:1 – 2  New International Version (NIV)
 And David went up from there and lived in the strongholds of Ein Gedi.  After Saul returned from pursuing the Philistines, he was told, “David is in the Desert of Ein Gedi.”  So Saul took three thousand able young men from all Israel and set out to look for David and his men near the Crags of the Wild Goats.
Sometimes words are unnecessary. 










 
 












Monday, January 19, 2015

Lone Farms in the Negev - Trials and Triumphs!




Down the road from the Ben-Gurion sites, is another way the desert will prosper, through the Lone Farmers, or at least that is the hope.  Lone Farms are little, self-sufficient outposts in the Negev, dotting the landscape in a variety of form and function.  From vineyards and ranches to wheat and barley fields,  with government approval, these little ‘cottage industries’ are more than just an interesting way to spend a day, they are a life changing, future altering endeavor. 

Much like the pioneers in the United States who ventured West, Lone Farmers are often city dwellers who have a dream and they follow it (into the South in this case).  The difference here is that even for the first, the unknown is known.  The geography is not a surprise, usually they have an idea what they want to do, can research and plan, and they understand the pitfalls and very real dangers of their new lives.  Like pioneers everywhere, they press on regardless.

We drove past a variety of farms before we stopped at the Naot Farm.  Leah and Gadi Nahimov moved from the big city, where they owned and operated a popular chain of successful steak restaurants, followed their dream with their six children to live on a farm and in their case, raise goats and make cheese.  In October 2003 they set out to see if they could do it and today, they are doing it quite well.  Still challenged by the desert and its many inhabitants, government bureaucracy, and the day to day issues surrounding livestock, cheese production, retail sales, operating a restaurant, and hosting overnight guests, the family is as sure today as they were when the set out that this is the life they want. 


One of the wonderful cheeses Leah makes!
We visited the sheep and goats, tasted a wide variety of cheeses expertly made by Leah, tried the ‘preserves’ that they make and sell in their shop, and heard the story of their exodus from the big city. 



If you’re looking for an "off the beaten path" kind of vacation, staying at a Lone Farm should be on your list. 






Self-sufficient, from the ground up

              
            We always have a guard with us. 

 
Leah and the "kids"


















For more information about Lone Farms visit

Cowboys in Israel, who knew?



I recently took a grad study trip to the Negev Desert, you know, that big tan colored triangle that is basically the lower half of the country of Israel and frequently mentioned in Scripture, 110 times actually.  You’ll recall the Children of Israel spent a lot of time (40 years) wandering this area of the country.  Part of the trip revolved around the vision that David Ben-Gurion had for the future of the people of Israel in the Negev.  David Ben Gurion, the first Prime Minister of Israel had a dream that 5 million Israeli citizens would someday be living and flourishing in the desert.  

The story we heard from our guide is that at 67, the prime minister was traveling through the desert when he saw tents pitched near the road.  There must have been something about ‘these’ tents that made him take notice and he had his driver/body guard pull over so he could investigate.

What he found, was a group of 13 Texans who’d come to fight in the War of Independence and decided to stay and raise cattle and horses.  The then Prime Minister was so impressed he asked to join them, and by a slim margin was accepted (by vote) the following year by the Kibbutz Sde Boker, or the “Cowboy Field” when it became an official entity.  Ben-Gurion spent much of his time at the Kibbutz during his remaining years as prime minister and retired to live, write, and work there until his death in 1973.

Even in death he could not bear to leave this beautiful place, and while nearly all former prime ministers are buried on Mt Hertzel in the National Cemetery in Jerusalem, David and Paula his wife are buried overlooking one of the most spectacular vistas I have ever seen, with modest grave stones, marking only their names, birth, death and date of Aliyah.

Just south of the Kibbutz is Ben-Gurion village an academic and residential village and the University that bears his name where world class research is done focusing on ecology and reclaiming the desert.  With plenty of room for growth (at this point about 8% of the 8.2 million population of Israel lives in the Negev) whole towns are popping up around specific industries like I.T., manufacturing concerns like SodaStream, University towns filled with students and staff, the military has a large and increasing presence in the desert in training facilities, and lets not to forget the lone farms.

As we know, this is an area that plays a prominent role several times in scripture, including passages in the book of Numbers describing the 40 years the people wandered in the desert.  From my vantage point, just paces from Ben-Gurion’s grave, and driving through the desert,  I can appreciate the challenges the Children of Israel faced, and am left with and a stunning reminder to trust God always, even when there are giants involved.   

 






SO, not just cowboys, Texas cowboys.  How cool is that?




















For more history on David ben Gurion and the Negev visit

more information on Sde Boker visit


Sunday, January 11, 2015

What the heck happened to Hanukkah?

Actually nothing, but it feels like the month of December was hijacked with all the activities and turmoil swirling around the school and the holidays, starting with, I think, the arson attack on the 29th of November.  Fresh from a wonderful Thanksgiving week that included Shabbat “Thanksgiving” dinner with a co-worker and her family, we were stunned by the arson damage to the school and the response from, literally, the world.  That week following the attack itself is a minor blur compared to the complete blur leading up to Hanukkah.

If you didn’t know already, in response to the attack, the White House reached out to Hand in Hand and the result was another flurry of activity.  Suddenly, we were finding two students from the Jerusalem school who could go to the White House for an official Hanukkah Party and Hanukkiah candle lighting.  As if that wasn’t enough, let’s make a special Hanukkiah (Holiday Menorah for those of you who don’t know) for the event. 

I watched as the plans took form, from the base, made of a slab of olive wood from the neighborhood of the school covered with little handprints, to the holders for each of the candles bearing the core principles of the school; the design, construction, and decoration accomplished by the students most directly affected by the attack.   

So just before Hanukkah began, our representatives left for Washington, DC.

Finally time to take a breath and dive into the two big holidays, Hanukkah and Christmas.  Yay! 

I have to admit, so far? Hanukkah is my favorite Jewish holiday.  As wonderful as they all are, and they are, Hanukkah has always had a special place in my heart, and experiencing it in Jerusalem just made it more, well, magical for me.  I can’t add outside photos for this one, because my camera isn’t set up for nighttime photography, but imagine my candle loving delight, riding home on the bus while candles glowed in windows and on front lawns, in front of stores and in parks and neighborhood rotaries.  On the first night, people were literally dancing in the street celebrating, remembering and publishing the news that A Great Miracle Happened Here! 

Every night I came back to my dorm room to light my little menorah, posting the photo on Facebook with a comment about the holiday, including sharing this offering from the Maccabeats.





Sadly, Hanukkah only lasts a short time (although I have candles left over and I’m still enjoying them) but   I’ll always carry with me the memories of this magical holiday.  




The lights, the candles, the sufganiyot  
and the latkes,
and yes even the dreidel which I now play with a new understanding and appreciation. 

Feel the need to learn more about Hanukkah?