When I’m in Jerusalem, I love watching gaggles of Jewish children walking alongside their fathers. And when I hear them call their daddy, my heart melts. “Abba! Abba!” At times I’m sure it sounds a lot like when my kids were little and needed my...
When I’m in Jerusalem, I love watching gaggles of Jewish children walking alongside their fathers. And when I hear them call their daddy, my heart melts. “Abba! Abba!” At times I’m sure it sounds a lot like when my kids were little and needed my...