On the road again

(One of the typical alley ways in old town Jaffa) (View from Jaffa heights towards Tel Aviv beach) (I get never enough of those views)  I am a Christian, born and raised a Presbyterian, (all be it a Dutch branch)  in a world torn apart by a multitude of religions, who’s leaders over the centuries have preached love among men (some of those religions even include women on equal footing), while in practice waging war against each other.  (cypresses on Mt Nebo site we visited with expansive views of Israel/Westbank) I come, as they say in the Netherlands - the country of my birth - from “een goed nest” (a “home of good upbringing” is the closest I come to translate that). We (the children) had a strict principled father who ruled “his” household as a benign overlord and partook in public political life as he believed in serving God and Country, and a loving mother who saw that her role in life was: serving her husband and loving her children and in being who she was, trying to soften to f