When I was asked to come work in kiruv at the Heritage House in the Old City of Jerusalem in 1986, I balked. The chance to offer an authentic Torah experience to those with limited Jewish backgrounds sounded like meaningful and inspirational work. But just as quickly as that image took form, a tide of doubt and fear washed
When I was asked to come work in kiruv at the Heritage House in the Old City of Jerusalem in 1986, I balked. The chance to offer an authentic Torah experience to those with limited Jewish backgrounds sounded like meaningful and inspirational work. But just as quickly as that image took form, a tide of doubt and fear washed