Why Jhan, a child of Holocaust survivors, journeyed to a place that led him to Jesus.
May 27, 2010
Topics: our stories
Author: Jhan Moskowitz

When I was about five years old, I crawled into my father’s lap and touching his arm lightly, I asked, “What is that number?” Without flinching, he explained how he had been marked in the concentration camps, where very bad men treated people like numbers, not human...

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If I Forget You, O Jerusalem
Author: Jhan Moskowitz

I’ll never forget the very first time I stood before the Western Wall in the ancient city of Jerusalem. I was seventeen years old and had just finished my first year in college. It was the summer of 1967. I had come to Israel as a volunteer along with thousands...

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