From Cornfields to Kotel

A Gentile Christian’s Journey to Zionism I am not a Jew. I feel I should make that clear from the beginning. I don’t keep kosher. I don’t like gefilte fish. And the first time someone called me a “mensch,” I thought he was insulting me. No, I will never be mistaken for a Jewish man. Surrounded by cornfields and Amish buggies, with a lone stoplight at its main intersection, the rura