Why Christians Should Be Zionists

One of my favorite toys as a child was my bicycle. It was a purple, five-speed, automatic-shift beauty with a comfortable banana seat (it was the 1960s!). Often I would be riding it when I should have been doing something else—like homework. My parents encouraged me to study, but when encouragement didn’t work, they resorted to strong, loud lectures and threatened to take away my bike. I do