After the long day of hiking, the next step is to go to the garden to harvest some plants.
When I came to a stop in a place called Moringa, I was told that the garden was closed due to the construction of a new mosque.
In the middle of a busy street, I couldn’t imagine leaving home and heading to the mosque alone.
But after walking for a while I decided to take a break from my hike.
The mosque is supposed to be built on the site of the old Moringas synagogue, which was built in the late 19th century, and was one of the oldest synagogue buildings in the city.
It’s also located in an area where there is an old synagogue, a historic building.
As I walked through the narrow alleys and under the heavy traffic, I started to feel a bit lost, especially when I saw a man with a huge backpack on the street.
I was thinking to myself: What are they doing here?
And then I noticed that the man had his hand outstretched in front of him, looking at me, looking out at me.
He was smiling at me!
The man is a member of a small religious group called the Bnei Yisrael, which translates as “the people of God.”
The group has about 20 members, mostly converts to Judaism from Christianity, but there are also converts from other faiths as well.
They are often in the midst of disputes with religious authorities or other members of the public who are suspicious of their beliefs.
I asked them what they were doing there.
They explained that they are coming to the cemetery to pray.
They were carrying a huge cross that was wrapped in a ribbon and it had an inscription that said “He Who is the one who comes to the grave to pray.”
I said to them: Are you religious?
They replied: Yes.
I then asked them: Do you want to pray together?
They said: Yes, but I need you to follow my directions.
I said: OK.
The group began to pray at the cemetery and when they finished, the man approached me and said: “I need your blessing to pray here.”
So, I had the blessing of God and the group began praying together.
The man then took me to the gravesite and started touching the gravestones.
As he was doing so, I could hear the prayer.
He said: You can’t pray here without my permission.
I had this vision of Jesus in my mind.
I knew I needed to ask the rabbi and he replied that he could not interfere in the prayer, but he could offer prayers in the cemetery.
I started praying, but was not successful.
I thought, Maybe this is not right.
But as I started speaking, he said: If you pray with me, I will let you pray.
Then he started praying again and I could see that he was very serious.
He started touching gravesites with his hands.
I did not understand what he was trying to say.
I looked around and saw that the cemetery was full of people.
The rabbi was sitting there, and a man in a wheelchair was kneeling on the grave of the man who had touched his gravestone.
They said to me: We will not allow anyone to touch the grave until the cemetery is cleared of all Jews.
I explained to them that the grave had been a grave of a convert to Judaism.
They told me to go back to my tent and then the next day I came back to the group.
I told them to come to me, and they told me: Please come to us and we will make you a blessing.
“I had my blessing.
They put a hand on my forehead and asked me to come back.
They asked me what my purpose was in life and what I wanted to achieve in the afterlife.
I began to understand why the rabbi wanted to bless me.
The next morning, I went to the funeral home and the rabbi told me that the rabbi was sending a message to all the people of the world that they must continue to pray and pray and to make themselves a blessing in their lives.
It took me about two weeks to reach the rabbi.
I visited the gravesites, where they were touching them.
I spoke to them, and the last time I saw them was two weeks ago.
I talked to the rabbi again the next morning and he said to pray with them.
Then, we began to read the Bible together, which is very important for me, because I’m a Jewish convert.
The Bible was read aloud to me.
I thanked God for giving me this opportunity and said that I was happy to be blessed in this way.
The rabbis said to come with me and sit with me in the sanctuary.
They gave me a prayer rug and a necklace, which I will wear for the rest of my life.
The last time they told us that we should pray together, I didn’t want to believe them.
But they were right