Israel’s Iron Dome and God’s Love For Gaza
It’s now 8 a.m. in Israel as I type this. I am bleary-eyed and nervous. I second-guess every noise I hear. Is that the rumble of a garbage truck? Or is it Iron Dome? Is that a siren in a neighboring city? Or is it an ambulance or the noise of my kids watching TV?
Bob JonesMay 15, 2021