We walked through a quiet winery, surrounded by fields that once bore the weight of tanks and soldiers. Today, they yield grapes – planted by people like Shmuel Kopel, a former city-dweller who now fulfills biblical prophecy with each harvest. Yair explained how many who live here once worked as engineers, scientists, or urban professionals. Now, they work the soil and speak of divine presence in every grain of dirt. In the crisp Golan air, over glasses of red and rosé, I tasted something ancient and sacred. This was more than wine: It was testimony.
