It all started with the audacious idea to spend six weeks in Israel. I slept in a tent in the desert. I walked the beach at Tel Aviv. I peered into a well that might have been dug by Abraham. I davened at the Western Wall. I ate a bedouin lunch. I gazed at the Eastern Gate, seeing the Second Coming of Jesus in my mind's eye. In the end, six weeks was both a lot and not enough.