For as long as I can remember, I envisioned Moshiach in the same way many others do: an older, perhaps Yemenite man with a long white beard, riding on a donkey and blowing a massive shofar. He suddenly shows up one day, and that’s that.1
Lately I’ve been questioning this assumption and wondering, why do we all imagine the same thing? Who decided that Mosh…
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