The Moral Clarity of Natan Sharansky
BY SHELLEY NEESE— On a cold February day, twenty-five years ago, Natan Sharansky slumped like poured cement in the Russian snow declaring, “I won’t move until you give me back my Psalms book.” Given to him by his wife Avital before their thirteen years of separation, the book was his most cherished possession—the Psalms his…
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