The Bunker Of Light

Fifteen years ago, Bunker of Light didn’t have a name.It was just our home.From the beginning of our marriage, hosting wasn’t something we planned — it was simply who we were. There was always someone who needed a bed for Shabbos. Someone who didn’t have where to go. Someone who needed a seat at a table, a warm meal, or just a place to feel wanted.Our door stayed open.Over time in Lakewood and Ocean County, that open door turned into something bigger than we expected. Almost every Shabbos, the house was full. Teens. Young adults. Travelers. Conversations that lasted late into the night...