A lot of people asked me how I was during the past week. Family, friends, acquaintances, and my guests I’ve guided around Israel. I don’t have an answer, so I’m just typing along here to see how it turns out.
Saturday, October 7th, is our 9-11. Terrorists attacked and succeeded, and the results have been all over the news since. For one day, we were back in 1941, when Jews were slaughtered just because they’re Jews. I’m not going to write about the horrors; you asked me how I was. But I will just say that if you know anybody who supports the Hamas massacre and thinks it promotes the Palestinian campaign for self-determination or thinks that Israel is faking it, you’re more than welcome to introduce us, and I promise you that the images and testimonies of this massacre will burn their souls with tears.
I, the grandson of two German Jews who left in time and two Moroccan Jews whose prayers of “next year in Jerusalem” were answered, and they all immigrated to the holy homeland. They did a lot of good deeds and also eventually made me.
So on top of the usual historical burden every Israeli Jew carries along, I’m also a tour guide. That means I dive into our history and dig out facts and stories to present this land to my guests. That means that I’m well into what has been going on from the beginning until now.
Now, things have changed. Nothing will be the same, and I need to figure out this new reality alongside my family, friends, and community. All tours got canceled, so I went back into the kitchen and volunteered as part of a big operation providing food for the massacre refugees, medical professionals, and soldiers. Cooking takes my mind off reality, focuses, and calms me. It gives me pride and satisfaction that I am doing what I can for my brothers and sisters out there to overcome this crisis. The phrase “Together we stand, divided we fall” is based on a true story.
I will continue to update you about myself and my country. There have been more than 100 Israeli hostages in Gaza over the past week, from babies to grandparents, and their families know nothing. Bringing my brothers and sisters home is our top priority. Next, we hope Hamas will leave the stage and the Palestinians will have leaders who will speak peace.
“What can I do?” I was asked. It’s up to you, really. I’m ok; family and friends are fine; the people who need the most help are the massacre survivors. Many of their communities’ members were slaughtered, and their homes were looted and burned. They survived only with the clothes they wore at the time. We need to heal their villages and their souls.
And the hostages. Israel won’t rest until all are back, hopefully none of them in a bodybag. What can you do for them?
It’s late; I’m off to sleep. Feel free to write me in private or here, comment, share, or pray.
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem!
“May they be secure who love you!
Peace be within your walls
and security within your towers!”
For my brothers and companions’ sake
I will say, “Peace be within you!”
For the sake of the house of the LORD our God,
I will seek your good. (Psalms 122:6-9)
שַׁ֭אֲלוּ שְׁל֣וֹם יְרוּשָׁלִָ֑ם יִ֝שְׁלָ֗יוּ אֹהֲבָֽיִךְ׃
יְהִֽי־שָׁל֥וֹם בְּחֵילֵ֑ךְ שַׁ֝לְוָ֗ה בְּאַרְמְנוֹתָֽיִךְ׃
לְ֭מַעַן אַחַ֣י וְרֵעָ֑י אֲדַבְּרָה־נָּ֖א שָׁל֣וֹם בָּֽךְ׃
לְ֭מַעַן בֵּית־ה’ אֱלֹהֵ֑ינוּ אֲבַקְשָׁ֖ה ט֣וֹב לָֽךְ׃
(תהילים קכ”ב ו’-ט’)