All of us, if indeed we are human, have a sometimes fierce undercurrent of longing to be a part of, to belong to, something. This desire resides in humanity’s core. It’s an element in our spiritual DNA.
Recently Shadia Qubti, a Palestinian Christian woman from Nazareth, shared about her experience attending a Hillsong concert in Caesarea. It was a moving article about feeling overlooked as other Christian groups were welcomed, and Palestinian Christians were not named, recognized or welcomed.
What a busy month! What a busy life! What a busy Goody!
I landed in Israel after two intense weeks in the UK. My coat pockets stuffed with Cadbury's chocolate mini eggs (despite them not being fair trade) and blocks of cheese...gifts for Easter.
I stood on a rooftop in the Old City feeling the cool reprieve of early nightfall and the broken heat wave, a breeze that gently chilled my skin as I forgot the long, hot day that left me parched for water. I looked around me as inky blackness settled over the city.
The past few weeks I have been contemplating an issue but have been unable to give it an appropriate title. So, perhaps by presenting the issue, I can process it and identify what really bothers me.
Yet sometimes, I have to say something. It is for this reason I have chosen to join my sisters in Christ on this blog that challenges and urges those who read it to think and then react. The other writers of this blog are my precious sisters in Christ. We don’t agree on everything. But to the best of my understanding, unity does not mean agreeing on every jot and tittle of life, our faith, or politics. And so, I must, like a voice in the wilderness, cry out. I am Vociferor.
My son tentatively touches the bow to the instrument, his little fingers hesitant but eager, the strings tight as if with the same excitement and anticipation reflecting from his big eyes.
One would think he was touching a masterpiece or finding a long lost treasure by his reaction.
“I saw Jesus,” my Dad told everyone who would listen in the months leading up to his death. I wonder if it was to make it real to himself, or to give us comfort after his passing.
This is the final post in our series looking back on our two years blogging together. In this series we asked each of our 8 bloggers to look back at their favorite blog posts from each of their fellow bloggers. In this post, we focus on our favorite posts from Israeli blogger Q. and Palestinian Jerusalemite blogger Tootsie Pop.