I Didn’t Know…

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.

Blogger’s Favorites from Q. and Tootsie Pop (Part 4 of 4)

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.

Celebration and Remembrance

This is a time of holidays, celebrations and remembrance. As Jews, we are a people of passion and extremes. We remember our history as a people in repeating cycles of weeks, months and years. We always seem to be remembering something from our long history. Our memorials and celebrations are often framed by death, destruction, suffering and loss. We remember that deliverance comes at a cost.

4 Activists and 4 Questions: A Passover Challenge for Social Change

As this Passover comes, the themes of oppression, liberation and redemption are at the forefront of my mind.  One of the Hebrew names for Passover is zman heyruteinu, the season of our freedom.  As I look at the political situation around me in Israel, as I travel to and from the United States, my heart is heavy.

Heart Cries

How does one continue to live in a land where the government legalizes land theft calling it regulation, where the majority voices no objection to repeated confiscation of land to which others hold valid deeds; where killing unarmed, incapacitated persons in cold blood is justified to the extent that the perpetrator is sometimes named “hero?” These questions haunt my days and nights.