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The Fall of Aleppo

It's supposed to be a time of newness, a time of renewed commitments, or a period of resolve to make better choices.  While it's a new year, many existing tragedies accompany us in this transition from 2016 to 2017.  Below one of our bloggers focuses on one of these tragedies, so immense in its horror that its shadow lingers over all of humanity beckoning us to respond in some way.  

An East Jerusalem Birthday

It was a cold, crisp November day in Jerusalem and the kids and I had been invited to a birthday party in a neighborhood in East Jerusalem that I have been working in. The family’s son specifically asked that my kids come. This neighborhood, in particular, has become very special to me and I have fallen in love with many of its residents. They are incredibly generous despite their own challenges and have welcomed me warmly into their community. One day, I even walked out of a home to find a crew of young men fixing all the dents in my car and the places where my bumper was not screwed in correctly after an accident, work that would have cost hundreds of shekels in a garage! Yet they refused payment.

Mary Bears Witness

For all of you who come into this holiday season with heavy burdens, Mary bears witness and her story is for you. It was her son who said, “All you who are weary and burdened, come and I will give you rest.” And he was gone. What rest and hope are left when a mother stares at the lifeless body of her eldest child?

5 Reasons Palestinian Women Gain Weight While Pregnant

1) Everyone wants to spoil you when you’re pregnant.

The minute your family and family-in-law find out you’re pregnant, they start treating you extra nice. They treat you like you can’t be touched. They yell at the children who run around you, and they won’t let you carry or do anything that would make you a little tired. You start feeling like you have a disease!

The “Intifada” and a Heart Torn in Two

The sounds of sirens and helicopters seem to have intruded the air all around me in Jerusalem, interrupting life on a consistent basis. As I drive my children to their daycare, I am suddenly passed by dozens of emergency vehicles. I arrive and find that, sure enough, another attack has taken place just down the street. It’s not the first time, and everyone is worried. Another desperate Palestinian teenager with a knife has been shot dead and a Jewish civilian is seriously injured with wounds inflicted by the knife in the dead teenager’s hand, his life likely forever changed and scarred.

When the preacher doubts

During the height of violence, I was struck by a force that I had felt only a few times in the past. The first time was in university when someone had ignited my apartment’s front door with gasoline and I had so much adrenaline pumping trying to control the fire. The force stayed way longer than the actual fire. The second time I felt it was at my uncle’s house when a sniper had just fired a rubber bullet at him, and all of us at the house ducked instinctively. Then the rush of adrenaline helped us find a way to get my uncle to the hospital for treatment. That same force stayed with me longer than it took for his wounds to heal.