Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem

I was 37 when Israel fought the Yom Kippur war. Knowing how the enemy loves to celebrate destruction with greater destruction, I have been nervous every Yom Kippur for fifty years. I sighed with relief when we passed through Yom Kippur without incident. But my relief was short lived. The terrorist instead chose Simchat Torah, (the time of celebrating the joy and the beauty of the Torah). It is a time of feasting, dancing, and singing. The feast in 2023 turned into a bloodbath. People being hacked to death. A country living in peace was stormed with barbaric relish – and this is just the beginning.

The world is watching in horror. Fear is gripping the nations. How far will this spread? The very fabric of civilization seems to be unraveling.

Strangely, it didn’t take much to break down. But it is not civilization that is troubling us – it is survival.

Will we survive – or is this the beginning of the end? Either way – we who are in Christ are heading into a glorious future.

But that does not negate the heart sorrow we feel for the lost, and for our Father’s first born – the Jews.