Friday, March 04, 2005
Sparks From Israel
The Yellow Brick Road
My friend is a soldier. He was coming home once from Gaza looking tired and scuffed up. People got up to let him sit down. He ordered a shawarma and the man would not take his money. This is Israel, a country where everyone has been a soldier and understands what it is like to serve your country. I’m sure many of those who leave because they are looking for a simpler life will always feel that they traded a part of their soul for something that is partly empty. It’s good to be needed and to protect your family.
In the exile, one relies on the laws of other Nations for protection. However no matter how hard a Jew tries to assimilate anti-Semitism and anti-Israel sentiment seems to be rising. I suppose one finds himself increasingly having to defend his opinions about Israel or take up the cause of anti-Israel sentiment to be politically correct. I wonder what fear could ever turn a person against his brother. I’ve never had this feeling so it’s foreign to me, but I would venture to say that its cure can be found in ones Native Land.
Just like the lion who traveled the yellow brick road, to discover the courage that was always inside of him; from here one can feel the undercurrent of our strength as a people. It is a family of many tribes, dependant on each other. Here is the place they all come together and form themselves into a Nation. Everyday soldiers who defend the country they love and reap its abundant harvests while at the same time excelling in the market places of the world. It’s a wonderful feeling to have left the final exile and come home to a world where one can truly build their permanent home; from the hills of the Golan Heights to the shores of Gush Katif.
The Yellow Brick Road
My friend is a soldier. He was coming home once from Gaza looking tired and scuffed up. People got up to let him sit down. He ordered a shawarma and the man would not take his money. This is Israel, a country where everyone has been a soldier and understands what it is like to serve your country. I’m sure many of those who leave because they are looking for a simpler life will always feel that they traded a part of their soul for something that is partly empty. It’s good to be needed and to protect your family.
In the exile, one relies on the laws of other Nations for protection. However no matter how hard a Jew tries to assimilate anti-Semitism and anti-Israel sentiment seems to be rising. I suppose one finds himself increasingly having to defend his opinions about Israel or take up the cause of anti-Israel sentiment to be politically correct. I wonder what fear could ever turn a person against his brother. I’ve never had this feeling so it’s foreign to me, but I would venture to say that its cure can be found in ones Native Land.
Just like the lion who traveled the yellow brick road, to discover the courage that was always inside of him; from here one can feel the undercurrent of our strength as a people. It is a family of many tribes, dependant on each other. Here is the place they all come together and form themselves into a Nation. Everyday soldiers who defend the country they love and reap its abundant harvests while at the same time excelling in the market places of the world. It’s a wonderful feeling to have left the final exile and come home to a world where one can truly build their permanent home; from the hills of the Golan Heights to the shores of Gush Katif.
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