Bitachon isn’t tested by flight delays. That’s merely a practice session. It’s tested when a marriage dissolves, when illness enters the body, when one’s home burns to the ground, or when someone we love is suddenly gone.
Here we are — with scars that will never heal, but might, with time, soften.
A political entity that lacks unified governance, defined and controlled territory and a commitment to peace remains something other than a state. To pretend otherwise is not compassion. It is dangerous negligence.
To see the ordinary as extraordinary, to reach just past what feels like an ending — or even hopelessness — this, too, is reason for happiness.
Even in the face of these murders, the same narrative persists, the one that excuses or explains away Jewish blood when it’s spilled.
The thoughts and feelings that arise for you as you look at this photo of Evyatar David will tell you a lot about yourself.
There is a new form of Jew-hatred rising, and like every other form before it, it wears the mask of moral clarity.
The Palestinians will never be free by killing Jews. They will only be free when they free themselves from their eliminationist mindset.
America is our home. Our flawed, beautiful, battered, and still-standing home. We don’t need to agree with everything in it to love it.
What’s extraordinary here is that tiny Israel — just a sliver of land on the eastern edge of the Mediterranean — is doing what the entire Western world should have done long ago.