Wherever we travel, wherever we find ourselves in this vast world, all we have to do is pay attention, look around, maybe put ourselves out there a bit, and we will surely find, and connect with, members of our extended family.
This past decade has made me much more humble when considering what we humans claim to know and far less sure about what will come to pass.
By witnessing or hearing about the fear, pain, distress and terror of others, our own well-being can be deeply affected.
Our prayer is that we would not need to fight. But when we must prevail, we remember who we are. We remember our name.
To claim that our return to Zion is illegitimate is to deny our history — a history written not just on parchment but also in stone.
How can we find a path forward that can transport us to a more hopeful future?
These terrorists make no distinction between the “Little Satan” and the “Great Satan”: Israel and America.
We have to remember the beautiful, precious, kind, and generous soul whose absence causes this sorrow.
It’s been almost a year since these sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, grandparents were stolen from their lives and their families—almost a year of unimaginable agony.
Thank you Judge Scarsi for seeing us, for understanding us, and for this temporary injunction that we hope might lead to more robust and permanent protections for our people.
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