I cried for the Palestinian children who could not know Israelis other than the soldiers. I cried for the Israeli settlers who could not see past the “security threat” that Palestinians pose. I cried for the Palestinian men and women, whose reality and sense of normalcy are distorted by the occupation. I cried for the Israeli children who were taught to have no empathy for others.
Then he began to call down curses, and he swore to them, “I don’t know the man!” Immediately a rooster crowed. Then Peter remembered the word Jesus had spoken: “Before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times.” And he went outside and wept bitterly.