Tears

I cried.

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.

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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.

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