What world are we living in??

Posted on by Keith Dvorchik

The amount of lies, misstatements, and falsehoods I have seen since October 7th are truly amazing.  I had stopped watching most major media news because of their agendas a while ago.  I now see their ‘highlights’ on social media and it disgusts me even more.  Critical analysis is to be expected.  Factual and fair discussions are to be expected.  Disagreements on policy is to be expected.  None of that is what we are getting.

What we are getting is truly unethical journalism.  It’s agenda based, largely focused on Jew hatred.  What we are getting is completely unanalyzed propaganda being spread as fact.  I remember going through Yad Vashem, Israel’s Holocaust Museum, the first few times and wondering how that type of crazy propaganda actually worked.  We are now seeing it in real life, in real time.

I watch somebody like Piers Morgan go for ratings instead of the facts.  I listen to him say the most ridiculous things to get views and clicks on social media.  When faced with the facts, he chooses to bulldoze over people and shout them down unless they push back powerfully and argue with him.  Which then gets him more views, more clicks, and more ratings.  He is now the news version of Jerry Springer. Watch his interaction with Fleur Hassan-Nahoum. He could have asked, “Why don’t Palestinians have the same rights as Americans?” When caught, he quickly shuts down the conversation.

I listen to what Christiane Amanpour says regularly and it makes me sick.  A once respected journalist is a shill for terrorists and those who hate Jews.  When interviewing people from the UN, UNRWA or UNICEF, she never bothers to ask why Hamas terrorists are being found in their schools and medical clinics.  She doesn’t seem to wonder why the entrance to Hamas tunnels are found near the UNRWA schools and clinics.  She is happy to highlight that the people near the schools and clinics are in danger but leaves out the reason why – the connection to Hamas.  She is happy to report on the Israeli people being unhappy with Netanyahu but neglects to discuss that there is an electoral process that will enable them to choose somebody else.  She fails to discuss how Abbas is now in year 20 of a 5 year term or how Hamas has been in power since 2005 with no opportunity for the people to select another form of government.

The lies I see in the New York Times, Washington Post, Wall Street Journal or told on the nightly national news make my stomach turn.  I’ve been to Israel since October 7th and am going back in a few weeks.  I see the pain and struggle of the Israeli people.  I see the impact of the war and how everybody wants it to end as soon as possible.  The hostages are on the minds of everybody, and their return is felt throughout the country.  Other than far right extremists, nobody is talking about taking Gaza in a land grab.  They are talking about a military grab of the hostages.  They are talking about eliminating Hamas and their leadership as a risk to Israel.

On my last trip I went to both Kibbutz Kfar Aza and the site of the Nova music festival.  It was one of the most powerful experiences of my life.  At Kfar Aza I saw what Hamas did.  I had seen it on the 47-minute Hamas video and other clips.  I saw it in the Sheryl Sandberg documentary, “Screams of Silence”.  Yet standing there, listening to the story of each family at each house, burned my insides.  Seeing the street of young people where EVERY SINGLE PERSON was either killed or taken hostage was brutal and I’m not sure I will ever truly recover from that.  Walking up to the back gate where the Hamas terrorists came through followed by the second and third wave of ‘innocent Gazans’ who came to rob the people they had become friends with and ate lunch and dinner with regularly, was infuriating.  Seeing how close Jabaliyah was (less than a mile from the gate, less than half a mile from the back of the Kibbutz) was a bit shocking.  Knowing I could walk to Jabaliyah in 10 minutes or less from the Kibbutz was a reality check.  These are the things the media doesn’t show to the masses. 

Jabaliya from the back of Kibbutz Kfar Aza. The fence is halfway to the back. It’s less than 1 mile away.
All those killed or taken hostage at the Nova Music Festival on October 7th.

I listen to the cries for a cease fire, and I wonder what these people are thinking.  A cease fire with people who say they will do what they did on October 7th over and over and over again until all the Jews are dead?  How do you have a cease fire with that type of person?  You certainly can’t trust them to keep their word.  You know that it’s only temporary and the end result will be even more people killed.  It seems that the long-standing complaints about our education system are finally showing themselves with so many people unable to do any critical thinking or analysis.  Before September 11, 2001, I understood American’s lack of understanding about the risk of terrorism because we had not experienced it.  After 9/11 I can’t understand the desire to defend terrorists, especially those who merely call Israel, “Little Satan” because the United States is the “Great Satan”.  They openly call for our destruction and American’s still defend them.  Who have we raised?  Where is basic intelligence? 

In the last week, I have begun to see the next wave of this propaganda.  Israel is now going to take over Lebanon in the next land grab.  The bombs Israel is dropping and the attacks they are involved with in Lebanon are somehow not related at all to Hezbollah sending rockets into Israel on a daily basis for the past month.  The fact that Israeli’s who live in that northern area have been evacuated for months due to the bombing by Hezbollah is ignored.  Israel fighting back to keep her citizens safe isn’t reported.  Once again, it is framed as Israeli (Jewish) aggression and a land grab.  They are denying that Arab nations kicked out Jews and that Jews left freely of their own will. They deny their own Judenfrei stated goals. The lies continue.

France has banned Israeli citizens and companies from attending a defense technology trade show. 

The Maldives banned everybody with an Israeli passport from entering, now creating an issue for the Christians, Muslims, Druze, and Baha’i Israelis.  That’s because the Maldives really only intended to ban Jews and is now trying to find a way to backtrack. 

The tent cities are popping back up on college campuses, now not covered by the media because interest in that story has passed.  Gabby Deutch highlighted in her X posting that, “The New Republic, a historic institution in American journalism, has a writer covering antisemitism who spent the morning of Oct. 7, after the crimes of Hamas were clear, calling the actions a “rebellion” & writing “good morning” above a picture of the attack.” 

Just today, the Department of Education brought the first cases brought since October 7th to a close, finding that The University of Michigan and CUNY didn’t adequately investigate campus antisemitism and Islamophobia There are still more than 100 cases open.  Think about that.  100 open cases on college campuses in the United States where they have not protected Jewish students from antisemitism. 

This is the world we live in today. I know most people who read this know most of this already. The key is for those of us who know, to keep learning. For those of us who don’t know to learn. And for everybody to educate those who don’t know. There are plenty of people who hate Jews and do this intentionally. There are far more who simply know nothing and believe what they see or read because they don’t have a way to get information. This weekend, I spent time with some friends in Central Illinois. I had a long conversation with one of them who told me he really didn’t know. He didn’t believe what he was reading and seeing because it made no sense, but he didn’t know the history. He didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t know the basic facts. That’s our job. To educate. To challenge the lies. To show proof. When they claim there were no rapes, we need to shout them down and show the facts. When they claim Israel murdered the Israelis on October 7th, we need to shout them down and show the facts, the Hamas self taken videos.

As my friend said today, it’s time to play offense. As Jews, we have hidden or played defense for thousands of years. Playing defense is no longer acceptable. We need to play offense. We need to be educating those who don’t know. We need to be speaking out loudly about what is going on. We need to challenge the lies. We know from our many thousands of years of history that it never just goes away. We can’t hide and escape. Just as Israel is fighting back from the pogrom of October 7th, so must we, in the diaspora, fight back against the lies and hatred since October 7th. Never again is now. How will you answer your grandchildren when they ask what you did to protect the Jewish people after October 7th? This is your chance to choose your answer.

Father’s Day – thank you Barry Dvorchik z”l

Posted on by Keith Dvorchik

A friend of mine’s father was dying. He is in the music industry and shared this song with me. My father died on September 6, 2022. The haunting voice and lyrics speak powerfully to me. It describes my relationship with my father. I had three weeks with him at the end where I got to spend hours daily together. Some days we had deep conversations. Some days he wasn’t doing well and I sat with him. I was there through procedures we thought would get him better. And I was there at the end when my mom and I went to his hospital room just after he died.

Those last three weeks we were not father and son. Like the lyrics say, we were two men saying goodbye. I think he knew that’s what we were doing. Deep down, maybe I did as well. I remember getting him food delivered the first time he could eat non-hospital food. Ordering Philly cheesesteaks shipped from the famous Pat’s and then reheated for him. Taking walks around the floor of the hospital. He knew my mistakes and I knew some of his. We had long got past those things.

So every day, I strive to make him proud. Every day I hold my actions against what he would think of them. Every day, I judge myself by the standards he set for me. Every day I am a better human being because of him. So on this father’s day, I say thank you Dad. For being yourself. For teaching me how to be a good human being. For having values and ethics. For ensuring I have something to stand for. For being an example of how to be a father to my children and one day, a grandfather to my grandchildren. To be a husband, a leader, and a Jew.

Happy father’s day Dad. You may not be here physically, but you will always be here with me.

My dad and me at Evan’s bar mitzvah. Filled with joy. A treasured moment.

Lyrics

Oh, before they turn off all the lights
I won’t read you your wrongs or your rights
The time has gone
I’ll tell you goodnight, close the door
Tell you I love you once more
The time has gone
So here it is

I’m not your son, you’re not my father
We’re just two grown men saying goodbye
No need to forgive, no need to forget
I know your mistakes and you know mine
And while you’re sleeping I’ll try to make you proud
So, daddy, won’t you just close your eyes?
Don’t be afraid, it’s my turn
To chase the monsters away

Oh, well, I’ll read a story to you
Only difference is this one is true
The time has gone
I folded your clothes on the chair
I hope you sleep well, don’t be scared
The time has gone
So here it is

I’m not your son, you’re not my father
We’re just two grown men saying goodbye
No need to forgive, no need to forget
I know your mistakes and you know mine
And while you’re sleeping I’ll try to make you proud
So, daddy, won’t you just close your eyes?
Don’t be afraid, it’s my turn
To chase the monsters away

Sleep a lifetime
Yes, and breathe a last word
You can feel my hand on your own
I will be the last one
So I’ll leave a light on
Let there be no darkness, in your heart

But I’m not your son, you’re not my father
We’re just two grown men saying goodbye
No need to forgive, no need to forget
I know your mistakes and you know mine
And while you’re sleeping I’ll try to make you proud
So, daddy, won’t you just close your eyes?
Don’t be afraid, it’s my turn
To chase the monsters away

The last picture I took of my dad, just before we left the night he died. The love and peace in his face brings tears to my eyes and always will. Such a sweet and generous man.

Nes Gadol Hayah Sham, a great miracle happened there.

Posted on by Keith Dvorchik

There hasn’t been a lot of joy since October 7th.  Sure, there have been family simchas.  There have been birthdays and anniversaries.  Life continues which means meaningful events occur, but there hasn’t been much sheer joy.  Briefly when the hostages were released in December after 50 days of captivity.  There has been a lot of stress, a lot of grieving, a lot of worry about friends and family members serving in the IDF.  Concern with the rise of antisemitism on campus and in our cities and towns. 

This morning was joy.  It was announced that four (4) of the hostages were rescued from the market in Nuseirat.  They were being held captive in private homes by ‘civilians’.  The same ‘civilians’ that participated on October 7th.  The same ones that held hostages after October 7th.  The same ones that hide guns and rockets in their children’s bedrooms, a baby’s crib, in the schools and in the hospitals. 

Noa Argamani (25), Almog Meir Jan (21), Andrey Kozlov (27) and Shalom Ziv (40) are free today. The IDF had a very detailed and daring rescue planned and got them out. They were being held in “civilian homes’.

Almog Jan spoke after being released and said that they were moved from house to house during the 8 months of captivity. When the media and other groups talk about the innocent people being killed, remember that the innocent people helped with October 7th. They were involved with the second and third waves of the attack. They turn their homes into military bases, even their children’s rooms and baby’s cribs. They hide hostages in their homes. The definition of ‘innocent’ seems to not fit very well.

The rescue of the hostages has reverberated throughout the Jewish world. Friends in Israel reached out with a joy I haven’t heard in a long time. Friends in the US shared their excitement and gratitude. It has been the topic of the day. These two videos are what it is all about. It’s the importance of Jewish community. They are why we want and need Israel. When I read that Noa Argamani said, ‘There was a knock on the door. A voice said, “It’s the IDF. We’ve come to take you home.’” I got chills.

Noa Argamani reuniting with her father. I cried watching this.

Shlomi Ziv talking to his wife for the first time in 8 months.  I am not embarrassed to admit that I cried watching it too.

As wonderful as the news of the rescue of the hostages was, there was sad news as well. Arnon Zamora (z’l), an IDF soldier who was a part of the force that broke into the apartment where the hostages were being held, was severely injured during a battle, and later died in the hospital. This brave IDF soldier risked, and lost, his life for Israel, for the Jewish people, and for the hostages. Arnon left behind a wife and two children. On October 7th, he led the battle at the Yad Mordechai Junction, eliminating dozens of terrorists and preventing the terrorists from infiltrating northwards. He then went on to fight in the battle at Kibbutz Nahal Oz and Kibbutz Be’eri. Unlike America, who still does nothing to rescue the American hostages in Gaza, Israel takes action. Arnon knew the risks. He also understood that rescuing the hostages was far more than saving these four people. It was saving a nation. It was saving the Jewish people. What a hero. What a huge loss. What a lesson. What an inspiration.

Arnon Zamora (z’l), killed in the rescue of the four hostages. May the memory of this hero always be for a blessing.

Almog Meir, shown above with his grandfather, learned today that his father died today. When they went to notify Yossi Meir about his son, they found his body. Yossi died before learning his son was alive and had been rescued. I can’t think of much worse for a parent, not knowing if your child is alive or what type of abuse they are undergoing as a hostage. Almog celebrates his freedom by preparing for the funeral of his father a day later. I can’t imagine what he is going through. Hamas stole his time with his father and may even be the reason his father died, so worried about the fate of his son.

Those who hate Israel and Jews have already come out strong with criticism. They focus on the approximately 200 dead and 400 injured in Gaza during the rescue. They like to overlook the fact that the hostages were kept in personal homes. They like to forget that the market and the UNRWA camp had become Hamas military installations. They don’t like to admit that Hamas firing at the IDF killed many of the people. They call them ‘innocent civilians’ despite the fact that they participated in the keeping of the hostages, they allowed Hamas to have military bases inside their community, and were actively involved with Hamas.

They also use the pictures of Noa Argamani and claim that she wasn’t raped (we don’t know if she was or wasn’t on October 7th or since then) so there was no sexual violence or rape by Hamas and that she gained weight so was treated great and somehow got food when there is none available and Gazans are starving. In their rapid Jew hatred, they actually are proving that UNRWA is giving the food to Hamas and not the people. They are showing their Jew hatred because Noa isn’t pregnant which automatically means there was no rape or sexual violence by Hamas. The rabid antisemitism is unbearable to watch especially with the lies they spread.

They criticize the tactical approach Israel used which involved pretending to be humanitarian vehicles to get into the area. They neglect all the times Hamas has used ambulances, hospitals, schools, and mosques to attack Israel and Jews. It’s a very self-indulgent approach to attack Israel and the Jews. It is their pattern. We cannot allow it to continue. We must call out the lies every time we hear or read them. We must call out the Jew hatred and antisemitism when we see it.

The IDF showed us today the importance of fighting back. We each have that responsibility. We cannot allow the lies and half-truths to stand unchallenged. We cannot allow the facts to be manipulated and twisted. At my age, I can’t join the IDF to fight back but I can fight back with advocacy, with knowledge, and with relationships. I can stand up and speak out. I wear my Magen David everywhere. I wear my dogtags for ‘We will dance again’ and for ‘Bring then home now’. I wear my lapel pins, one for the hostages and one with the US and Israeli flag on it. I wear short sleeves to show off my ‘We will dance again’ and ‘Nova’ tattoos.

The world we live in is one filled with Jew hatred. We have a choice. We can fight back or we can try to hide. Throughout history, our attempts to fit in and hide have not worked. Fighting back has been the only way to ensure our safety. I choose to fight back. Just like the IDF rescuing the 4 hostages today by fighting back, so will I fight back. I refuse to run and hide. I refuse to pretend I am not Jewish and try to fit in, hoping that they will leave me alone. Those who side with evil because they hope they will be spared should look at history. It never works out that way.

Israel and the IDF showed us how we fight back today. They showed us how every Jew matters. They inspired us. Now it’s our turn to show them how we fight back. How every Jew matters to us. We need to inspire them. We fight back by speaking up. We fight back by writing to our legislators and holding them accountable. We fight back by voting and making sure the incumbants and challengers know that Israel matters to us. We insire our Israeli brothers and sisters by our actions. We visit Israel to show them we care and they matter. We visit the Kibbuzim that were devastated on October 7th, the Nova festival site, the displaced Israelis from the North and the South, and soldiers on bases to give them a hug and remind them that they matter to us. After my trip to Israel in May, it became clear how important just showing up was to Israelis. I’ll be back in July in part to do the same thing all over again.

Today was a great day as 4 hostages were rescued. There are 120 more to get home. The leadership of Hamas must be stopped. There is a lot left to do. One of the famous sayings in Pirke Avot, the Ethics of our Fathers, is, “You are not required to finish your work, yet neither are you permitted to desist from it.” This holds true with the war in Gaza. We must engage. We must fight back. The world thinks they can bully us and as the IDF showed today, they are wrong. Let’s make sure they see it from all of us.

Normal? What’s normal? Lessons in what is most valuable in life

Posted on by Keith Dvorchik

Normal.  Such a simple word.  I remember when we argued about the meaning.  I remember when it was considered offensive because what was normal to me might not be normal for you and vice versa.  Over the last few years, it seems that distinction has fallen away as nobody has felt ‘normal’.  I was thinking today, “When was the last time we felt normal?”

In January 2017, a few months after I started at The Roth Family JCC, we received our first bomb threat in a series of threats that would terrorize JCCs for 6 months.  We received the very first one.  A few days later, we got a second one.  We got our third in two weeks before our security director guessed that these were robo-dialed calls and not only blocked robo calls but also put in other steps that stopped us from getting any more.  The bomb threats cost us huge revenue.  As they continued for five more months, security became a priority and an additional expense.  Revenue was down.  Expenses were up.  Morale was down from staff and members.  It created an economic hole that took a few years to dig out of.

Just as we began to recover from the bomb threats and everything that created, there was a new virus that was beginning to go around at that time.  We were concerned a little bit about what it could mean but we had other scares like SARS and Bird Flu and H1N1. We were conditioned that this would be another thing that was no big deal. March 13, 2020, we closed the JCC for two weeks to ‘slow the curve’ and the spread of the virus.  A week later we laid off 136 of our 139 employees as we shut down for an undetermined amount of time.  While we began the reopening process in early May and rehired most employees (some didn’t want to come back because of Covid), nothing was normal again.

Covid, while better in Florida than most of the rest of the country, was filled with stress.  Running a nonprofit, trying to deal with a new business model, keeping people as safe as we could with changing protocols and knowledge, was incredibly difficult and challenging.  For over two years it was a different reality.  As we came out of Covid, we now had to deal with the employment crisis, people not wanting to work, the rising cost of labor, inflation and the rising cost of everything, and nationwide inflation.  This year plus was challenging in an entirely different.  Staffing was at a crisis level.  Everybody wanted more money.  Managing through yet another crisis was exhausting.

Then it was October 7th.  The world changed.  My world changed.  For each of the prior crises they were business related and there was a way to manage through them.  While there were personal impacts of each, they felt temporary.  All three together had taken a huge toll.  October 7th was different.  It ripped to my core.  8 months later it’s still an open wound.  It’s still stressful with no end in sight.  I still worry about my friends and family and their children who are serving in the IDF. 

It’s been 7 ½ years of stress.  Not many breaks.  Not much time to rest and recover.  One thing after another.  I’ve had the good fortune to get to go to Israel five times during these 7 ½ years.  It was the spiritual salve I needed to survive.  This last trip in May was not only incredibly needed after October 7th, it also gave me the opportunity to really take a deep look into who I am, what matters to me, and what I am going to prioritize.  As Saul Blinkoff, our trip leader said to us, “What you will die for determines what you will live for.”

In the past few weeks since I have been back from Israel, this has resonated greatly for me.  There are some easy answers.  I’d die for my family.  I’d die to save the world.  There are also some clear other things.  I would not die for any material item.  If money got it or can replace it, it is not worth dying for.  But what about ideas and ideals?  What about values?  Would I die for freedom of speech?  For freedom of religion?  If I saw a bunch of people being attacked, would I jump in to save them and risk my life?  What if they weren’t strangers and were people that I knew?  What if they were clearly Jewish people being attacked because they were Jewish?  These are all real questions now.

While I’d like to say I would jump in regardless of who they are, I am not sure that I would.  If they were people that I knew, I think that I would.  What about if they were a group of Jews being attacked because they were Jewish?  Prior to October 7th, I probably would have called the police and not jumped in.  Today I would jump in.  I would risk my life to save a group of Jews.  It’s amazing how that has changed for me.  As a Jew, post October 7th, I do feel it is my responsibility and obligation to save other Jews.  While I don’t like the fact that I probably would only call the police if they weren’t people I knew or weren’t obviously Jews, that is also my post October 7th reality.  I have seen as the world has been silent when it comes to Jews.  My obligation, as a Jew, is greater when it comes to Jews because I don’t believe others will protect or save us. 

With IDF soldiers who are risking their lives to protect Israel, the Jewish people and me. They are babies and they inspire me.

What about a mass shooter or a terrorist?  Would I risk my life to save people in that situation?  Before October 7th, I probably would have said something like, “I like to think that I would but I’d probably hide and hope.”   After October 7th, I would fight.  I would risk my life.  I have watched my brothers and sisters in the IDF risk their lives.  I have seen those who have lost their lives.  Their bravery inspires me to do more.  I couldn’t live with myself if I stood by or hid and let terror win.

Rami Davidian, a farmer who saved 750 people on October 7th from the Nova Music Festival. This ordinary man is a hero. He stepped up when called. I have to do the same.

Would I die for the United States?  There was a time I would have said yes.  Not today.  Not with the rise of antisemitism and the weak responses to it.  This is not the country I grew up in nor do we follow the beliefs that I grew up with.  Equality of opportunity is false.  A country accepting of our differences is false.  I’m not saying I don’t love America or don’t want to live here.  I am saying I wouldn’t die for America because I don’t believe America wants to live for me.  As a Jew in America, I don’t think America cares about me.  America is an idea and an ideal.  Both are failing today.  I have always wondered how the Roman Empire, one of the greatest countries/empires ever, fell.  I see it in America.  I understand how the Roman Empire fell. I wouldn’t sacrifice my life for the fall of America.

This is a theme that I will continue to think about.  The stress and lack of normalcy in the past nearly 8 years have had a huge impact on me.  I’m not sure I really understood the impact until after October 7th.  This last trip to Israel has begun to clear things up for me.

We live in a world where things are valued.  Where hate is an acceptable way to deal with stress.  People don’t live with values, morals or ethics.  It becomes, “How do I get away with doing the wrong thing?” because it is financially beneficial or makes me feel better instead of asking, “How do I do the right thing” regardless of the benefit.   We trade time for money when money can be replaced but time cannot.  We miss out on our families because we value our title at work more than our families until we lose or the other.

My dad always taught us that family came first.  I believed it.  I preached it at every organization that I ran.  By the end, I found myself enforcing that for everybody in the organization instead of myself.  What a mistake.  As I experienced October 7th and learned of family of friends who were hostages or who were murdered, it made me value my family even more.  The combination of my father’s death and October 7th made me value time highest of all.  It made health just behind time.  It changed my choices and what I value.  There is no employment position that is ever worth dying for.  If that’s the case, that means there is never an employment position that is worth living for. 

The tombstone you will never see.

I love what I do today because I get to make an impact, work with people I like, on projects that are exciting, and we do things the right way.  I have the ability to take on projects that excite me and decline ones that don’t.  I can balance my time.  I’ve spent more time both working and being present than ever before.  It’s really cool.  I also have realized how unique it is.  That part makes me sad.

After Covid I saw people beginning to ask different questions about work.  I didn’t quite get it.  After October 7th I did.  I grew up in a generation that valued hard work.  That valued titles and money.  Gordon Gecko’s ‘Greed is Good’ speech was a rally call to my generation.

I was in college when Michael Douglas gave that speech as Gordon Gecko and it defined what we all wanted to be.  More was better.  Less not so good.  A big house was good.  A bigger house was better.  Two bigger houses was even better.  More, more, more.  And we only got that by sacrificing time.  October 7th reminded me that time is what is precious.  That if I am going to be greedy, I want it to be with my time.  I want the way I use my time to be meaningful and impactful.  The great Rabbi, Jim Valvano, in his farewell speech at the ESPYs in 1993 talked about the three things you should do every day. Laugh.  Think.  Cry. 

Laugh, Think, Cry. That’s a full day. “Rabbi” Jim Valvano (z’l)

That’s how I want to spend my days.  Days of meaning.  Days of fulfillment.  Days of joy. 

The great thing about life is that as long as we are breathing, we have the ability to do whatever we want.  We can make the changes that we want.  We can be the people we want to be.  If you want to be inspired to be better, to do better, watch the entirety of “Rabbi” Jim Valvano’s (z’l) final speech.  It never gets old for me.  It always inspires me.  And now it teaches me about the person I want to be in this lifetime.

“Rabbi” Jim Valvano’s (z’l) final speech in full. It always makes me think. It always makes me cry.

My head hurts as the world spins out of control

Posted on by Keith Dvorchik

 Every day, I find myself getting more and more frustrated at the lack of leadership in our Jewish communities, in our country, and around the world.  The rise of Jew hatred is not just what we see on college campuses.  It’s not just the ICC and the charges from South Africa that other countries are now joining.  It’s not just the shooting at Jewish schools in Toronto and Montreal or a synagogue in Vancouver.  There is a systemic effort going on to make us think we are safe while the walls close around us.  We are once again putting our heads in the sand and failing to see what is actually happening.  This scares me.

As things in the north of Israel are now literally on fire, we have reached a new point in both the war and the Jew hatred around the world.  Israel has been attacked from the south and many people are no longer living there while the war in Gaza continues.  Evacuations from the north are well known but not appreciated.  Kiryat Shemona, where I have visited numerous times, now has only 8 houses left standing because of the bombing.  Iran has said any offensive by Israel against Hezbollah in Lebanon will result in a full war with Iran.  And yet the United States continues to kowtow to Iran and its role as the number one sponsor of state terror in the world.  Israel is literally being squeezed from three sides (the third is the Mediterranean Sea).  How much longer before the terrorists get an uprising in the West Bank/Judea and Samaria to squeeze Israel on all four sides while the United States plays games with Iran and our upcoming election?  This chalkboard image describes a scary future.

My great-grandfather told us that once, we could go traveling in Syria.

My grandma told that once, we used to be able to travel in Lebanon.

Mom tells me that once we could travel in the Galilee.

And yet, as Jews in the diaspora we continue to fight with each other.  We continue to ignore the existential threat to ourselves and work to defend those who openly declare their hatred and desire to murder us.  The Jewish apologists in the diaspora, specifically in America make me physically ill. Their efforts not only undermine Israel, they put every Jew in America at risk. They encourage the hatred of Jews by legitimizing it. The encourage attacks on Jews by legitimizing it.

Former Staff member of the US Department of the Interior, Lily Greenberg Call, was quoted as saying,

Instead of fighting for peace and the end of Hamas, true evil, her ‘Jewish values’ requires her to sacrifice the lives of Jews.  Instead of being a Queen Esther, a Hannah Senesh, a Golda Meir, she gives up the ability to save Jewish lives.  This is the same thinking in Spain prior to 1492 and in Germany in the 1920s and 1930s.  It is what led to the destruction of the 2nd Temple by the Romans in 70 and our 2,000-year exile.  We refuse to learn.  We refuse to stand up for ourselves and fight back.  Thankfully we have Israel now who fights back.  Israel inspires many of us in the diaspora to also fight back and not put our heads in the sand. Lily Greenberg Call represents a generation that would have Jews eliminated because of their sense of fairness. They, like generations before them, believe that if they stand with those who hate Jews, they will treated as if they aren’t Jews. That never works out. History has shown us that a Jew is a Jew is a Jew.

Somebody I follow on Twitter posted this.

I would add to the bottom, “Don’t defend their actions.” the Lily Greenberg Calls of the world excuse this behavior and blame the victim. The wouldn’t do this for any other group, just for Jews. It is amazing how quickly the world has forgotten the horrors of October 7th. Of the videos made by Hamas of what they were doing that day. I’ll never forget the joy in the voice of the Hamas man who was telling his parents that he personally murdered 10 ‘Yehuds’ (Jews). The joy in his father’s voice. How proud his mother was of him. I’ll never forget watching a terrorist behead a Jewish man on October 7th. Of the father jumping on a grenade to save his children who, traumatized, are taken to their kitchen by the terrorist while he gets a drink. The pain in their voices will never leave my mind. I’ll never forget walking through Kibbutz Kfar Aza and seeing the destruction from not just Hamas, but the second and third wave of Gazan civilians who came in and did more damage, robbed and mutilated Jewish bodies. These were people who the day before had sat together, talking peace, sharing a meal, hoping for a better future. A day later, these Gazans had no problem mutilating them. My friend from the trip, Mikey, posted this on Instagram that captures the feeling of being in Kfar Aza better than I have.


I haven’t given up on the many Palestinian people I have met who do want peace. Who want to live next door to Israel. Unfortunately I am giving up on the world who would rather support terrorists that want them dead than those who want peace. Iran and their proxies Hamas and Hezbollah have been clear that they want a Caliphate. They want the world to be their type of muslim and sharia law to be the law of the world. No more England, France, or Spain. No United States, Canada, or Mexico. No China or Russia. Everywhere must follow their version of Islam and live under sharia law. It won’t take too much longer for the first of these countries to experience this impact. Some are struggling with it again. It continues to be a self-inflicted wound.

I can only hope that our American leaders wake up to the threat. That they decide it is more important to lead than it is to plan for the next election. That being a leader means you do what is needed for the benefit of the country, not what is needed for you to be re-elected. That the threat of Iran, almost a nuclear Iran, is so great that action must be taken. That the corruption of the UN, UNRWA, and the Palestinian Authority is so great than none deserve to survive. That the Abraham Accords, bringing never before seen peace in the region, are a good things and worth investing in. Saudia Arabia and Indonesia were ready to normalize relations with Israel prior to October 7th. The world was changing.

Today we have UNRWA turning their schools in Gaza into military institutions. Tunnels with openings inside or next to the schools. Weapons stored and fired from the schools. These are UNRWA schools, funded by the UN and by the world.

We have Hamas using homes as militiary bases and the world cries when these homes/bases are destroyed. The picture below was from a child’s bedroom in Gaza.

The world wants to be social justice warriors and ignore the realities. I am fearful for the future of not just the United States but the world as a whole. What happens when Europe falls? When mass casualty events are occuring in the United States, Canada, South America, Europe, and around the world? Are we really that far away from the post-apocalyptic world of the Mad Max movies? I’ve been watching the new TV show Fallout on Prime with my kids. Is that our near future?

I am also amazed at the power of the protesters who know nothing. They attend Ivy League universities. The attend top academic institutions and yet show their indoctrination and lack of knowledge every time they open their mouths. We all saw the Columbia woman who wanted food delivered to their illegally occupied building at Columbia. We have seen many interviews of people who don’t know what river it is nor do they know what sea it is. This woman might be the worst of them all, self proclaiming she spent a semester in Israel/Palestine yet not knowing anything when asked. She even thinks Israel is a muslim country!

I returned from Israel two weeks ago. I go back to Israel in four weeks. Just as I wasn’t sure what Israel I was going to in May, I’m not sure what Israel I will be returning to in July. Will the hostages, or at least some of them, be freed? Will there be a ceasefire? Will Hamas leadership still be in place? Will there be a full war in the north? Can we go further north than Tel Aviv and Jerusalem? What will my second visit to Kibbutz Kfar Aza and the Nova site feel like? How will the world have changed in just the 6 weeks between visits?

Since my return from Israel, I have dug deeper into what is going on and it makes me sick the more I dig. The systemic hate. The lies that are told. Some of our ‘leaders’ who are filled with hatred and misinformation. I am usually a very optimistic person. I usually can find the good in any situation. I’m known for finding a pathway through challenges to a better place. As I sit here today, I am at a loss. As a world traveler, there are few places other than Israel that I would visit today. As an American, I don’t want to visit many of our states. Part of me thinks the only solution is what some of my Israeli friends have told me – to make Aliyah, to move to Israel where I will be safe. Yet I also know that running from the fight for security isn’t the answer either. The fight is here. There is no escaping it. Leaving it to people like the woman in the video who knows nothing isn’t acceptable. Abandoning people like Mikey who are fighting the fight here isn’t acceptable. Leaving it to apologists like Lily Greenberg Call is doing self harm and not acceptable. So I will stay and fight. I will urge you to join me. The future of the Jewish people is at stake. The future of the United States is at stake. The future of the world is at stake. Don’t sit by idly. Don’t stay uninformed or be quiet because you are afraid of the consequences of speaking out. I promise you, the price of your silences is far worse than the price of using your voice.

The words of Elie Weisel are more important now than ever.

We are the ones suffering and being humiliated. The people of Gaza are suffering and being humiliated because of Hamas, Iran, and those who would sacrifice them on the idol of Jew hatred. We cannot be silent. We cannot be neutral. We are the tormented. And we refuse to the victim once again.

You must choose – so choose wisely

Posted on by Keith Dvorchik

Having been to Israel so many times, I know what is reported in the media isn’t true.  I know they exaggerate and like to say and show what they think will draw eyes and clicks.  It used to not bother me that much because it was so obviously not the truth and people would ask me about it.  It used to be like that.

Since October 7th, the media’s coverage of Israel has been worse than ever.  The big difference is now people believe what they are being fed is true and don’t bother asking questions.  They see something on social media and that becomes the truth.  A perfect example is the recent fire that occurred in Rafa after Israel dropped a bomb on Hamas terrorist leaders.  The bomb was a smaller caliber one, targeted to hit an exact spot, which it did, to eliminate the terrorists (which it did).  However, the terrorists had additional weapons with them that created a secondary explosion that started the fire that killed civilians.   

The media was all over the fact that Israel bombed a civilian area.  That Israel attacked a safe zone.  That Israel was burning civilians alive.   That the explosions beheaded babies.  The “blame Israel” narrative from the media and on social media has been brutal.  Now that Israel is responding to the daily massive rocket attacks from Hezbollah in Lebanon, the “blame Israel” narrative is growing.  The tent cities are returning on campuses.  There were shootings at Jewish Day Schools in Toronto and Montreal and a synagogue in Vancouver (luckily nobody was there when they happened so there were no injuries).  Yet the media stays quiet.  Since returning from Israel, what I have noticed the most is the combination of silence in defending Israel and the massive attacks on Israel and Jews from all over the place, including Jews.

I understand well-meaning Jews who care about morals and ethics having issues with the Israeli government’s decisions with the war.  I don’t understand those who haven’t been to Israel or at least those who haven’t been since October 7th leading the charge against Israel.  Being at Kibbutz Kfar Aza was an unbelievably powerful experience. Hearing the stories, seeing the devastation, and seeing Jabaliya so close, there was clarity in the war and the need to eliminate Hamas.  Standing at the site of the Nova Music Festival, sitting in front of the pictures of those murdered or kidnapped brought clarity of the evil of Hamas.  Stopping to visit the bomb shelter where Lee Sasi hid and survived while so many others died was deeply moving.  When I see Jews defending Hamas or using terms like ‘genocide’ for what’s going on, I am reminded of an old joke.

Throughout our history, we continue to make the same mistake over and over and over again.  We forget that we will always be Jews first.  We think we are Americans.  We thought we were Germans.  Polish.  Austrian.  We aren’t. We are always Jews. So those who forget this often times are at the front line of our persecution and then are shocked when they find themselves facing the hatred they denied existed or fought to defend. When I see these Jews posting on social media or being used as props in demonstrations, it makes me sick. We know the ending as we have seen it repeatedly over the past 3,000 years.

Since I have been back from Israel, the other thing I have noticed is the pressure being put on Israel to unilaterally solve the problem without the answer being war and defeating Hamas. It’s as if Hamas never videoed the events of October 7th for the world to see. Or that they didn’t publicly state that there will be many more October 7th events in the future. UNRWA is treated as a legitimite agency despite the proof that their employees participated on October 7th, were involved in hiding the hostages, and their schools and hospitals not only store weapons for Hamas, not only are the base for tunnels built by Hamas, but Hamas uses them to fire rockets at Israel. UNRWA gets the aid coming into Gaza and somehow it ends up in the hands of Hamas instead of the people. This is the agency people are listening to about humanitarian issues – one that behaves as anything other than a humanitarian agency.

Tunnels found under an UNRWA school – they were filled with weapons.

We have a leadership crisis. In the Jewish world. In America. Around the world. In Israel. Our leaders are determined to continue doing what has failed. The President of Iran, Ebrahim Raisi, dies in a plane crash. Raisi, The Butcher of Tehran, is then eulogized at the UN, in the US Congress. A man who murdered tens of thousands of people in Iran is treated as a great leader. Our lack of leadership is appalling and yet we do nothing about it. One of my favorite movies, The American President, addresses leadership incredibly well.

  • Lewis Rothschild: People want leadership, Mr. President, and in the absence of genuine leadership, they’ll listen to anyone who steps up to the microphone. They want leadership. They’re so thirsty for it they’ll crawl through the desert toward a mirage, and when they discover there’s no water, they’ll drink the sand.
  • President Andrew Shepherd: Lewis, we’ve had presidents who were beloved, who couldn’t find a coherent sentence with two hands and a flashlight. People don’t drink the sand because they’re thirsty. They drink the sand because they don’t know the difference.
The quote begins at the 2:44 mark but the whole scene is amazing

We often get hung up on our elected leaders and think that they are the only ones who can be leaders. I’m reminded of Rami Davidian, the farmer who lives near the Nova music festival site. Rami is a farmer. A regular guy. Nobody special. Elected to nothing. And yet on October 7th, he rescued 750 people from the Nova festival while Hamas was trying to murder them. We can all be Rami. We can all step up to lead when it is our turn, elected or not. We can speak out and speak up. We can change our small part of the world which changes the entire world. We can get educated and confront those who lie and spread lies.

As Spain recognizes a Palestinian State and calls the war genocide, they quickly backtrack when they realize that by doing this they make every person in Gaza a political refugee able to enter Spain on a humanitarian visa. They quickly stopped being public about either because they realized their words and actions had consequences.

As the Maldives now refuses to allow anybody with an Israeli passport to enter the country, they will see the impact as people with resources and morals refuse to visit the Maldives and pick other options instead, hurting tourism, their top industry.

As politicians lose their seats in the upcoming election because they tell lies and support terrorists, our leaders will shift what they say and what they do.

All of this happens because we take action. We lead by our example. We stand up and speak out when we hear people telling lies about Israel and about Jews. We refuse to be silent and refuse to stand by and allow others to attack us. For generations we were visitors in other countries and so we tried to fit in and keep quiet. We wanted to stay under the radar until it was impossible and then, too late. Today, with the modern state of Israel, we have a homeland. We don’t need to stay under the radar and quiet. Yet too many of us do. Too many of us remain convinced we are Americans first. Too many of us are afraid to lose what we have by standing up and speaking out when history tells us time and time again, if we don’t stand up and speak out, we are guarnteed to lose what we have. We each get to choose if want to be lambs to the slaugher or fight back. We have our examples. Abraham argued with God about Sodom and Gemmorrah. Queen Esther risked everything for the Jewish people. Moses gave up the chance to be Pharoah and rule Egypt to serve God and the Jewish people. King David took on Goliath. Hannah Senesh risked it all and paid the ultimate price for the Jewish people. The list goes on and on.

Hannah Senesh sacrificed her life for the Jewish people

So in these crazy times that we live in, who are you going to be? Are you going to be Nachson, who bravely walked into the Red Sea until it was over his head before God parted it to save the Jewish people or are you going to be the one who served the Egyptians and the Nazis to harm the Jewish people? Are you going to speak up for Israel and the Jewish people like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. did or are you going to be Mark Ruffalo who constantly criticizes Israel for existing and posts his own antisemitic digs at Jews?

I choose to be Dr. King. I choose light over darkness. I choose love over hate. I choose peace over war. I choose hope over despair. I choose being Jewish over hiding who I am. I choose good over evil. I choose action over inaction. I choose speaking up over being silent. Like our historical ancestors, I choose risk to flourish over safety to hide and eventually lose everything.

We each have to make our own choice. I hope you choose wisely.

The wise choice will give you life but the wrong choice will take it from you

More thoughts and inspiration from Israel

Posted on by Keith Dvorchik

As I continue to process my 10 days in Israel this month, I can only do so in bite size pieces.  Here is my second bite at the experience and what it has meant to me and what I have learned.

On my trip in 2021, we had a number of Israeli men on our bus.  I wrote about Alex, whose son died on October 7th, in my last blog post.  Another person I met on that trip has become a close friend. I can’t use his name or pictures for security reasons.

There were a few things that he spoke about that really resonated with me then and as I unpack the time in Israel, reinforce common themes that have come out of the trip and that I want to apply in my life.  One of the most significant was when he talked about holding his son’s bar mitzvah at Kibbutz Be’eri.  After being decimated on October 7th by the Hamas terrorists, he wanted to bring light and life to Kibbutz Be’eri, so that is where he held his son’s bar mitzvah.  It’s like saying that I want to get married on the still smoldering ruins of the Twin Towers in 2001.  Let’s celebrate a significant event at the devastated site of the apartment building in Sunny Isles, Florida.  Let’s celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary at any of the sites of school shootings a few months after children were murdered there.  In many ways, it doesn’t make sense.

Yet through a Jewish lens, it makes total sense.  We value human life more than anything.  The Talmud teaches that Whoever Saves a Life Saves the World.  The idea of bringing light and life to a place where light and life was destroyed is incredibly Jewish.  It’s similar to what Noa was saying at Shura Army base when she spoke about making a better dinner for her family, being better for her children and husband.  We can take the sad, the dark, the bitter, and find a way to make the light shine again.  That’s what he and his family did at Kibbutz Be’eri.  They door a place stained with death, kidnapping, torture and pain and brought light to it.  They brought joy to it, if even for just a few hours or a day. 

Noa, a true inspiration about how to live life. Our teachers show up when we are ready to learn.

The lesson I take from this is that we all have an opportunity to bring light and joy to the world every single day.  It doesn’t matter what is happening in our own lives, in our country, or in the world.  We have the ability to make a conscious decision to do things that bring light to the world.  Sometimes it can be something as simple as holding the door for somebody.  Helping somebody cross the street.  Say a kind word to somebody that you see even if you don’t know them.  It doesn’t take much to bring light to our lives and the world.  It does take a conscious effort.  After this trip, one of the things I am going to do is find ways to bring light to the world around me.  Pay attention to the opportunities that present themselves every day and act.  The small random acts of kindness brighten somebody’s day and improve the world.  Thank you Yaron and Noa for inspiring and teaching me.

Our trip leader, Saul Blinken, was incredibly inspiring.  We spent most of our time based out of Jerusalem and he said something that had an immediate impact on me.  Saul said that every day we wake up in Jerusalem, it’s a miracle.  Every day we breath the air in Jerusalem is a miracle.  Every day we walk the streets of Jerusalem, it’s a miracle.  And every night we go to sleep in Jerusalem, it’s a miracle.  He asked us to imagine if somebody told the Jews who were being exiled by the Romans not to worry, that 2000 years later the Jews would be back in Jerusalem and there would be a Jewish state.  They wouldn’t believe it.  Yet it happened.

Saul passionately speaking to us. What an incredible teacher and friend.

From the time Saul said that I took it to heart.  Every day when I woke up, it was an incredible feeling to know that I was waking up in Jerusalem.  As I walked the streets, I had a deeper appreciation of what it meant to be able to do that.  Going into the old city, visiting the Kotel, walking freely throughout the city – everything became a WOW moment.  It reminded me of what my friend Roni Akele, the Director General of the Ethiopian National Project said about being a Jew in Ethiopia.  He said that they always dreamed of returning to Jerusalem.  Everything was about Jerusalem.  The psalm we sing is “If I forget you, oh Jerusalem….”

I fell in love with Jerusalem on my first trip to Israel in 1989 and it has never changed.  I am not an overly religious person, yet going to the Kotel is powerful.  This trip I got to visit Temple Mount for the first time.  Incredibly powerful.  As we stood there and said the Shema, I felt a connection that is indescribable.  Saul’s words hit home and deeply.  I’ll never take Jerusalem for granted again.  I’ll never take for granted all the time I have spent there, all the sites I have seen, all the friends I have who live there. 

It’s an opportunity to think deeply about gratitude.  This was my 21st trip to Israel and I hope to be back in Israel a few more times this year.  I don’t think much about it yet now I am filled with gratitude that I have these opportunities.  Each time I go to Israel, I get a deeper connection to Judaism and to understanding myself.  As I have said, I’m not very religious but I am very Jewish.  Israel brings that home to me.

I also think about how many things I have to be grateful for in my life.  Jerusalem can easily be representative of so many important things.  My family.  My health.  Doing work that is personally meaningful.  The success of my children as people and in life.  The life I have is truly beyond my wildest dreams.  It is easy to lose track of that and focus on the things that aren’t going well or that I don’t like.  Temple Mount was a good example.  I wish we could go there whenever we want.  I wish we could openly pray there and celebrate that holy space.  I could focus on the things we don’t have.  Or I can focus on the fact that we can go there.  That I did find a private place to pray quietly.  That I did feel the connection with God in this special place.  Our choices determine everything.  Do I want to focus on what I don’t have or what I have?  Do I want to be bitter about the things I think I deserve or be grateful for the wonderful things I actually have?  Just like I’ll never take Jerusalem for granted again, I won’t take the wonders and gifts of my life for granted either.  Nothing is perfect but it sure can be great.

A picture I took overlooking the Western Wall plaza. The beauty never disappoints.

The last thing I want to unpack in this post relates to Israelis.  Not since the second intifada have I been in Israel where I was thanked so much by Israelis for being there.  During the second intifada they were happy to see Jews coming because most were not.  It was the Christians who were coming to visit.  This time they were grateful for Jewish solidarity.  For knowing the Jews of the diaspora love Israel and support them as brothers and sisters.  That we are willing to come in the middle of a war because of our love for Israel and the people of Israel.   That the Jewish community truly is global.  There was a unity we felt and that they needed.  I never expected to get the thanks we did or for it to mean as much as it did to me. 

During the second intifada, part of the thanks was due to the economic benefit the country needed by our visiting.  While that is very true right now, that wasn’t what I was being thanked for.  The Israelis need to see us in person.  They need get our hugs and love.  They need to know they aren’t alone.  When the guys on our bus from an LA Jewish Day School gave the soldiers letters from kids at the school, they were deeply moved.  October 7th, the hostages, and the ensuing war is taking an incredible toll on the entire country.  Seeing their Jewish brothers and sisters from America and the rest of the world makes an incredible difference.

It’s a reminder to me that not only do I need to show up both through WhatsApp and in person for my Israeli brothers and sisters, I need to do the same for my friends and family.  That random phone call, text, or email may often mean far more than I ever thought.  Checking in on friends and family doesn’t take much effort and the payoff is always significant and meaningful.  This trip reminded me that the 30 seconds it takes to send a text or email, or the 15 minutes I allocate for a phone call, may change a person’s entire day and outlook.  It doesn’t matter if they reply or if they answer the phone.  The effort is what is meaningful.

The other thing that was surprising to me was the Israelis response to my tattoos related to October 7th.  I got them because of their meaning to me.  My children could have been at Nova.  I could have been there with them.  It hit home and hard.  The Mia Schem quote, “We will dance again” and the tattoo she got inspired me as well.  It is a reminder that we never give up hope.  We will overcome the challenges and not just survive but thrive.  Whatever is taken from us, we will get back.  They will never take our spirit or our soul.  Here in America, I get very few comments on them.  People are very used to tattoos and I have been surprised at the lack of comments or questions because of the uniqueness of them.  In Israel it was just the opposite.  Not only did they notice them, but people were stunned that October 7th meant that much to me.  ‘Wow’ was the most common thing said to me, followed by questions and a conversation.  At a t-shirt store where I got a few meaningful ones for myself, the owner was so taken by my tattoos that he asked if he could take pictures of them and use them on t-shirts he would sell.  Of course I said yes.  On my next trip, I’ll swing by and see if he has them on a t-shirt.  How cool would that be??

Nova music festival – it could have my kids and me.
The Mia Schem saying and tattoo

Standing up for what you believe in matters.  The old saying, “If you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything” really holds true.  I’m not advocating that everybody should get a tattoo.  I am advocating that whatever matters to you, whatever you stand for, make sure that you actually do it publicly.  It matters.  People notice what you say and do and what you don’t say and don’t do.  If they are your values, make it public.

Trips to Israel, especially the Momentum Men’s Trips, always have me returning with my head spinning.  There is always much to unpack.  More is coming as I continue to process the time I spent there, the people I met, the things I saw, and how I felt.   If you have never been, I urge you to go.  If you have been, I urge you to return.  It truly does change your life.

As I process my time in Israel, a few early thoughts

Posted on by Keith Dvorchik

Processing my recent trip to Israel has been a challenge.  This is my 21st trip yet the first since October 7th.  In many ways, this makes it my first trip to Israel.  Rather than being able to sum up the trip in one blog post, I am going to take bits and pieces and talk about them.  Take bites out of this experience and share them.  As I was talking to somebody this morning about the trip, we discussed how it really was an overwhelming experience filled with emotion. I’m going to begin by writing about three things.

In 2021 I participated in my first Momentum trip.  One of the people on our trip was an Israeli man named Alex Malayev.  While we didn’t become close friends on the trip, we did get to know each other.  Throughout the years after the trip, we kept in touch through our WhatsApp group.  He shared with us in the group that his son Yoav was in the IDF and killed fighting Hamas on October 7th.  It was devastating to hear this news and my heart broke for him.  On the trip, he talked about his son and shared what Yoav wrote, after he was mortally injured and was dying.

Yoav Malayev z”l with his father Alex and mother Maya

“The best 20 minutes of my life, we crawled up to here.  I got injured, and there’s a barrage now.  I’m thinking about you, and I’ll be thinking about you the whole journey.  I love you.”

It brought tears to my eyes then and brings tears to my eyes now. As this 19 year old boy was injured and dying, his thoughts were on defending Israel, defending the Jewish people, and how much he loved his family. He was proud of his effort to defend the Jewish people and the Jewish homeland. The best 20 minutes of his life. What bravery. What inspiration. When I first heard it from Alex and read it on the page, I felt like I was being slapped in the face. He was willing to sacrifice his life for the Jewish people and the Jewish homeland. What am I willing to do? What am I willing to risk? How important is it to me? As I sit on my comfortable couch back in America, I continue to ask myself that question. I thought I did enough before this trip. After hearing Yoav’s story, I know I am not. I have to do more. I have to advocate for Israel. I have to advocate for the Jewish people. I can’t be silent because I am worried about my safety. He didn’t worry about his safety.

Alex’s son Yoav may have died but he didn’t die in vain. Not only did he help protect Israel and the Jewish people, his life and death is an inspiration to us all to do more. To give more. To take bigger risks. To represent being Jewish in a public way. We have a collective responsibility. When Israel called, 350,000 reservists answered right away. More than were expected. The Jewish people are calling. Israel is calling. We need to respond. I know that I will. The next few weeks will be figuring out exactly how. I urge you, if inspired by Yoav, to do the same.

The second thing I want to talk about is when we went to the Shura army base. When we arrived, we got there just as the body of Nachman Vaknin z”l was being loaded into the van to be taken to Eilat for burial. Nachman had been killed in battle a few days earlier. It was incredibly powerful watching his coffin being loaded into the van. Then, the doors were kept open so one of our group, who was saying mourners kaddish for his mother, could say kaddish there for both him other and for Nachman. When he finished, we were given the honor of escorting Nachman out of the parking lot and on his final journey home, where he would be buried later that day.

Nachman Vaknin z”l

None of us had known Nachman yet all of us felt we lost somebody close to us. This 20 year old boy was defending us. He was defending Israel. He was defending the Jewish people. On Thursday, we had been in Kfar Aza, less than a mile from Jabaliya. Before that, we had been working on a farm in the Gaza envelope where we could see Khan Yunis. After Kfar Aza we went to the site of the Nova music festival. Both Kibbutzim and the Nova festival were attacked on October 7th and suffered losses. Two of the three also had hostages taken. In the middle of the war, we knew that we could have been attacked at any time at those sites. Nachman was killed on Saturday, just two days after we were in the area. I think all of this combined to make him feel like an additional son to all of us.

We were incredibly moved by being there for Nachman as he was put into the van and driven away. It made us think about life. Earlier on the trip, Saul, our trip leader, had talked to us about what we would die for determining what we would live for. I know that as I stood there with Nachman’s body, I knew what he would die for and so I knew what he lived for. It continued the spin in my head. What would I die for? Because I know that determines what I live for. Now that I am home, that spin in my head hasn’t stopped. Yoav and Nachman both knew. My head still spins. They were 19 and 20 yet they knew. I am 56 about to be 57 and I am not sure. My family is one thing that I would die for. I know that and have known that for a long time. What ideals? What values? It goes to my core which is what makes it so difficult. A core value of mine is honesty but would I die rather than tell a lie? I don’t think so. Where that line is a challenge for all of us to ask of ourselves. This trip has truly highlighted it for me and I want to be like Yoav and Nachman and know to my core what I would die for. Then I know what I truly live for.

The final thing I want to write about also is from the Shura army base. After we said l’hitraot to Nachman on his final trip, we were introduced to Noa, who talked to us about the forensic center located at the base. Noa has 8 children and on October 7th, 7 of their family were called up from reserves. This includes both her and her husband. This means 7 of 10 people in her family have been active duty in the war since October 7th. It makes the story in Saving Private Ryan seem tame as he was one of 4 brothers and these are 5 siblings and 2 parents. Her job at the forensic center was to prepare the bodies of those who were murdered on October 7th for burial. One of the beautiful things she said that she always believes that the neshama, the soul, of the person who died is in the room with her. You can listen to her talk in this first video.

Noa speaking to us and introducing herself and the base.

Noa was truly amazing and inspiring. She talked about how they got not just the bodies of soldiers but of civilians as well. Men, women, and children. They also got the bodies of terrorists. This made it challenging as many of their bodies were booby trapped with bombs and grenades. Imagine working to humanely treat the bodies of the dead and having to rush out because there is concern one of the bodies has a grenade or bomb that could go off. As she talks about how many bodies were there on October 7th in such matter of fact voice was chilling. She finishes talking about an injured soldier with a twin brother and how she can’t make a mistake in the identification.

Noa talking more about the base and what she does.

When we went inside the thing Noa talked about that stuck with me the most was how after all the horror she saw, after all the blood she described dealing with, after seeing the mutiliated and abused bodies, she finds that she must still look for the positive. She still has to think about how to make the family a more delicious dinner. How to be a better wife and mother and friend. After all the horrors, instead of being stuck in them, she looks for the beauty in life. She looks for ways to make life better not just for herself but for those she cares about and loves. What a beautiful concept.

After she talked about that, I found myself thinking about the things that I struggle with that keep me from focusing on the beauty of life. What things am I allowing to keep me from asking how I can be a better husband, father, and friend. What more delicious dinner should I make? What keeps me focused on the negative instead of the positive? And if Noa can do this after what she has seen, what stops me from doing it? It should be so much easier for me as I haven’t seen the gore she has. I haven’t dealt with the inhumanity that she has.

Now that I am back in the United States, far away from the active war, I want to do better. I want whatever comes to my life to only make me want to do more. To do better. I have seen religious people talk about this often in the past, regardless of their religion, and always questioned it. After October 7th, after meeting Noa, after seeing the sacrifice made by Yoav and Nachman, after being at Kfar Aza and the Nova music festival site, I feel like it is my obligation to find ways to bring more light to world. Not to allow the darkness we all face to win. Noa actively shoves the darkness away and doesn’t merely make room for the light, she is the light. She fills the room with light. We were all amazing by Noa. Who she is as a person. What she does for Israel, for those who die in service to Israel, and for their families. The type of mother, sister, and wife she is. Who she is as a human being.

Three amazing people to inspire me and hopefully inspire you. Yoav, who while giving his life for the state and people he loves not only celebrates the opportunity but shares his love for his family. Nachman, who paid the ultimate price to keep us all safe and while we didn’t know him, felt like a family member to us all, and Noa, who took care of those from October 7th and every female soldier since so they get treated with dignity and respect before burial. Who makes sure the families going through intense pain and loss know somebody was caring for their child until they are buried. All three knew what they’d die for. All 3 knew what they live for. While only one remains alive today, all three have full lives. All three have changed my life. I hope that over the rest of my life, I can live up to the standard they have set. I know I have work to do.

Meeting with my friend Mahmoud, a Palestinian living in East Jerusalem

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I met Mahmoud in 2019 on my Encounter trip.  You can read about the trip starting with this blog post and continue forward.   It was great to see Mahmoud and we hugged when we saw each other.  He asked us to sit as we caught up on our families, work, and life changes.  This of course brought up the war which has impacted him both economically and in terms of how safe he feels for his family.  It was another connection point as I have those same feelings as a Jew in the United States. 

Mahmoud is incredibly smart.  The conversation was deep and not stuck on talking points or things that often impede real conversation.  It was refreshing to have somebody to talk with about what is happening without the incitement of specific words.

We didn’t use words like Genocide.  We both agreed that lots of people were dying, and we wanted that to stop.   We didn’t use words like forced famine.  We agreed that not enough food was getting to the people, and they were hungry.  He doesn’t believe enough food is getting in even if it wasn’t being stolen and sold.  He said there were fewer trucks going in now than before the war.  From what I understood that wasn’t accurate but I didn’t have the facts in front of me so chose not to dispute that point and just agree that people were hungry.  We agreed that the Hamas attacks on October 7 were unacceptable. We agreed that Hamas was evil.  We agreed that Hamas must be removed and cannot continue to exist in power. The murders, rapes, burning of bodies, and other actions were evil and unacceptable.  He shared that he and his friends were horrified when they learned of the attack.  We agreed that taking the civilian hostages was unacceptable and he shared that his hope was that they would be released the very next day.  He also said that he felt the taking of soldiers was different as this was an act of war by Hamas and taking military personnel for future prisoner swaps was ok.  While I understand his position on this, I struggle with it because of how Hamas treats prisoners. 

We talked about Zionism.  When we met in 2019, he made the comment that, “If Zionism means the Jews have a right to the land and we do as well, then I am ok with Zionism.”  When I said that the definition of Zionism is that the Jews have a right to a homeland and says nothing about anybody else, he commented that too many people disagree with me.  There are people who believe all of historical Israel belongs to the Jews and not only should we have the West Bank/Judea and Samaria but also Jordan and more.  That Greater Israel should be ours.  Just like there are Palestinians who believe there should be no Jewish state at all.  They believe the entire land should be Palestinian.  We can’t listen to the extremes and that’s where we are at the current time.  The media only covers the extremes.  That is what sells.  That’s what gets ratings and advertisers. 

We talked about the campus protests.  He wasn’t aware of the number of outside agitators that were involved with them.  As we discussed it, he commented that the fascists and communists always do that.  This is their pattern throughout history, so it isn’t a surprise.  I shared that in my opinion they were stealing his story and his pain for their own agenda which had nothing to do with Palestinians.  It was about anarchy and changing the United States government.   He agreed.

We discussed how the status quo in the relationship between the Israelis and Palestinians was not something that could continue long term.  When I participated in the Encounter trip, one thing that was clear to me was that the status quo couldn’t continue.  We agree on that.  From the day I met him, Mahmoud has been a proponent of a one state solution.  For him this doesn’t mean someplace that is free of Jews.  It is his position that Israel already controls the entire area and that it is already one state in which some of the people who live there get treated differently.  The challenge of a one state solution is that it would mean that Israel would no longer be a Jewish state.  That’s the cost of peace in a one state solution.  Unfortunately, I agree with him that the cost of a one state solution is the loss of Israel as a Jewish state.  I chose not to tell him that this would be unacceptable to the world Jewish community as the entire purpose of having a state of Israel is to have a Jewish state.  It is why I believe a one state solution will never occur.  The Palestinians would have to agree to leave the land and they are not going to do that.

He was pessimistic about any chance of a two-state solution working.  He made the point that Gaza was effectively a two-state solution. We see how that worked out.  I agree with him.  The challenge of a two-state solution is that the Palestinian leaders and people need to not just accept that Israel exists as a Jewish state but also there will be travel limitations and challenges because there are two countries with sovereign boundaries.  This also doesn’t even consider the trust factor needed.  The current trust factor is at best zero right now.  When I made the comment that it might take ten (10) years to get to a real two-state solution he shook his head and told me that was likely too long.  He said if it is going to take 10 years, it is dead.  I don’t agree with him here and we spent a lot of time talking about leadership. 

For those who have been reading my blog, you know how critical I have been about our lack of leadership.  This lack of leadership exists in the Jewish community, in America, in Europe and certainly in Israel and with the Palestinians.  The Palestinian Authority President Abbas was elected to a 4-year term in 2005.  There have not been elections since.  He is in year 20 of a 5-year term.  The world stays silent and supports him.  Prime Minister Netanyahu has been in power longer than any other Israeli Prime Minister.  While he has been in and out of power due to free elections, there is a reason why many countries have term limits for these and other positions.  A new voice is needed.  New leadership.

Both Mahmoud and I expressed our concerns about future leadership.  Who might it be?  Mahmoud is concerned Israel will elect Ben-Gvir, Smoltrich, or somebody on the far right like them.  I don’t share those same concerns as the Israeli people are not far right like them.  They are given a far too large platform because Netanyahu needs them to remain in power.  I am concerned that the leadership that will follow Abbas is going to be Hamas or Hamas like.  Somebody who will not lead towards peace but will lead back to the days of the intifadas and violence.  Both of us are stunned that in the United States, with well over 300 million people, these are the two candidates we have for President.  Because of their age, it is unlikely that either of them will be running in 2028 (one won’t be eligible per our constitution) so perhaps we can see some change in the US in four years but no matter who wins, it will be a very challenging four years.  With all this negativity about leadership, Mahmoud wanted to talk more about the people rather than leadership. 

His concern is that leaders are elected by the people.  His concern is that the anger and rage at Hamas is spilling over to the Palestinian people and will make things worse.  There are people who say, “just bomb them all” or “flatten Gaza and kill them all” or “they are all terrorists”.  I shared with him that as I was in Kfar Aza and at the Nova site, I felt rage.  I didn’t share that at Kfar Aza, as each bomb exploded in Jabaliyah, I felt better, as not only does that really bother me that I felt that way but also it would have been counterproductive to our conversation.  He isn’t wrong.  Israel is not the same country as it was on October 6.  The people of Israel are not the same.  The events of October 7 have altered the people and the country.  I don’t know where it is going to end up.  I told him I remain hopeful that when the war ends, and the war will end at some point, I am hopeful that the Israeli people can heal and look to a future where there can be peace and something like October 7 will never happen again.  He was much more pessimistic and really fears that the long-term impact on the Israeli people will be to radicalize them further and further to the right.  I shared my hope that after the war, it would bring them back towards the center due to the desire to live life. 

We also spent time talking about how important it is for Jews and Palestinians to talk the way we were.  To respect each other and share ideas, not ideology. To work towards finding solutions, not arguing and fighting for the sake of arguing and fighting.  He shared that while some Israelis do some to talk with him, he has no platform in Israel to do this.  Coming to the United States to talk to Israelis and Jewish communities isn’t the answer either.  We need more dialogue.  We need more discussion.  This brought me back to my points about leadership and how they can’t and won’t do this.  Perhaps after the war ends and Bibi is replaced and in the next few years when it is likely that Abbas will die, we will have a chance for new leadership that is willing to engage with each other and really work for the benefit of their people rather than to remain in power.  Maybe I am overly optimistic.  Maybe I am being too positive and too hopeful.  I don’t see another way to live.

As we wrapped up our 90-minute conversation, there is much to think about and much to contemplate.  We hugged goodbye and made plans to get together on one of my future trips to Israel.  Because of the time and the heat, we chose to take a cab back instead of walking.  Matthew and I began to talk a little about the experience, but those conversations will happen back in the US over a coffee or twenty. 

I appreciate Mahmoud for giving his time.  For sharing his opinions and concerns.  For listening to both Matthew and my comments, concerns, and opinions.  For being open to a real discussion and conversation.  For looking to the future and not being stuck in the past.  As we said during the conversation, we can’t change the past, but we can change the future.  I look forward to future conversations with Mahmoud and to a future where there is peace. To a time when the Palestinians can live in peace with their neighbor Israel.  When the thought of another October 7th isn’t on everybody’s minds. 

My friendship with Mahmoud and a number of other Palestinians living in East Jerusalem and the West Bank/Judea and Samaria (two names for the same place) are examples that we can live together. We can have difference and get beyond them and live together. It gives me hope that when we finally get new leadership who truly cares about a different future, we might be able to have peace.

Temple Mount, the Kotel, and Church of the Holy Sepulchre – what a morning.

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One of the things I have always wanted to do is visit Temple Mount.  On my prior trips, I never had the opportunity to do it for many reasons.  The first intifada.  The second intifada.  Jews not being allowed on Temple Mount.  A schedule planned during the limited time that it is open to Jews.  This time it was different.  Jews are allowed on Temple Mount from 7 am until 11:30 am during the week.  I had nothing planned for the day so I could get up early and go up onto Temple Mount. 

Every time I have seen the line to go up on Temple Mount it was long.  I expected a wait, so we left the hotel at 7:30 to we would make sure to have some time up on Temple Mount.  When we got there, there was one person in front of us.  I guess war changes everything, including those who want to go up on Temple Mount.  The man who was in front of us had on his tallis (prayer shawl) and tefillin (the boxes on his forehead and arm). The rules for Temple Mount are controlled by Jordan.  This has been the agreement since 1967 to attempt to limit conflict.  This is why access is limited for Jews and at times has been prohibited.  Of the rules is that we are not allowed to enter any of the buildings now, including the mosques.  There was a time that we were allowed to do that.  Another rules I that Jews are not allowed to pray on the top of Temple Mount or use obvious prayer symbols like this man was wearing.  He was arguing with security who would not let him through.  It was clear he wanted to provoke something.   We passed the first part of security and headed up.  There was an area with information and clearly could be used for prayer.  We decided to keep on going.  On our way up, we passed a large number of Israeli security forces.  It was far more than I have seen at any other site in Israel, including Jacob’s tomb in the West Bank.  One final security officer greeted us to go over all the rules of Temple Mount including the hours, so we knew when we had to leave.  A few minutes later we stepped on the ground of Temple Mount.   

It is hard to describe what it felt like to step on Temple Mount for the first time.  It was something I always wanted to do but never really expected I would get to do.  Knowing that I was standing on ground that was the center of Judaism from over 2000 years ago was incredible.  It was more powerful than being at the Kotel because I was actually even closer to the holiest place in Judaism where the actual Temple would have been.  I know that the Temple that Solomon built was smaller and likely in a different location on the mountain that the second Temple built by Herod, but it was likely in the area that I was now able to walk and explore.  I am not a religious person, but I had the urge to say a prayer now that I was up there.  My friends felt the same way, so we headed to a vacant area near the edge where we quietly said the Shema together.  It was a powerful moment and one that I will never forget.

Shema Yisrael

The door to the Al Aqsa Mosque was open, so we went to try to take a peek inside.  My friend Michael got a little too close to the door and the people there thought he was trying to enter so he was shooed away.  It was clear this was no joke.  We wouldn’t walk that close to another open door the rest of the time on Temple Mount.  The Kotel is a retaining wall built by Herod to support the floor of the Temple Mount on which the Temple was built.  It is the holiest place we have to pray as it is the holiest place we have access to 24/7.  It made me sad and a bit angry that as a Jew, in Israel, I was limited where I could go on the holiest place we have. 

We continued to walk around and explore the Temple Mount.  Despite the security and having to use a special entrance to get there, for Muslims there were multiple easy access points.  All had Israeli security at them, but they are there to keep non-Muslims from entering.  A number of years ago, our tour guide showed us one of the entrances from the Arab shuk in the Muslim Quarter.  As we got close to the entry, we were quickly approached by security who told us not to enter.  The difference in access was palpable.  There was an open park with its own access to and from the Muslim Quarter.  I didn’t expect that either.  I thought that we would be able to stand on the top of Temple Mount and look down on the Kotel but learned that there were buildings that blocked that area. 

We still couldn’t believe we were actually on Temple Mount just walking around and exploring.  My friend Matthew took a picture that mimicked one from his family 50 years ago.  Michael and I did the Gator Chomp on top of Temple Mount (I don’t think we were the first to ever do that, but we wanted to make sure we did it). 

Doing the Gator Chomp on Temple Mount. Go Gators!!

Then, with nobody around us, we decided to sing very quietly Am Yisrael Chai.  I guess another benefit of war is that so few people were on Temple Mount that we had the ability to be alone and do this.  We did it quietly because we didn’t want to offend anybody.  We also wanted to be Jewish on Temple Mount.  Maybe we shouldn’t have.  Maybe I shouldn’t be writing this.  To both say the Shema and sing Am Yisrael Chai on Temple Mount was very meaningful.  Since nobody saw it and we didn’t offend anybody, it was worth it.

We headed down from Temple Mount through the exit in the Muslim Quarter and in 5 minutes were standing at the Kotel.  We went to put on our own Tefillin and go to the Kotel to say our own prayers.  I had a note from a friend that she asked me to put in the Kotel so I did that for her and then began my own prayers.  I decided to try what Rabbi Palatnik told me from Maimonides and included all three components this time.  First, I acknowledged the presence of God and the greatness of God.  Then I asked God for what I wanted.  It felt a little weird to be doing this as I haven’t done this for a very long time.  Finally, I thanked God for everything in my life.  All around me there were different groups of people praying Shacharit, the morning service.  It was a cool way to spend the morning and when we finished, it wasn’t much past 9 am!

In front of the Kotel

Off we went to the final stop in our morning exploration of the Old City.  Both Michael and I had been to Church of the Holy Sepulchre before, but Matthew never had and wanted to.  It took us a little longer to get there because we made a wrong turn but in a few minutes we were there.  It is a reminder of how close these three important places to Jews, Muslims, and Christians are.  For me it is a reminder that no matter what you believe, something happened here.   The church is nondescript from the outside and home to seven (7) different churches representing seven different types of Christianity.  Home to the spot of the crucifixion, the place where Jesus’s body was ritually washed and anointed, and the cave in which he was buried and then was resurrected, it was originally built by the mother of Emperor Constantine who converted the Roman Empire to Christianity on his deathbed.  If you want a detailed accounting of that, read Constantine’s Sword (spoiler alert – it is a very long book).  As we entered, once again I noticed how empty it was.  The Greek Orthodox church was preparing for a ceremony.   We stood to the side and watched the ceremony.  You can see some of it below.  It is the second time I have been there when there was a mass/ceremony by one of the churches and it was cool to watch. 

We stood by the area where Jesus’s body was washed and anointed as a nice, out of work tour guide told us about the church.  It was clear how much he was enjoying having somebody to share his knowledge with. 

Where Jesus’s body was washed and prepared for burial and then annointed.

We went upstairs to the spot of the crucifixion.  I have been up there a number of times but there was always a line to pray at the spot and I never wanted to impede somebody who found it spiritually meaning to just see something that I found interesting.  This time there were two people praying and when they left, I was able to walk up and see the spot undisturbed. 

The site of the crucifixion

We went downstairs and stood in line to enter the building that protected the cave where Jesus was buried and then the cave itself.  Usually, the line wraps around a number of times and it is easily a 15–30-minute wait to get inside.   This time there were two (2) people in front of me.  Two nuns then came up and we let them go in front of us to enter the cave where Jesus was buried so they could pray.  Then we entered one at a time.  It is a small area and the place where his body was laid was accessible.  The first time I was there, the line was long, so we were rushed.  This time there was time to look around and spend a few minutes there.  It isn’t what I believe and doesn’t have spiritual meaning to me.  It was very meaningful to be in such a holy site to so many of my friends and others in the world.  I realized how many of my friends would never have the opportunity to be right where I was at that moment.  Gratitude flooded me. 

The building protecting the cave where Jesus was buried
Where Jesus was buried. His body was laid on this slab

We left the church and headed to Ben Yehuda Street to do some shopping.  Our trip was busy, and we didn’t have much time to buy anything.  I had requests to buy three things.  My oldest son wanted a Star of David necklace.  My younger son’s girlfriend wanted a piece of art to put on her wall.  And all three of them wanted the ‘cow chocolate’ from Israel (it is a special brand that is delicious).  Since it was still only 5 am at home, I shopped, took pictures and sent them for them to view when they woke up hours later so I could go back and buy what they wanted, and enjoyed a quiet Ben Yehuda Street. 

In 2019 I participated in a program called Encounter.  It takes Jewish leaders into the West Bank/Judea and Samaria for four (4) days to interact with members of Palestinian Civil Society.  It was a powerful trip for me.  You can read about it in my many blog posts starting here.  One of the people that I met at that time was named Mahmoud and during the day we spent together he said a lot of things that stuck in my head.  Some I agreed with.  Some I disagreed with.  Some just stuck and I have been chewing on for 4 ½ years.  I had reached out to him over the past four years a number of times to check on him during Covid and the start of the war.  Since I was coming to Israel I asked if he would be willing to meet and spend some time talking.  Today was that day.  Matthew came with me as this would be the first Palestinian that he would meet and listen to.  We walked from Ben Yehuda Street through a number of Arab/Palestinian neighborhoods until we got to the American Colony Hotel where we were meeting.  On the way there was a Palestinian Christian school letting out and we saw the kids with their backpacks being picked up by their parents.  It could have been any private school anywhere in the world and was a beautiful thing to see.  Matthew and I talked on the walk about how few people would do this out of fear, yet we felt safe as we walked.

My morning was a great and meaningful morning.  For my final day in Jerusalem, it was an amazing way to connect spiritually and appreciate how lucky I am to go to sleep in Jerusalem, wake up in Jerusalem, and walk the streets of Jerusalem.  This was a dream for my ancestors for 2000 years that I get to do on a regular basis.   I think prior to this trip I took that for granted.  I won’t any longer.

Rather than continue with my conversation with Mahmoud which would make this post far, far too long, I am going to stop here and my next post will be about that conversation.  This morning was about celebrating the beauty of Jerusalem and the freedom Israel provides to all religions.  The access I had today to these three sites has only been possible since 1967 under Israel.  I won’t ever take that for granted.