Humanity’s 2nd Pivotal Point: Update #3 – UN and media fail to condemn anti-Jew barbarity

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A very brave Arab speaks out:

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2 thoughts on “Humanity’s 2nd Pivotal Point: Update #3 – UN and media fail to condemn anti-Jew barbarity”

  1. To be the subject of such hatred hurts. It hurts so much. Have we not suffered enough? Being sent out of our Land, killed and hunted in the snow of Russia, shut into ghettos in Poland, being hounded from nation to nation, pushed out of every land, and turned on when every economic downturn requires a scapegoat?

    Like rejected children, we sit weeping on the stairs of humanity, left out in the cold. We move and we settle, we hide and we assimilate, we cover ourselves with layers of silence, eyes always looking down. but there is comes again. The howl of the wolf at the door! When will it end? Father watches, tears rolling down his face, not just for us but for those who don’t know just WHO they are rejecting. His patience runs dry, and with weary sigh, he stands, and picks up his sword. When will the Nations every learn? When? As we once again begin to pack our bags, liquidate our assets, face yet another move, this time, its for Home.

    Better a Land who welcomes you, but the rain is metal and fire, than to be a pariah in your adopted homeland. With a weary sigh, we gather our ancestors, our lives, our hopes and dreams of a new life, and pick up our suitcases. Our welcome is running out, and the sound of a trumpet is calling a warning. We stand, we turn and we leave, taking our blessings with us, shaking the dust from our feet.

    But, as we turn to leave, our eyes fall on the church. We hear singing, praising, our hearts are drawn to its sound. We go to the door and we knock. When our grandparents knocked, nobody answered. They just sang louder to drown out our voices. We look to one another, we lift our eyes to the door. And we knock.

    Will anyone answer the door? Will you? Will you help us carry our young and our old back Home? The sound of chariot wheels is growing louder. And we wait by the door to see who will answer our call.

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