Visiting Yad Veshem (translation: “a place specifically to memorialize” – Israel’s Holocaust Museum) and wondering what it looks like to face up to our mistakes.
There are certain moments I wish I could write “this page intentionally left blank.”
We are learning how to love and honor the best in both groups while denouncing and working to end injustice wherever we see it. Sometimes, that injustice to call out might be within in our own hearts.
Though fear is easier to sow than peace, get your hands dirty and sow the seeds of peace.
I will never be able to get these images out of my mind – the exhausted faces, the soldiers behind darkened glass at the checkpoint or just right in your face with their machine gun hanging casually at their hip, the cries for help and compassion created out of paint and heartache. I don’t want to get these images out of my mind. We see you; we love you; we pray for you; we work for you.
Balagan is a useful Hebrew word that means “chaos.” If there’s any one-word description of this trip, it’s that. Horrible and beautiful chaos.
Something incredible is that, even when people aren’t open to hearing all narratives, the Land won’t allow them to forget these stories entirely. The walls speak where the dominant narratives try to silence them.