They arrest children.

I’m sorry. I was planning to write about olive trees tonight, the ones in Gethsemane I saw, the ones growing as signs of hope. But on Good Friday, when we pause to remember Love crucified, I see this story, reminding me of others I heard. The woman in Hebron who sold me such lovely textiles – her son has a story like this.  Please, read.  Let us share this burden and cry Mercy. (Note: EAPPI-Ecumenical Accompaniment Programme in Palestine and Israel – is supported by the United Church of Canada among the World Council of Churches, and we often met them at work in Hebron and Jerusalem).

 

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‘How could they all be coming for a child?’

Dear All,

Well the part of work for EAPPI which takes place here in Israel and Palestine is now done.  I didn’t intend to writeanymore articles but a few days ago I met three parents whose stories  deserve to be told. For now I will tell you just one of them; the least shocking. Remember that as you read…

As Israelis and Palestinians marked Independence Day and Nakba (meaning Catastrophe) Day respectively these three people told me quietly of their children’s experiences growing up in East Jerusalem. This is Itidal’s story. She is amother of three boys and three girls. She and her parents and her children were born in the area of occupied East Jerusalem of Silwan. You may have heard a boy was shot dead in this area last Friday, reportedly by the security guard of an illegal settler. The children of…

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