
Israeli planes are dropping bombs on the Gaza strip as I write this. Pakistan is moving troops toward the Indian border, a sign of imminent war between two nuclear powers. And little children like those pictured above are living through it.
I am so tired of it all.
I do not know who is at fault in the Israeli/Hamas conflict. I do know that Israel's airstrikes will not solve the problem. Here's a quote from the CNN story:
Hamas, however, vowed to retaliate, saying Israel had violated an Egyptian-brokered cease-fire intended to stem violence in the region.
"We will stand up, we will defend our own people, we will defend our land and we will not give up," senior spokesman Osama Hamdan said.
All that has been accomplished is a new generation of scars, a new wave of children that will grow up without parents and with friends who are missing limbs because of bombs dropped by Israeli planes. It is the same for Israeli children, who are constantly living under the shadow of death and terror. Where will it end? Who will have the courage to understand that violence is not working?
I am tired of the blood soaked soil of Palestine.
Every casuality is a person. A father not coming home, a mother burned to death, a teenager's life cut short. It is foolish to think that the children pictured above will live a normal life, and not carry the burden of hurt and hate in their hearts.
I am in awe of the patience of God, because I can take no more. We are not worthy to save. We do not value ourselves, or others.
Thank God for grace.