It was a struggle working for the government, being official representatives of our country overseas had its challenges. One of the main challenges for me, was having to respectfully accept any statements our Ministers reported. Even if these statements were causing an internal combustion inside of me, I had to keep my opinions to myself. That was hard especially when some times those inaccurate statements put my family and colleagues in danger.
I’m thankful to be freed of this responsibility and be able to openly share my opinions. Yet again though, the frightening power of one’s words has been shown through Trump’s statement. A statement that has not only caused an increase in hostility between Palestine and Israel, it has jeopardised the safety of Trump’s own Consulate staff in Tel Aviv, many of whom probably disagree with Trump’s statement. I also feel for the Israelis and Palestinians who simply just want peace, whom don’t even want to play a part in the fight for land. Trump’s words have taken away any glimpse of hope they previously had. It is a sad reality that one person’s words can have the ability to do this. I sure hope Trump is enjoying sitting back watching his Netflix tonight while the reconciliation process between Palestine and Israel takes a massive step backwards.
I’m writing this as my head is blocked up with the flu, sorry for any incoherent comments.
I felt such a burning passion to write because this place is changing me so much. Previous to living here, I cared about politics, but it didn’t take up a huge amount of my time, conversations or mental capacity. Now, living here in Jerusalem, I am changed. Without realising it, you live and breathe politics here. Even trying to find a real Christmas tree outlet on the Internet was a massive failure. The only thing we could find was articles about how Christmas trees have been banned by the Israelis. Really, I just want a Christmas tree, do we need to delve into politics over a Christmas tree!!
The way I read the Bible, the way I think of God’s people, the way I engage in everyday conversation with people has changed. I have changed. For the better, I don’t know. I used to be so chilled out about stuff, but 18mths in, the tension in this place has grabbed me, spun me, moulded me, broken me, challenged me. Even when you come back from a relaxing holiday, the tension in this place grabs you like a dark cloud hovering over you, and perhaps within you. Living in this place makes me glad that I believe in a God of hope, a God of love. Without this hope, living here would be even harder. This place certainly draws you to your knees daily.
It’s halfway into our posting, and we are now confronted with the question of extend our stay for an extra year or so, or finish up in 18mths. I do love this place, but I’m not sure how much longer I can let the tension bubble up inside me. Nor, I don’t know how much longer I can take my kids being bullied by bored youth at parks. I’m not sure I want my kids to grow up with this level of aggression around them. It can’t be good. On the other hand, I don’t want to leave my friends I have met here, and perhaps God needs believers to live here, to rise above this tension and pray for this place everyday. Perhaps that is the reason we are here.
Another speciality of Jerusalem. They love their Pomegranate juice! I personally prefer orange added to mine. Tasty!
It’s not the Middle East without tasty falafel. So tasty, they literally melt in your mouth.
Advent photo challenge – Day 5
It’s not the Middles East without a Narghilea, but this Narghilea cake has taken the Narghilea love to a whole new awesome level. Legacy Hotel, Jerusalem