I Believe in Miracles

Yesterday was the 28th of Iyar, the day on the Hebrew calendar celebrating Jerusalem Day.  One of the  results of the Six-Day war, another attempt to wipe Israel and her Jews from the face of the earth. After the Arab attack on the new state of Israel Jerusalem had been divided. Access to holy sites under Jordan was non-existent for Jews.

Upon its capture by the Arab Legion, the Jewish Quarter of the Old City was destroyed and its residents expelled. Fifty-eight synagogues–some hundreds of years old–were destroyed, their contents looted and desecrated. Some Jewish religious sites were turned into chicken coops or animal stalls. The Jewish cemetery on the Mount of Olives, where Jews had been burying their dead for over 2500 years, was ransacked; graves were desecrated; thousands of tombstones were smashed and used as building material, paving stones or for latrines in Arab Legion army camps. The Intercontinental Hotel was built on top of the cemetery and graves were demolished to make way for a highway to the hotel. The Western Wall became a slum area.

In direct contravention of the 1949 armistice agreements, Jordan did not permit Jews access to their holy sites or to the Jewish cemetery on the Mount of Olives.

Before the start of the war, Israel sent a message to King Hussein (not barry) of Jordan, that it would not attack Jerusalem or the West Bank if Jordan stayed out of the fight. Jordan believing the false reports from Egypt couldn’t wait to join to be part of the pack ripping Israel to pieces. The result was the reunification of Jerusalem.

Jews once again had control of the holy sites, the strong voice of Motta Gur rang out

“We’re sitting right now on the ridge and we’re seeing the Old City. Shortly we’re going to go in to the Old City of Jerusalem, that all generations have dreamed about. We will be the first to enter the Old City…” and shortly afterwards, “The Temple Mount is in our hands! I repeat, the Temple Mount is in our hands!”

And about 15 minutes later Moshe Dayan gave it….ok, I’ll stop.

But to me, it seems G-d took this attack on Israel and turned it around for good. A miracle. That leads to other miracles. Because of the 1967 victory, people like me can take photos like this last week.

The Western Wall
The Western Wall
Shalom, peace, שלום
Shalom, peace, שלום

I can place a piece of paper in the Kotel with prayers on it. Prayers that include TZP, her team and her members and readers. Prayers that G-d will bless you all, abundantly.

I will not be shot by a Jordanian sniper from a state created by the Palestine Mandate by Great Britain in 1923, which achieved it’s independence in 1946, only two years before Israel. Despite the Falestinian Authority wanting to gain control of the Western Wall as well.

Yes, I believe in miracles.

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One thought on “I Believe in Miracles”

  1. G-d is in the business of miracles. I have to believe that. It is the only thing that I count on to keep me sane in an otherwise insane world. If I depended upon mankind to somehow work out the hatred and ugliness, and bring about peace in the middle east, I would give up in despair and instead of praying for peace pray that the end would be painless for all.

    I had a long post written, but deleted it. I decided that I wanted instead to make this uplifting, and focus instead on the fact that we have the promise of His miracles and to be thankful and to simply full of praise. There will be another time for worry or fears. Today, let’s be joyful and happy that , through everything, Israel still exists as a state. That is in itself a miracle.

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