I have the audacity to believe that we can all make a difference, and I want to devote my life to promoting peace. Indeed, I believe it's the work God called me in this life to do. I've spent years dreaming about what might make a difference, and people resonate with my passion and ideas. But alone, I can just blog, tweet, share my experiences, and fan the "smouldering wicks" of people whose faith in peace on earth is running out.
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Today is Yom HaShoah, the annual day of remembrance for the victims of the Holocaust. This morning in Israel, two minutes of silence were observed throughout the country. Via video, I saw the streets and boardwalks that I traversed four months ago become strangely still. Listening to the sound of the siren, I imagined its wail, and our prayers, rising like the souls of the six million victims to heaven. Please take a moment to remember them with me now.
I hoped I'd sleep for 24 hours after my 24 hour overnight flight, but I awoke suddenly and finally after 8 hours. I opened the curtains to my first view of Tel Aviv in daylight. The bright sun reflected brilliantly off the white buildings.
At 11 PM I board the first plane and settle into my seat. I'm on my way to Israel. I have been anticipating this trip for years, yet planned it in two weeks when a break in my hectic work schedule emerged. I'm excited, nervous, and prayerful that God will make the connections that I didn't have time to. Only my first 2 nights are booked to recover from jet lag in Tel Aviv; it will take me 24 hours to complete my journey (because of a much too generous layover in Amsterdam).