God Bless Ariel
My mother yells down to me in her Scottish accent-Ariel Sharon is in the hospital again! She said it like it was just another clip from the news. The panic inside my body fluttered for a moment, but then I remembered the last scare. He will be fine I repeated to myself. Then I ran to check JPost.com and YNetnews.com and watched news updates. It didn’t look good.
I don’t by any means wish to turn this into a story about myself-but over the last couple of months, for the first time in my life I decided I would vote. I decided I would vote because of Ariel Sharon. I can’t say I know a lot about politics, but I knew that over the last year Ariel Sharon became our nation’s king. I am praying and crying for him to remain that way.
I am in Canada now visiting my family and watching a pathetic schoolboy feud between the Liberals and the Conservatives vying for leadership in the upcoming elections. Since arriving to Canada last week, I have been proclaiming to my friends and family–I am going to vote-for Ariel Sharon! They think I am crazy, but my craziness could be expected-I moved to Israel permanently and converted to Judaism. It has been 7 years since I have lived in Israel– enough time for all the cells in my body to have replaced themselves once over. I am 100% Israeli now I tell them.
A friend of mine told me a few years back, that one can only share in the joys of the Jewish nation, if one is sad when the nation is sad.
The Rabbinate is calling on the nation to pray for our leader. I am still quite new at communicating with my god, so I turned to the professionals and visited The Kotel. A live internet streaming of The Western Wall, where night and day, men and women can be found swaying to their ancient rhythms–praying to
their father, their brother, their lover, their friend. I imagine I am beside the women cloaked in black. It was early morning, but a handful of faithful people were clinging to the wall and praying. My soul joined them.
I show my mother who knows very little about Israel and Jerusalem, for the first time, this wall where Jews come to pray, and it somehow made me calm inside being there and sharing this with her. It was getting late, but I left the site streaming into the night, as the tears streamed down my face knowing that our nation’s prayers in one way or another will be answered.
God bless Israel.
Posted by Karin Kloosterman
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