Apparently none at all.
The Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu addressed the UN today and their appeasement of Ahmadinejad, a Holocaust denier and leader of the Iranian terrorist regime which shoots their own peaceful protesters in the streets.
His words are brief and sharp as a two-edged sword. Listen to the end. His last line almost seems more prophetic than mere commentary.
This man always pinches my heart. I can't even say what it is about him. Maybe his three marriages? I doubt it.
He seems so alone, so vacated, as if he needs one person, only one, to look him in the eye and smile sympathetically back. To let him know not everyone lauds the destruction of the entire Jewish race.
For some like me, I feel kinship. They are the people of my Savior, the ones chosen by God - not because of their supremacy but because of His - to bring His son into the world. For this reason, they are intrinsically linked to me. And because of their infinite place in history and their historic rejection of Christ, I view them with a melancholy mixture of care and disappointment.
I don't remember what age I was or even the event. I'd guess around elementary or junior high. It had been during one of those infamous and repetitive Palestinian and Israeli peace talks held in the US, with Israel making conccessions and Palestine making none. Yasser Arafat, garbed in his turban and dark eyes, sat across from this clean-cut, nearly non-aging Israeli statesman with his white hair and somber expression.
That was the first time I saw him. And I distinctly remember thinking, 'Why does he look so sad? He acts like a man with the fate of the entire world on his shoulders?'
I was an astute kid.
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You might be thinking about Yitzhak Rabin. If this was during the reign of Ahab and Jezebel Clinton.
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