IMPJ Emergency Activities Over the Past Week

 

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

 

The IMPJ is continuing its Intense Emergency Response throughout the areas of Israel that are impacted by the crises.

 

Last week over 500 children, youth and adults from areas under missile threat participated in respite and recreation days at the Leo Baeck Campus in Haifa. A similar number are scheduled for this week.

 

Keren B'Kavod, the humanitarian arm of the Israel Reform Movement distributed over 700 food and activity packages bringing the total distributed since the beginning of the conflict to over 2000. We will continue to distribute packages over the coming week.

 

Groups from the kibbutzim of the Sha'ar HaNegev Regional Council, and the town of Sderot were hosted over the weekend at Miskanot Ruth of the Daniel Centers in Tel Aviv. Groups from other locations throughout the Negev participated in special days of respite in Jerusalem at Beit Shmuel.

 

Groups of families with emotionally "challenged" members spent days of respite and relaxation at Kibbutzim Yahel and Lotan.

 

Our teams of Rabbis, community coordinators, counselors, and song leaders have helped groups of homebound and institutionalized emotionally "challenged", elderly, and other special needs populations cope with the tension through cultural programs, singing, and discussions on a daily basis throughout the impacted area.

 

Happenings in shelters, schools, and community centers for children took place in Sederot, Ashkelon, Beer Sheva, and Gedera almost every day this past week. These happenings led by Keren Be Kavod, volunteers from IMPJ communities, graduates of our "mechina" pre-Army program, and leaders of our youth movement Noar Telem touched groups of 100-150 children each of these days.

 

During the crises 250 IMPJ volunteers have led activities and touch the lives of thousands of Israelis in the areas under fire.

 

All these activities of the IMPJ are made possible by the support of Reform Congregations and activists throughout North America through the JFNA "Stop the Sirens" Campaign, and through donations from throughout the world.

 

We are grateful for your partnership and solidarity.

 

We pray together for an end to the conflict and peace.

 

Please donate to help support these activities through the Stop the Sirens Campaign by clicking here  and select the IMPJ fund and adding Stop the Sirens in the comment box.  

 

Recreation for those under missile threat

 

Meals for those not in their homes

Some of the 2000 food and activity packages distributed to date

 

Omri, our middle child, 19 years and two months old, a "mommy's and daddy's boy" - or at least that's how we viewed him until yesterday or the day before.

 

Omri - who just yesterday would finger his "smichi" - an old work shirt of mine - trailing it behind him like a cape pretending to be Popeye's son Swee'Ppea. 

 

Omri - a house "kitten" who overnight has become a panther. 

 

Omri is a combat soldier in one of Israel's elite units and is fighting on the front in Gaza.  We haven't heard from him in six days and the worry and anxiety are eating away at our souls.  For most of the day, we manage to avoid the nightmares, but the nights....the nights.  But I'll return to the nights later.

 

The weekend newspapers lay strewn around us in piles, as in homes everywhere - here in Israel and abroad.  This weekend everything - the news items, endless interpretations, assessments, speculations of "what if" and "maybe", opinion columns and feature articles - deals with Operation Protective Edge (Tzuk Eitan) which began 19 days ago and shows no signs of ending.

 

I think to myself "I don't see any light at the end of the tunnel".  I don't share my thoughts with Anat who is trying to pass these difficult and suspenseful hours by flipping back and forth between TV news channels and internet sites.  She has created a Whatsapp group for the parents of Omri's unit - a collective therapy support group of parents equally as helpless as we are. 

 

The exposure of the threatening Hamas tunnels, the discovery of huge stores of ammunition directed at Israeli settlements as well as the continued firing of rockets at Israeli targets all leave me with the feeling that this is a just and unavoidable war - even given all the evil and horror that war general - and this one in particular - brings.

 

I choke when I hear the phrases "A war for our home" and "An unavoidable war" - not because I have the slightest doubt that these statements are true, but because this is the first war in which Anat and I are parents of a combat soldier at the front.

 

During the Six-Day War I was eight months old.  From that war, my father returned injured to the Ezrat Nashim hospital in Givat Shaul... and later, my parents separated.  During the War of Attrition in the late sixties and early seventies, we were already living in the North - and we were constantly bombarded with Katyusha attacks as were the rest of the Northern communities.  Terrorists from Lebanon attacked the towns around us:  Shamir, Misgav Am, Kiryat Shemona, Ma'alot and more.  The face of evil that I saw as a young child shook the peace and basic fortitude that every child needs to grow.  The Yom Kippur war forced us - second-graders on Neot Mordechai - to spend weeks in a dank, dark bomb shelter - sleeping on basic wood plank beds surrounded by the smell of the chemical toilets.  Our horror was exacerbated when we left the shelter to learn of the deaths of three beloved Kibbutz members:  Haim, Shimson and Ilan.

 

In 1982, I was in the eleventh grade when I found in my brother's closet -  my brother who fought as a paratrooper in the first Lebanon War - the envelope of the farewell note that he left us "To Be Opened if I Don't Return".  Happily, that envelope was never opened.  And yet, once again, I repressed my feelings and put up yet another defensive wall in my inner bunker in order to survive.

 

And then there were more terrorist attacks and the Intifadas.  And more military operations whose names I've repressed.

 

We have been fighting daily for our very survival for more years than we have had a State.  A war for our home.  An unavoidable war.  Truly there is no other option.  Those who study history know this to be true.  A hand extended in peace (and mine is extended despite everything) is no substitute for a watchful eye and eternal caution.  Any peaceful solution or resolution will be greeted by me with wary caution.  I am suspicious of international friendships - not surprising given the complicated and conflicted neighborhood in which I was raised.

 

It's one thing for Anat and I to have been in a lifelong, continuous struggle to maintain our sanity - as children, adolescents and adults in this country.  It's quite another to have a son fighting at the front. 

 

It's one thing to be a six-year old child planning your escape from a terrorist who has infiltrated the children's home on your kibbutz.  It's quite another to think about our son navigating the dark and evil alleys and mazes in Gaza.

 

We somehow get through the days... but the nights.  The nightmares cross decades of traumas.  They leave us with black circles under our eyes, with a perpetual feeling that it's difficult to breathe and with a terrible fear - a fear of an unexpected knock on the door, of a Red Code siren, of a telephone call notifying us that.....

 

We are so impatient to hear the phone ringing with the special ringtone we've set for Omri's calls. So impatient to hear his beloved voice in real time saying "Hi Abba....I'm okay" - tired and battered but whole in body and soul.  We are so impatient to learn that the traumas of war that have accompanied us have not been imprinted on his flesh.

 

With all the modern communications networks, isn't there a way for us to see Omri here in our "Nachlaot" garden in our home, lighting the end of the tunnel with a inextinguishable light of hope?