Israel at War

I’m not usually asked these days if I am ‘scared’ being in Israel during wartime.

The question was occasionally asked around October 7^th 2023. I was asked again this week, quite out of the blue from an old friend that looked me up. The truth is, from a diaspora point of view, it’s a serious question that needs to be answered as best I can.

No, I’m not scared.  — and here’s why.

We’re living through a chapter of Jewish history that previous generations only dreamed of: the return to our Land after two thousand years of exile. This isn’t random chaos; it’s the next major chapter in a very long story.

The Passover Seder in two weeks time will remind us yet again, as it does every year: "in every generation, enemies rise up to destroy us, yet the Holy One Blessed Be He rescues us from their hands". That ancient truth feels very present now, but so does the promise that follows — we’re still here, still standing, still returning home. 

What makes it feel secure, even amid sirens and uncertainty, is the unbreakable connection to our people. “Am Yisrael” isn’t just words; it’s neighbors delivering food to families with soldiers at the front, strangers sharing rides when buses stop, community groups becoming instant lifelines. In wartime, that care and unity appear quietly and powerfully. It’s the real armor we wear.

The pain is real — we mourn every life lost; every name etched in our hearts. Yet the same spirit that grieves also refuses to yield. People show up, hold each other, and keep going.

When friends in the diaspora ask how anyone can stay, the answer is straightforward: this is home. We’re surrounded by family, part of something far bigger than any single threat. And every day we pray for the success and safe return of our brave incredible IDF — may they complete their mission swiftly, come home whole, and may we all see true peace soon.

Yoni

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  Or in other words, Happy Pesach.