I recently saw a social media post by a prominent Israeli leader urging his people to sign a petition to take the Israeli Government to the International Court of Justice, arguing Israelis needed to take this stand to find their souls, rather than lose them as he believes is currently the case. He rejected any shame for his call to action; rather, he said, the burden of shame lies with the Israeli government and the IDF who are currently inflicting horrific, unacceptable and inhumane suffering on the people of Gaza. The suffering is beyond any reasonable standards of justice for the unbelievable horror inflicted by Hamas on the Israeli people by their murderous rampage killing over 1200 people, and raping, torturing and kidnapping of over 200 hostages on 7 October 2023. With around 62,000 Palestinians killed since that date, and hundreds of thousands injured, starving and without food or medical aid in the last few months, the disproportionate response, vengeance and punishment is beyond any measured demand for justice.
SIXTH SUNDAY OF EASTER
John’s Gospel story (5:1-9) is about the man who waited 38 years at the side of the pool in Beth-zatha, in Jerusalem next to the Sheep Gate for the possibility of healing in its waters. We are reminded of human persistence in the face of suffering for many people. 38 years was a long time and he was waiting because his disability prevented him from being the first to reach the waters when they stirred. When this happened, people suffering with blindness, lameness, paralysis were healed, but others were always quicker. He never made it in time.
EASTER SUNDAY - 20 April 2025
The waiting on Easter Eve, on Saturday, after the horror of the crucifixion and Jesus’ death, must have been endless for Mary Magdalene and the disciples, all Jesus’ friends, his mother Mary and family, everyone who had journeyed with Jesus, now waiting anxiously in the aftermath of all the violence, noise and in fear of further retribution, remaining still, impatient, grieving and questioning, frightened and hopeless, despairing and wondering. The endless waiting, minute by minute, second by second, watching the sun travel across the sky, unable to eat, to share the sabbath, the Passover. The story of this extraordinary, different, beautiful, loving and challenging man, such as it was, was now apparently done, over, finished and with such a terrible ending. All that was left was to finish the burial properly, to be done by the women, who would anoint the body, make sure all was completed, nothing left undone; and then to grieve, to wonder and regret and remember.