A woman was having terrible difficulty getting through the death of her husband. She said to her physician, “Please give me a prescription to help me with my sadness. Every day I go to the cemetery and I put flowers on my husband’s grave, but it doesn’t help. It simply drives me deeper into grief. Please give me a prescription to ease my pain.”
The state of affairs in the 1st century Middle East mirror those today. ISIS, Hezbollah, and Hamas are the next in the line of evil incarnations of the lust to power.
The world awoke on October 7th to images of death and destruction in a country far too familiar with national suffering and a millenniums-old fight for their existence.
Dennis Siltala was an engineer - the railroad kind - every kid's hero. Whenever Dennis sounded his train's whistle he awakened the child inside of every adult within earshot.