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Our City

Tomorrow night, we will be celebrating the thirty-ninth anniversary of the return of Jerusalem into Jewish hands.

Many people around the world continue to deny the Jewish people the right to claim the city as our eternal capital. On the Temple Mount, the Arabs do what they can to destroy any evidence of our ancient presence, yet, despite their efforts, they cannot erase the basic fact that Jerusalem has, is and will always be - ours.

This is not to say that the city is less important to persons of another faith. What I am stating and categorically so, is that Jerusalem is accessible to anyone who wants to worship therein, but never it let be forgotten that, at the end of the day, we, the Jewish Nation are the only people who, since time immemorial have chosen this very special place as a destination for all our prayers - she belongs to us.

Every time we pray to G-d, we face towards Jerusalem. Every single Ark in every single Synagogue faces towards the city. It’s presence in our psyche is as powerful an image as the setting sun whose famous reflection provides the golden glow that once seen, can never be forgotten.

It is thirty-nine years since the miracle of June 7th 1967, when G-d helped us to recapture the Western Wall (of the Temple Mount), the holiest site we possess. In reality, this event is but a drop in the ocean of the history of our sovereignty over Jerusalem.

Five thousand years ago, Abraham chose the very spot where the Temples would later stand, to offer his son, Isaac in sacrifice to G-d. We have fought many battles to return to our capital and the struggle to achieve international recognition still goes on – but, at the end of the day, time is really not a factor because Jerusalem is imbedded inside every single Jewish man, woman and child who inhabits the planet earth and no-one will ever be able to take that from us.

The sooner our enemies accept that the Jerusalem and the Jewish Nation are one, the sooner there will be a real peace.

We’re not going away and neither is our capital.

Comments

Onyx said…
I have had the privilege of visiting Israel. When I got off the plane I knew that I was on holy ground. I was only there for 10 days, but I shall never forget the feeling of being there. I hope to return some day.
The Scribbler said…
As someone who has visited the country more than forty times, I wholeheartedly agree.

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