Life in Israel can be hard and frightening, with enemies threatening destruction from all sides and the protective measures which must be taken. But Fellowship Senior Vice President Yael Eckstein writes that she saw both the hardshipand the hope when she prepared her young son for his first day of school:
We took a wonderful tour around the school, exited the building into the warm summer sun, and just as I sighed a deep breath of fresh air, the “code red” sound, signaling a possible incoming terrorist rocket, went off on my telephone. Within a few minutes more beeping began.
Tugging at my shirt, my son looked at me deep in the eyes. “I love this school,” he said, “but I want to know where the bomb shelter is before I come back again.”
With a gentle hand, my son’s future first-grade teacher walked him to the bomb shelter and pointed out how it is located right next to the first-grade classroom.
I stood speechless as I took in the absurdity and sadness of the situation. In silence, I bitterly stared at the entrance to the bomb shelter, desperately yearning, with tears in my eyes, for peace.
I wish we didn’t need bomb shelters here in Israel.
Yet if there was ever a bomb shelter depicting hope, this was surely it. The outside wall at the entrance to the shelter was covered in a beautifully painted mural depicting children frolicking in the rolling hills of Israel, studying Torah, with the Temple in Jerusalem built directly in front of them. There was a sentence from Psalms written in big letters: “I have chosen a path of faith.”