Emma has known significant and ongoing hardship throughout her 69 years. Her husband passed away when he was only 27, forcing her to raise their two young daughters on her own. Then one of her daughters died tragically at the tender age of 15, leaving Emma bereft once again.
For years, Emilia has been a devoted volunteer at a Fellowship ministry center, carrying out the lifesaving work that you make possible. But at 76, she is battling numerous health issues including back pain and severe arthritis, and her greatest pain of all – loneliness.
"All Jews had to wear the Yellow Star," Arthur recalled with a faraway look in his eyes. "Jews were also not allowed to enter supermarkets, bakeries, or butcher stores until after 10 o'clock in the morning. By then, because of the food shortage, the shelves were empty. There was barely anything left."
How would you feel if you could not afford basic food for your children? That is the struggle Shula fights alone every day. She tries as best she can to take care of her four young children. She has worked many odd jobs, sometimes two a day. Sadly, there is not enough money to feed her family.
Minna is 82 years old and lives completely alone in a tiny, run-down one-room apartment in the former Soviet Union. Widowed for over 50 years, Minna’s two sisters helped care for her as best as they could. Yet tragically, over the past two years, she has lost both and has no one to help.
Perhaps never before has there been a time when more Jewish men and women need a Freedom Flight from places of danger. Arab lands, Ukraine, Moldova, and other places around the world are becoming more dangerous as Jews are trapped midst war, oppression, and threats to their personal safety.
It is sad to say, but our worst fears are coming true! Even more tragic in our mind is the fact that these entities who no longer support Israel are ignoring or even denying the Bible’s clear teaching that those who bless Israel will be blessed themselves (Genesis 12:3).
It was early in the morning when Alexander, a local resident, was busy shoveling the snow off the pavement during the winter of 2005. He was hurrying to work and could hardly pay attention to the noises he heard. It must be my imagination, he thought. But he knew in his heart something was wrong. Following the sound of the voices, he entered the large building nearby, in one of Odessa, Ukraine's overpopulated neighborhoods.
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