Palestine is leading me back to God
Things have really gone off the rails because this is my second substack in a week and it’s about god.
Keep calling your reps for a ceasefire using the 5calls app.
Keep writing your reps for a ceasefire.
Keep taking to the streets.
Palestine is leading me back to God. God under the rubble. God without a state. God on the phone lines, every hour of every day. God the thirsty, waiting in line for a drink. God the hungry, sharing her last piece of bread. God the healer, unable to save them all. God the mother, burying her baby before he can crawl. God the truth teller: “Palestinians are not disposable.” God the censured. God the censored. God who flipped tables. God who walked out of class. God who lost his job. God who got doxxed. God of the oppressed. God of the colonized. God of liberation. God of decolonization. God who planted the olive trees. God who dreamed the freedom dreams. God who protested in the streets. God the Palestinian, setting us free. Palestine is leading me back to God, but the cost is too high, the wound is too deep, the blood is overflowing.