So, what are we to make of all this gloom and doom?
Well, it was a miracle that Israel survived the 1948 War of Independence. It was a miracle that Israel survived the 1967 Six Day War. It was a miracle that Israel survived the 1973 Yom Kippur War. And, with all the intelligence that we received after-the-fact, it was a miracle that Israel was provoked into invading Lebanon on June 6, 1982.
It was a miracle that allowed a massive influx of Russian immigrants, which revitalized Israel’s economy. It was a miracle that countries such as Jordan and Israel have peace treaties – and even friendship (at times). It’s a miracle that a people that wandered in the wilderness of human history have found their home again.
It’s a miracle that an ancient,Â liturgical languageÂ was resurrected and given life by a lone fanatic called Eliezer ben Yehuda. It was a miracle that more than a handful of people supported Eliezer, turning aÂ flickering flame into a bonfire. And then, it was a miracle that theÂ bonfire became a nation.
I’veÂ heard of my own share of more private miracles. A friend,Â in the 1973Â war,Â blindly fired five shots from his disabled tank, destroying fiveÂ Syrian tanks. A company that I worked for just happened to add a few unnecessary functions to their application – and later won a multi-million dollar contract. Years ago, I wentÂ for a haircut, and the next week I found myselfÂ writing professionally for the first time.
Life is full of them, and Israel has attracted more than her share and is destined to attract even more. So, why shouldn’tÂ we expect to seeÂ a miracle happen in this doomsday scenario?
At every point in herÂ history, Israel was doomed. The world warned her that she was doomed. She knew that she was doomed. The armchair generals and the prognosticatorsÂ in their think-tanks piously claimed that there was no way that she could survive.
And then,Â the rest of the worldÂ satÂ by and watchedÂ as foreign powers abused Israel, and some of our countries even assisted in that abuse. Call it what you will, but those of us living in the rest of the world shouldn’t expect miracles.
So,Â when the storm clouds gather, where would you rather be? Huddled in your basement, hoping that you’ve prepared for the worst? Or, inÂ a place where miracles are aÂ daily fact of life.
Well, I know where I would rather be.Â