a time for peace

– standing against occupation

a palestinian…

If asked a year ago for the first word that came to mind when I heard the word Palestinian… I might have said “terrorist.”  Today I would answer something quite different.  As I prepare to leave Bethlehem tomorrow, I want to introduce you to some of the Palestinians I have come to know, who have been part of my life just about everyday. Palestinians, I now call “friends.”

The first Palestinian I met was Majdi, the shop owner at our corner. Our first majdiday here, Niina and I were walking down the street in search of a bread shop and he came running out of his shop, insisted we get into his car, and he drove us to the best bakery shop in town! Since then I’ve learned Majdi adopts the EAs and always has a cup of coffee or tea ready to refresh us on our journeys past his corner shop.

clemenceThen there’s Clemence, whose home is directly next to the wall near the car gate. She was a teacher in the Beit Sahour Lutheran School and she did her best to teach me Arabic, poor woman! But more than that, she taught me about the culture and the ways of the people here, so I would not look foolish even if I couldn’t hold a conversation.  She took care of me like a good mom!

elias eliElias was our main taxi driver, and our relationship became one of the nicest surprises of all.  Driving us home one night he invited Dirk and me to come with him to have a beer and meet his friends. His friends became our friends as we had many dinners together –eli.jeanette at their homes, and out for pizza. They shared their lives, their hopes and dreams, and their struggles with us – teaching us much about the lives or ordinary Palestinians.  Since that night, Eli has not only taken us all around the area, he’s taken me many places that he, as a Palestinian, was nervous about going.

Cafe Sima is our favorite coffee shop – Sima was trained at the Cordon sima and momBleu in Paris as a pastry chef and her cafe is filled with delicious treats, as well as wonderful salads, soups, crepes, and quiche – and all kinds of coffees. What a blessing this little get-away has been!  Plus Sima’s mother, who works in the shop is a highly educated business woman who is a delightful lunch companion!

Finally, I must include the man who runs the small grocery shop just Abu Amil. sondownthe block, Abu Amil.  Although we didn’t shop there all that often, (in these shops there are no fresh foods, just staples) every time we walked past – sometimes three or four times/day – he or his son or wife, would wave and call out to us, so we would stop and check in to let them know what was happening. Day or night I felt safer, knowing they were watching for me as I walked their street.

Everyone of these folks (and many more I don’t have time to introduce you to) knew I would only be here for three months. And they knew I was an American, which means I was somewhat of a culprit in the on-going Occupation. Yet they opened their hearts with warm hospitality and genuine friendship to this stranger in their midst.  They watched over me, listened to me, laughed and cried with me.  They shared their struggles and they taught me what I needed to understand.  They were gentle and kind as they expressed their impatience with American/Israeli policies.

They became a part of my life as they helped me do my job, encouragingme on the wall bigme to take risks,listening to the stories of my adventures, welcoming me home from scary places, and then they shed tears as we said our goodbyes. As I leave tomorrow, I do so with sorrow that I am leaving some good friends to deal with the difficulties here without me – and I am grateful we had a chance to introduce them to Team 29 who will continue to join the struggle with them.  And I pray that God’s Holy Spirit bind them together in the same love we now share.
peace/salaam – Pastor Pat


November 16, 2008 - Posted by | Christians, Occupation, Palestine, peace


  1. Pastor Pat,
    I give thanks to you for taking the time to share the story of your journey. I am sure that your writings have helped at least a few more of us come to know the struggles of the Palestinian people.

    I also give thanks to those people you met along the way that have been willing to share their story, welcome you and watch over you. I will continue to pray that peace prevails.

    Comment by Laura | November 17, 2008 | Reply

  2. I too only thought “terrorist” at the mention of the word Palestinian. Thank you for educating me on a whole world I had no idea existed. My prayers have been and continue to be with you.


    Comment by Monita | November 18, 2008 | Reply

  3. This post is the most heart warming and heart breaking in my opinion. Although your previous posts describing the conditions and many difficult situations you encounter each day should seem more important, it is sometimes hard to understand different conflicts and the situations you describe when one cannot be there to experience it for herself. Stories of caring friendships, however, are not complicated. The importance of a caring person is universal and I am so glad you had the opportunity to meet so many warm-hearted people and that they got to meet you too.

    Comment by Elsa | November 18, 2008 | Reply

  4. What priceless experiences you have just had! It was sure scary at times; our prayers were with you all the time. You have much to share when you come home. I’m sure your heart is heavy, but you are so missed here. I will be relieved when your feet touch terra firma! ha ha Shalom-Salaam-Peace Pat F.

    Comment by Pat F. | November 20, 2008 | Reply

  5. I agree with Elsa (below); this post is a grace-filled one–but I hope it won’t be your last! As someone less knowledgable about the Palestinian story & people, I’d be blessed if you’d keep blogging on this and other topics of peace as God leads you… Thanks for letting us travel to Israel with you and your team, and by your joint efforts, for making the land much more, well, holy, as well.

    Comment by Dan | November 24, 2008 | Reply

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