It’s no one’s idea of paradise, this land of dust and wind. Yet this is where God spoke to man and he first conceived of sin. The land is dry and stubborn, like the people of the Lord. Even now I see them turning their plowshares into swords. Ever since the Maccabees revolted against Rome (Rome did not understand those Jews who worshiped God alone.) This land of Dust and wind has known no peace The men wield blades and staves. In such a place the only peace Is the quiet of the grave. How I long to comfort them, but where would I begin? The people here have lost their way and lost their sense of sin. The dispossessed now live in camps and old hatreds here still simmer. It’s hard to parse the difference between the righteous and the sinners.
The Land of Israel with its Jewish population living as an armed camps side by side with the dispossessed Palestinians