A poem of sorrow

Sea of Galilee

Kinneret, the Sea of Galilee. After visiting Aaron’s grave, I traveled to the Sea of Galilee and snapped this photo.

The dead do not live on in our memories
Who would be satisfied
Their existence reduced
To a passing thought
A fleeting memory?

The dead were not summoned for need by God
If Almighty should have want
Of anything at all
He is neither All
Nor Mighty

The dead are not by God called home
Even a wicked father
Does not bereave siblings
With tragedy and violent suffering
To summon the one

The dead do not become as stardust
Will the dust give praise to You, Lord?
"To dust you shall return"
Is the cause, not consolation
Of my grief

The dead do not float with cherubim above
For our essence is beyond mere disembodied soul
Flesh and bones we were fashioned
Our true form
Earth is where the Divine settled us
Our true home
In resurrection both restored

There is nothing good in death
Nothing
No reason
No comprehensible meaning
Even should there be
It would not console me
Because it would not return the dead to me

There is no consolation but this:
"I will swallow up death forever
And wipe away every tear from their eyes"
Until then I will grieve for my brother
Bitterly taken in youth
A beautiful branch broken
Violently ripped from the tree
He is gone and not coming home
And only our tears remain

My brother passed away today

Aaron with his 3 daughters, photo taken just a few months ago

My little brother Aaron passed away today.

I hoped he could pull through and wake up from the coma. We knew it was a possibility that he would not.

I don’t understand why he died. It was our desire, our hope, our will for him to live. But in all our praying, we said God’s will be done.

Aaron’s heart was always in Israel, even when he was a little kid. I’m glad he was able to live and thrive in Israel for the last decade of his life. After many missteps, Aaron was getting his life in order this last year. I believe the Lord ministered to Aaron while he was in this coma these last several months. I am glad his suffering is over. He will be buried where his heart always was.

I’m grateful for the 30 years of Aaron’s life, even if it is too short. Yeshua said, “I am the resurrection and the life.” May the Lord in His mercy raise Aaron on that day. ❤

"Thus let all your enemies perish, Israel"

Holocaust survivor Miki Goldman at the trial of Nazi butcher Adolf Eichmann

To commemorate the 75th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz, the @Israel Twitter account gave Holocaust survivor Miki Goldman control of their account yesterday to tell his story and open up for Q&A. His remarkable story shows a beautiful arc of justice as he goes from Auschwitz survivor to prisoner of Great Britain to Tel Aviv policeman to investigator in the Adolf Eichmann trial, and more:


Miki tells of how he ended up at Auschwitz and survived for 2 years:

He explains how he escaped the Nazis as the Red Army approached the camp. As the Nazis evacuated the camp, they led the prisoners on a death march; Miki saw many dead or dying of hunger or hypothermia, face-down in the snow. At an opportune moment, he falls face down in the snow along the side of the road, pretending to be dead. The plan worked:

After staying hidden for a few weeks, Miki joins the Red Army to bring the fight to the Nazis:

Two years after World War II ended, Miki boarded the Hatikva boat to Israel. At that time, Israel was not yet a formal nation, still under British control. The British seized the boat and Miki spent over a year in a detention camp in Cyprus. During that time, the nation of Israel was formally founded on May 14th, 1948, ending British rule. Within the year, Miki was released and arrived in Tel Aviv:



There Miki became a police office and investigator in Tel Aviv, eventually serving with the legal team that prosecuted the Nazi war criminal Adolf Eichmann, who had fled Germany to Argentina and was subsequently captured by Israeli intelligence institute Mossad:

Miki on the feeling of dread of pure evil upon seeing Eichmann:

During the trial, a witness against Eichmann testified he saw a Nazi soldier shoot and kill Jews and whip a small boy 80 times. "Can you point out the youth who received the 80 lashes?" "Yes, he's sitting right there." [points to Miki Goldman].

As justice was carried out and Eichmann was sentenced to death by the Jerusalem court, Miki recounts a moving experience, a fitting end to the Nazi butcher:

Amein, amein!



One final note because it is on my heart: I asked Miki how we can best help Holocaust survivors. Miki replied that many survivors are lonely -- especially if they have no living relatives -- and are often in difficult financial situations. He said we ought to support the organizations that help Holocaust survivors.

One such organization is my own charity, Bless Israel. We raise funds for Holocaust survivors and distribute the funds through on-the-ground charities like Chevra Humanitarian, Vision for Israel, and the Joseph Project. Holocaust survivors like Miki have a short time remaining on this earth - I urge you in Yeshua's name to bless them financially. I don't care which organization you do it through. Because we share in Israel's spiritual blessings, how much more should we return the physical blessings and abundance to the Jewish people? And if Israel ought to be blessed, how much more these precious few living Holocaust survivors?

Thanks, friends.