Listening to reports from Garza the other day, from the Israeli Hamas War, reports from the West Bank…

Palestinians, unable to return to Gaza, even as that territory is being destroyed as the Israeli military hunts for Hamas combatants, supplies, command, and control infrastructure.

I heard an interview with one Palestinian man Who worked in Israel, and with the war, is unable to return to his family and Gaza.

More than 6,000 children have been killed so far during the conflict. Surely more will die. Children. Noncombatants. Our future.

His words stung to my core. “I am a father. I want to die with my children.” he knows very well, that his family, his children, are in grave danger living in Gaza at this time.

His words stopped me cold. But after reflecting, for a few moments, I had to agree. I have to agree. I am the father of three children. And if they were in danger, I would not want to be anywhere other than with them. Even if I could not save them, then I would want to die with them.

What an awful, soul, crushing, unbearable circumstance, to find oneself. I pray for those people. I pray for those people.