Saturday, May 21, 2011

A Time for Everything Under Heaven

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build, 
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, 
A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, 
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to be silent and a time to speak,
A time to love a time to hate,
A time for war and a time for peace."
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

"A time to laugh..."
Yesterday I went to the hospital again. We currently have four Gaza children staying there: Bassan, Monsour, Rahaf, and Abd Elrahman Alghouti. I was only able to see Bassan and Abd because the other two are in ICU and the doctors were doing a procedure in their yesterday. But I did get to have tea with all the mothers and grandmother. Despite our language barriers we all laughed a lot. Rahaf's mother in particular loves to joke around. Baby Bassan is a beautiful little girl so Rahaf's mom has asked Bassan's mom if baby Bassan can be promised to marry her son. The problem... she doesn't have a son! Yet.
" A time to mourn..."
Only a couple weeks old, Addel Kareem died this past Tuesday. Everyone at Shevet and the hospital was deeply saddened by this loss of life. His mother had returned home a couple days before for some rest and was not at the hospital. Our prayers are with his family. 
" A time to dance..."
Every Friday night we have a nice Shabbat meal. Last night, after we had eaten and and cleaned up all the dishes, a handful of us sat down in the living room. Those with musical abilities picked up the guitars and started playing songs as they came to mind. We had a wonderful time of worship and and prayer. Eventually, people started to go to bed. When there were only a few people left, things started to get crazy. After a long week, during a late night, anything can happen! We started singing crazy songs, there was some interpretive dancing, and all kinds of hullabaloo. It was a great time of laughter and bonding.

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