Wednesday, May 22, 2013

16 Minutes

I never thought I would be writing about this, but life is full of surprises you know.  Unless you live under a rock, you have heard, watched, read, or perhaps even witnessed in person the devastation that has struck Moore, Oklahoma.  Being almost 7,000 miles away, I have had to resort to using the internet, and others have been keeping in touch by phone.  It’s driving me crazy that I can’t be there to help, but in Oklahoma, help is one thing there is a lot of.  I witnessed that two summers ago after an EF-5 struck Piedmont and surrounding areas.  I, along with many others, spent the entire summer volunteering with clean-up at what was left of various residences.  Even now, reading about the outpouring of love and support from strangers all over the world, and about those who are helping in Moore, I am reminded of what is important, of what really matters:  loving others.  It is half of the greatest commandment, as Jesus said we are to love God with all our heart, soul, and strength, and we are to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. I can personally say Oklahoma loves their neighbors well.

16 minutes.  That’s how long my neighbors in Moore had to take cover.  That may seem like ample time for some, but not if you have babies in school and you’re trying to drive through now clogged up streets trying to get to them before it strikes.  We know from the news reports that 7 little students did not make it out alive; that is 7 too many.  Reports are conflicting, but it is said the funnel was at least a mile wide; some say up to 2 miles wide.  Scientists have said the energy released from the tornado was at least (some estimates are higher) 8 times that of the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima.  I can’t wrap my pea brain around the damage it has left in its wake, let alone the energy it exerted to cause it.  Whether having seen it in person two summers ago or seeing it now from afar, my reaction is the same:  shock, unbelief, and immense sadness.  This time it has happened in my town.  I've driven by Briarwood Elementary countless times; it is completely destroyed.  The 7-11 I always purchased my non-ethanol gas from—also where I snapped many a photograph from my phone to send to my mom, bragging about our low gas prices—is gone; four died there, two being a mother and her infant.  My house, 3/10 of a mile north of the tornado’s path, is still standing.  Ironically, this tornado’s path almost mimicked the same path from the May 3, 1999 monster, however that year the tornado went right through where my house now stands. 

My insurance company didn't waste any time; within 2 hours of the tornado, I received an email stating they hoped I was safe and that they were aware of the severe weather in my area, leaving instructions for turning in a claim, if need be.  Thankfully, I don’t think that will be necessary, as my roommate finally was able to get my car in our garage last month.  As of writing this, I still don’t know if Linda (my roommate) has yet been able to get to the house, so I still have no details, such as if it has any cosmetic damage, if our yard is covered in debris, if my two cats still have their hair (one in particular--Binx-- tends to shed when he’s stressed).  Our neighbor said their house shook when it passed by; since we all live in brick homes there in the subdivision, I think that says a lot.  I have been looking forward to returning home, but now I know it will look a lot different.  I do know that my friends are safe and well, and that’s what matters most (believe me, if I was concerned about material things, I would not be driving a car that looks like a golf ball on wheels—it was heavily damaged in a baseball-sized hail storm last summer)...and hopefully my cats don’t hate me.  It’s funny to think that so many were worried about me living in Israel, yet I could have stayed home and been a part of the events of May 20th.  I’m glad God is in control and not me.

Linda's daughter lost her house, but her family is safe.  My former boss has a lot of damage to his home, but his son, who was at Briarwood Elementary, is safe as well.  I am thankful for good news such as this, yet my heart still grieves at the loss of life; one such story involving a single dad who lost his 9 year old daughter, one of the 7 in Plaza Towers Elementary, and his house--one year after losing his wife to lupus.


As in all disasters, whether natural or man-made, good always finds ways to emerge and rises above the ruins.  To me this is a testament to the truth that is found in John 1:5 in reference to Jesus, the Light of the World: "and the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it."  I believe the same is true in this situation; light will overcome the darkness.  God usually shows His love through others, and I know there is a lot of love being shown right now in Moore.  I have been encouraged reading about rescuers finding people alive, families reuniting, teachers using their bodies to shield students, my friend telling me her roommate helped pull children out of the rubble, etc., and I look forward to reading and hearing about more.  Oklahomans have had their share of disasters, and every time they unite, stand strong, and selflessly help those in need.  Usually the turnout is so great some volunteers get turned away.  The last couple days have been surreal, as I have mourned for those who have perished, and I have rejoiced for those who were found and are safe.  Now that I have words, I will continue to pray for physical, spiritual, and emotional healing for all affected.  I love my state, my fellow Okies, and I look forward to coming home soon.  Thank you to everyone who helps out in any way possible.

Aerial view of the tornado's path


Moore Medical and what's left of vehicles

Before and after photos of Plaza Towers Elementary

The only thing remaining at the 7-11 is the frame for the sign



Resident took these pictures just before entering the shelter and after emerging


NASA image of the storm, with rotation clearly visible around the red line

My house is located within black box; white and red lines below show path of tornado


Teacher from Briarwood Elementary whose leg was impaled by a leg from either a desk or a chair; there were several of these types of injuries

Just above the "X" where the paths cross, in the green is where my house is today

The red line is the route I usually take to school; the arrow is pointing in the direction of where I live; about a mile down the road, and to the north less than 1/2 a mile

June edition

This photo was taken in Edmond, Oklahoma the day before this massive storm.  Very powerful image.
I am sure most people have seen this video, but it is too sweet for me not to share:
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=50147264n&tag=api

This is an incredible video taken from an insane guy who apparently lives southeast of me; the news station said, and I quote, "We do not recommend doing this.  Ever.":
https://www.facebook.com/kfor4/posts/10151388322736636

Monday, May 13, 2013

Fish heads, pita, and peanut butter


I was asked to write about the food situation here—how is it different than America; is it expensive; what have I been eating?  First of all, back in the States my eating habits were not the healthiest—pizza, bacon, hamburger, Doritos, etc.  Of course when I got sick, all of those foods and pretty much every other food stopped.  As frustrated as I was, I saw the positive in my unintentional three month-plus fast—I saw it as spiritual preparation for my stay here in Israel, and once I started eating again, it was as if I had a new foundation to build upon. 

Once I got my appetite back (which really happened not long after I arrived in Israel), it came back with a vengeance, mostly thanks to all the added walking; I simply couldn't eat enough.  I was always hungry, so I ate several times a day.  Now my body has adjusted, and I am on a regular routine.  Unfortunately, I do not have as many choices here as I do back home.

The big one of course is pork.  Pork is not kosher, and you will not find it anywhere in Jerusalem (probably the most strict of all cities/villages in Israel), unless you visit an Arab supermarket or the Muslim Quarter in the Old City.  So far I have survived without my beloved bacon, but I do think of it often.  I almost ordered bacon at a non-kosher restaurant in downtown Jerusalem for my hamburger, but it was about $ 2.50 extra for two skimpy pieces.  I can get a whole pack for that back home.  Other things I can’t find here: pickles in a jar; they are available in cans, and they’re much smaller and have a different taste—not bad at all mind you, just some are spicy, and I honestly can’t tell you what the others are, I haven’t looked up the Hebrew for it yet.  Pretzel rods are another commodity I relish at home but they do not exist here.  When I first arrived in January, I bought a bag of what I thought were pretzel rods and couldn't wait to bust them open.  To my surprise, the white things were not salt crystals, but sesame seeds (I bought 3 bags before I learned my lesson).  Sesame seeds defile a lot of foods here—I am not a fan.  I finally found saltines tonight, but they only come in a small pack and are about 3 dollars. 

Hamburger is available in the deli, but to be honest it looks a little scary (there are other, uh, pieces that look scary, too).  Not to mention it is super expensive—if memory serves me correctly, it is over 6 dollars a pound. If I find that is not true, I will correct myself on my next post.  They do sell frozen hamburger pre-made patties, but I am not convinced the meat came from a cow; the jury is still out on that one.  The cheapest loaf of bread—which you have to keep in the fridge, as I have had it mold in just over 3 days—is about $3.25.  I basically live on peanut butter, and it is $5.40 for a 17 ounce jar.  I really miss cereal, and they have a few American brands.  My favorite is Frosted Flakes, but at $9 a box, (granted it’s a large box, but still!) I just can’t afford it.  And the biggie?  No Mt. Dew.  None.  I recently read that it is hard to find (if found at all) in Europe or something, but since I am on the Asian continent I shouldn't have to suffer too, but apparently I have no choice.  Coke is available, but is $2 for a liter.  I haven’t decided if the bottled water here is expensive or not; for a six pack (2 liter bottles=3.2 gallons total) is $3.24.  I don’t think that’s too bad.  The cheapest eggs I have found is $3.20 for a dozen.  The eggs here are fun because they have reddish-purple stamps on each one; why I don’t know, but I always buy the ones that have brontosaurus stamps.

What else?  Oh, pizza.  There is a Dominos up the street from the North Gate of the Student Village, and they serve meat on the pizza, which is great, which includes pepperoni…but it’s not pepperoni.  I haven’t figured it out yet; it tastes kind of like salami.  I had (naked) shrimp on pizza last week, and it was actually very good.  The price is comparable to the States.  I found a Pizza Hut downtown, but I have not ventured in yet; it is across from McDonald’s.  I have been to McDonald’s three times—once in Tiberias and twice here.  All three times were for ice cream, but once I did get the fries.  I think I paid over $8 for a McFlurry and small fries.  Oh, and they don’t have the traditional menu either—here they offer the “Big America” burgers, and they are named after cities, such as Chicago, New York, New Orleans, etc.  I couldn't find a Quarter Pounder on the menu.  And yes, the fries taste the same.  Regular little tub of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream=$8-10.

To save money, there is always the shuk=outdoor market.  By far, the prices for fruits and veggies there is much, much cheaper than the States, and much higher quality. I bought roughly 3 pounds of clementines for just over $2.  Pitas are made fresh there all day, every day (except during Shabbat, of course), and you can get a pack of 10 for 5 shekels, which is about $1.35.  You can get just about everything at the shuk: fish, chicken, steak, various desserts, cheese, cookies, candy, eggs, and believe me when I say the best fresh bread, literally hot out of the oven.  Almonds have been a staple for me, and I can get just over two pounds for $5.40.  My favorite part of the shuk is all the free taste testing—you try it before you buy it.

My favorite Israeli food is the falafel, hands down.  You can eat it in a pita, or my personal favorite, a large tortilla, called a lafa.  I prefer the lafa because usually the pitas don’t hold up well, and of course the lafa makes for a bigger falafel.  What is a falafel?  I was told it is Israel’s version of the cheeseburger, and that’s a pretty good comparison, except it has no meat whatsoever.  What makes a falafel a falafel are the little hush puppy looking items: deep fried chickpeas.  Then you stuff your vehicle of choice with veggies, usually consisting of cabbage, tomatoes, cucumbers, then there is humus, pickles, and a lot of the time French fries, but in Israel they’re called “cheeps”, and then drizzled with tahini, which is made up mostly of sesame seeds.  You see, the irony of it all is I do not like sesame seeds, as previously mentioned, nor do I like humus or chickpeas.  But they taste amazing eaten together.  The best place to get a falafel, in my opinion, is just outside the Student Village at the French Hill Falafel.  Well now that I just wrote an entire blog on food, I’m hungry.  



The best bread I have bought so far here

Taking a quick nap before things get really busy at the shuk

It's very common to see these hanging around, a lot of the time with the tails still untouched; sometimes  you can see piles of bags containing the heads and other parts, sometimes the piles are a few feet high

Eating area at the shuk, before it opens

Tower of sweetness





Fish heads and more









You can't tell in the picture, but the celery stalks here are huge; I've seen some almost 3 feet long

A glorious pita exiting a less glorious machine

My favorite place to buy pita





This was my first ever falafel back in January, in a lafa

This is a pic I borrowed from the internet, showing some optional veggies, in a pita. I don't usually have one in my hands long enough to take a picture.



Friday, May 10, 2013

WoW

Before I write anything, I have to share a question my sister Shannon had about my last post, "Earth's Bellybutton"; she wanted to know if people go to the little sculpture for Lent...well it made me laugh. Ok onto today's post.

Today is Rosh Hodesh (“head of the month”)—the first of Sivan on the Jewish calendar.  Each Rosh Hodesh is considered a small festival in Judaism; today was kind of a historic one here in Jerusalem.  A few weeks ago I first heard about “Women of the Wall”; here is their mission statement:



“Women of the Wall, or Nashot Hakotel × ×©×•×ª הכותל in Hebrew, is a group of Jewish women from around the world who strive to achieve the right, as women, to wear prayer shawls, pray and read from the Torah collectively and out loud at the Western Wall (Kotel)  in Jerusalem, Israel. The Western Wall is Judaism’s most sacred holy site and the principal symbol of Jewish people-hood and sovereignty, and Women of the Wall works to make it a holy site where women can pray freely.”

The group, which came into being in 1988, caught my attention when I read an article in the news that five women were arrested at the Wall for disturbing the public order by wearing prayer shawls and praying out loud.  Recently, the Supreme Court ruled that they were not disturbing the peace and said that they are allowed to continue praying at the Wall, wearing their shawls, etc.

Since the service was supposed to start at 7, Amanda and I left the Student Village around 6:15, and about 20 minutes later we were about to enter the Old City by way of the Lion Gate, or St. Stephen's Gate (traditional site of the stoning of Stephen in the book of Acts).  I was not prepared for what I saw; being so early in the morning, Amanda and I were one of three people on the road; this guy in the picture below was the third:

He was barefoot, carried a bible, and seemed to be praying


After getting my backpack checked at security, I was one of thousands in the plaza/Wall area, watching as hundreds of women, wearing tefillin (little boxes worn on forehead and arm, contains little scrolls from the Torah) and prayer shawls (traditionally only for use by men), celebrated Rosh Hodesh.  There were also some men present in support, singing and praying with them.  I was at first blocked off by the human chain the Israeli police formed right in front of me; the police officers had joined hands.  A couple officers pushed me back a few times as I was pushed forward by girls behind me; I've never been in such a crowded situation.  All I could think of, as we were pushing our way through the masses, was how it's always easier to get into a tight situation than it is to get out.

Once we came to a stopping point, I realized we were so tightly packed that I was unable to reach around and put my phone in my back pocket; someone was pressed up against it.  Needless to say, today’s gathering sparked outrage, which is already being covered by international media.  The Ultra-Orthodox community was in an uproar, and I was caught in the middle—literally.  Behind me were hundreds (maybe more) of Ultra-Orthodox seminary girls, who were released from school so they could be bused into the plaza with the intention of blocking the entrance to the Wall itself; in that they succeeded, as the women’s prayer section was flooded, pouring out into the plaza where I was sandwiched most uncomfortably.  I watched as young girls wept and prayed, visibly upset at what was unfolding before them—this was the first time the police protected the members of the Women of the Wall, thanks to the decision by the Supreme Court.  




One of the members of the Women of the Wall, wearing the tefillin on her forehead

Human wall


One of the male supporters

Sunrise over the Wall

Spectators above the plaza

Members of the media
Across the plaza from me were more officers barricading Haredi Jewish men (Haredim are the most conservative of the Orthodox), who were throwing trash, liquids, water bottles, I think a chair, and apparently stink bombs.  The prayer service started at 7AM and lasted until about 9.  Towards the end of the service, one of the officers let me through, as he finally realized I was not going to cause any trouble; it wasn't until at the end that I realized they had again formed a human wall behind me—I was now in the middle with the supporters of the Women of the Wall.  I quickly climbed atop a vacant chair and relished the view I now had; I was only feet from the Women of the Wall, and beyond I could see the masses, clearly divided between Orthodox, non-Orthodox, and police.



Reading from prayer book




During the service, a girl celebrated her bat mizvah.  In the picture below, which I found from a news website, you can see that I was in fact there:



Celebrating bat mitzvah

One of the Haredi hecklers climbed up from the men’s prayer section to the top of the fence to laugh mockingly at the women; the second time he did this, the police officer nearby started punching his knuckles after he failed to push him off like the first time; that eventually worked and the Haredi lost his grip.




He used his megaphone to tell the Orthodox school girls it was time to go back to school

Orthodox protester

After the service was over, Amanda asked if I wanted to try and sneak away or if we should follow the procession out; looking at our surroundings, I realized we didn’t have much of a choice. Not only were the officers still blocking the Ultra-Orthodox Jews, they had also set up metal barricades (fencing) on both sides of us.  My friend Josh, who had seen me from the crowd once I stood on the chair, came over and walked out with us.  The police went before the throng, and walked along both sides, pushing back angry protesters who were still slinging liquids and spitting as far as they could, all the while yelling and pointing.  I stopped to take a picture when I heard behind me “zay lo zman!”, which translates to “there is no time!”; I turned and I saw a bulky but tired police officer; I looked behind me and realized I was the last of the throng, as a wall of officers was right behind me, waiting for me to continue walking.  So I quickly obeyed and caught up to Amanda and Josh.  They had us file out through the Dung Gate which faces the south.  Once out I turned around and saw that the wall of officers had stopped at the gate, blocking the angry Orthodox mob that had been following us.  From there things got out of control; standing in the middle of the street, amid the countless police officers, were large groups of Orthodox, clad in the traditional black and white.  One young teen was leaning against a police vehicle, his face buried in his black hat while news crews repeatedly filmed and photographed him—he had been arrested.  Just up the street, in the direction we were now forced to go, were two more officers manhandling another Haredi, one officer even kicking and kneeing him in the rear to get him back where they wanted him.  In the middle of that, yet another young Haredi was being drug down the street by yet another two officers; in all five were arrested, two police officers lightly injured.        


A very packed women's prayer section; the area quickly cleared out once the Women of the Wall's service ended


 




Praying with shawl

Anat Hoffman, chairwoman of Women of the Wall, warns women that they are in danger of attack as they leave, so she advises us to link arms (so I read on a news site; she spoke in Hebrew and I couldn't hear it all); thus my arms were unlinked...but it was ok.


Peeking over a reporter's shoulder


Peeking over a reporter's shoulder...again (same reporter)

Leaving the plaza


Officers continuing to form human chain




Anat Hoffman again

Part of my human shield


Member of WoW thanking officers

Turning around Haredim

One of the five arrested

As mentioned above, this one was physically returned

Getting the knee for not complying

I really like this picture





Shabbat shalom!