Share a story about how your congregation serves the blind, sick, lame, deaf and poor.
Listen to this story from Shatha Farah who shares her hope for those who suffer in the bombings. Shatha is in 9th grade and attends the Latin Patriarchate School in Gaza.
As the sun faded into the sea, leaving a sky filled with sunset colors in every corner of the heavens. The clock had stuck it is six o’clock and my house was calm, we all heard a new sound coming through our ears. We trembled and ran to the kitchen, we trembled and sat on the floor of our hall, watching the light of the bombs on the wall.
My father held me tightly, until the bombing was finished. Sometimes I wonder how many years are we going to live this way? Or are we going to live like this forever!
All I can do is keep on praying for the day when the rainbow of peace will appear in the sky once again, announcing peace after a tragic hurricane. I add to this saying that freedom will be here as long as the hope is living in us. So let’s keep the hope.