Iz and Pal (Bedouin Buddies)


Iz and Pal

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Sitting Thirty-Six

Most people knew him as the editor of the newspaper but were unaware of his name nor anything about his background.

He liked it that way.

It had been his experience that the more people know about you, the less they are truly concerned and the more interfering they become.

He knew who he was. His name was Alexander Omar Percea. He was a confirmed bachelor and he was old enough that it was wise to forget the exact number.

He had been raised by an Egyptian diplomat who had made it his mission to set in motion peace talks between the Arabs and the Israelis. His father was a gentle man, who became more irritated and agonized over the years as there was no progress toward understanding. Yet he taught his son one very important rule: once you have done what is available to be done by you, don’t do any more. He explained to his young offspring that lamenting the opportunity to change the world only leaves one hating the people in it.

Alexander considered many occupations where he could pursue his aspirations and finally landed on journalism.

But now that the printed word was becoming less and less appreciated and effective, he took his father’s advice. He continued to do what he knew how to do and let it play out however it wanted to play out.

Alexander had the guideline of never getting involved in the type of adventure which had left his father dead of a stroke at age fifty-six. He loved his father very much, but as a young man, he stood back watching the soul of his dad being eaten by the wolves of indifference.

Not for him. Matter of fact, he verbalized his feelings while standing over the coffin of his daddy. “Father, I love you. But I won’t be you. The world can have my time. The world can have my interest. But they shall not have my spirit.”

Alexander had settled into his role as an editor, behaving like an old chicken, pecking at words and sentence structure, putting out the very best newspaper he could. Confident that he had done so, he was able to sleep at night without having his internal being tugged from all directions.

That is, until Miss Karin (as he called her) lured him into the story of the two boys in the desert. Even while hating himself for allowing his mind to be fluttered away with concern for the lads, he acknowledged that he was entrapped—hoping that just this one time, there could be a merciful happy ending to a story in his homeland instead of death and destruction.

He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t think. He found himself worrying, much the way his father had over his two “children”—Israel and Palestine.

But as promised, Editor Alexander Omar Percea sat down and did what he could for the cause and was finally able to convince himself that it was enough—because it was all he had.

He prayed. Not just to one God; Allah, Jehovah, Jesus, Buddha–to every religious icon he could think of. There was no need to leave any deity ignored when Iz and Pal could use all the help that heaven and Earth could muster.

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Jesonian: Three Women…May 3rd, 2015

 

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triplets for jonathots

Hagar was an Egyptian.

Sarah was “Mama Jewess.”

And Mary of Nazareth was a Palestinian virgin.

Although these three women are truly the intricate figures for a trio of religions, the doctrines of Muslim, Jew and Christian all still seem to be a little tilted towards male supremacy.

Hagar and Sarah were the wives of Abraham. Having two wives was just the beginning of his sorrows. They became jealous of one another and Abraham felt compelled to make a choice, rejecting his first Baby Mama, which turned him into the initial deadbeat dad.

So when it came time to birth a Savior, God decided to reject Abraham or any of his lineage to bring about the miracle.

On top of that, neither an Egyptian nor a Jewess were selected to fill the auspicious position of Mama Messiah.

God overshadowed a Palestinian virgin from Nazareth. It was a common joke that “nothing good could come out of Nazareth,” and certainly, Galilee was no breeding ground for prophets.

To further establish his point of separating the state of His affairs from the Middle East theocracy, God had His son spend the first 5 or 6 years of his life living as an Egyptian.

Yes, Christianity was meant to be a separate faith–non-Abrahamic–in order for us to minister to the squabbling brothers and sisters in what is deemed to be “The Holy Land,” as they continue to struggle in their ongoing custody battle.

So isn’t it ironic that for some reason, the more fundamental portions of the “Jesus faith” want to side with the Jews, and are then astounded that the Muslim world is offended by their favoritism.

Let me give you a quick numerical study:

There are 2.2 billion Muslims in the world and 14 million Jews.

I am not insinuating that our Jewish brothers and sisters should be given less attention–just that our Muslim family members should be more obviously included.

Jesus was not a Jew, and if he was, not a very good one–because his brethren killed him for poor attendance and unfaithfulness.

Jesus was born of a Palestinian virgin, spent his early years in Egypt, rendered unto Caesar, welcomed the Greeks, and now gives a hug to the entire world.

We do a disservice when we go to Children’s Court and testify for Sarah over Hagar.

 

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