(Tel Aviv, Israel) โ When a deal gets cut that lets Tehran off the hook, I feel it from both sides. I feel it from Americans, and I feel it from my Israeli neighbors, who are asking, โWhat is going on?โ This is a far cry from the feeling eight weeks ago in the Jewish State, when the regime was on its knees.
We were at the one-yard line.
Israel has been fighting against hostile neighbors, a ring of fire of terrorists that have launched attack after attack, since the day it was reborn in 1948โand even before that!
However, Israelโs survival is not in question; that is guaranteed by God Himself. What grieves me is America, and the direction it is heading.
America is ramping up celebrations for its 250th birthdayโa certainly worthwhile celebration. Yet, as an American, I think about Pompeii and the fall of Rome. Those stories all had the same detail: Everyone was drunk at the party while the ground was shaking. No one seemed to have their eye where it needed to be. That’s what this moment feels like. Israel is standing in a doorway screaming, โThe building’s on fire!โ And the answer coming back from Washington, D.C., seems to be a dismissive, โWe’ve got a birthday to celebrate.”
Meanwhile, Israel has become a supposed nuisance. โOh, it’s you again, trying not to die.โ
My family spent weeks, like everyone else in Israel, listening for rocket alerts that went off day and night. I had to learn the geography of my own neighborhood in a brand new way. I know where the bomb shelters are. I know if my kids want to go to the park, to ensure that there is a fortified concrete shelter within a 90-second radius. Can you imagine that?
That is the cost of the ticket for being here in Israel.
The deal that’s being celebrated may buy everyone in America 25 cents cheaper gas, but it’s going to leave a regime standing that fired ballistic missiles on my children at two o’clock in the morning.
It is going to leave a regime standing that murdered tens of thousands of their own people in a weekendโthe blood on the ledger that no one is counting. These tens of thousands of Iranians were murdered after President Trump told them help was coming. They believed him. They rose up. The blood of those Iranians who were murdered in the streets is not just on the hands of the IRGC; some of that is on an administration that promised that they would be rescued. And that administration, when they needed them the most, is off to a signing ceremony instead.
We stopped at the one-yard line. You will have to forgive me if I don’t stand up and clap.
