I’m old enough to remember the relief and joy and pride we felt on June 10, 1967, when Israel brought a victorious end to the Six Day War. The euphoria was palpable. IDF soldiers streamed through the Old City of Jerusalem, off-limits to Israelis since the end of the War of Independence in 1948. Ordinary citizens took to their cars for the short drive to Bethlehem, a city that only the day before had seemed so very far away. Suddenly the beautiful Golan Heights were part of Israel, and the Syrians routed in humiliation.
Was it all a miracle? Certainly it appeared so to religious Israelis – evidence of God’s hand in the world. To the rest of the Jewish world, it meant that Israelis could now breathe freely.