During a recent Shabbat, I had a memory flash. Reading the haftorah, Amos 9, I
remembered something that happened 70 years ago. I was 13, in middle school, in Johnstown, Pennsylvania. We
started every morning with the Pledge of Allegiance and then the Lord’s Prayer (my parents told me to stand
silently). Then one of the students would read a few lines from the Bible. Sometime in the spring of 1948, I
chose a few lines from Amos 9:
And I will bring again the captivity of my people Israel,
and they shall build the waste cities, and inhabit them;
and they shall plant vineyards, and drink the wine thereof; and
they shall no more be pulled up out of their land which
I have given them, saith the Lord thy God.
I didn’t believe all this would be God’s doing, but I did believe it was being done by the Jews of the Yishuv, and
I was incredibly proud. It was, it still is, their project, but it is also our project, and it isn’t finished. Not
by a long shot.