Walking by Faith, Not by Fear

My Stand for Israel and the Hostages

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BOULDER, COLORADO – JUNE 01: Police cordon off Pearl Street on June 1, 2025 in Boulder, Colorado. A suspect is in custody after reportedly throwing an incendiary device at a group participating in an organized walk to show solidarity with hostages held by Hamas in Gaza. (Photo by Chet Strange/Getty Images)

I am speechless, but not surprised.

For months, I’ve sensed this building. The vitriol, the open threats, the way anti-Israel hatred has crept out from the shadows into the streets, into universities, into cafés, schools, media, parliaments. But yesterday, the ground beneath my feet shook – figuratively and almost personally. A terror attack was carried out in Boulder, Colorado. Not in Israel. In the United States. The perpetrator, an Egyptian national by the name of Mohammed Solimani, threw Molotov cocktails at peaceful marchers, burning and critically injuring several, including children and elderly. He shouted “Free Palestine” and “Death to Zionists”. The peaceful activists who were attacked were simply walking, holding up hostage posters – as they do every Sunday – under the banner of Run for Their Lives.

They weren’t protesting. They weren’t shouting. They were walking to raise awareness for the Israeli hostages – those who were kidnapped on October 7, some of whom have been brutally murdered, others who remain held in the dark tunnels of Gaza. It was a human act. A moral act.

And now, it is dangerous.

I, too, walk. I walk the same walk in my own city of Düsseldorf, Germany, shoulder to shoulder with strangers turned allies. We hold signs. We wear the yellow hostage pins. We pray. We remember. We refuse to forget the stolen lives, the mothers, the babies, the elderly.

But now, I find myself asking: Could I be next?

This attack didn’t happen “over there.” It happened in the heart of the West. In a place where people believe they are safe. And the more I reflect, the more I understand – this wasn’t random. This is what the so-called “Free Palestine” movement is cultivating. It masquerades as a fight for justice. But look closer. It is a funnel for hate.

These activists—many of whom claim to be champions of human rights – chant slogans accusing Jews of genocide and baby killing, while simultaneously ignoring the starving children of Sudan, Yemen, and elsewhere. Their outrage is selective, their silence strategic. Their “justice” is conditional: it only applies if you’re not Israeli.

They have been brainwashed by movements funded by the same sources that finance terrorism against Israelis. Their activism doesn’t stop at words. It has become action – violent, cruel, and unrelenting.

And the media? The media pours fuel on the fire. Once-respected outlets like CNN, BBC, The Guardian, ZDFheute, and Tagesschau have turned into megaphones for propaganda. They report half-truths, omit the Israeli perspective, and regurgitate headlines fed to them by AP and Reuters without even lifting a finger to verify.

How did journalism fall so low?

Anti-Israel sentiment has become trendy. Being “against Zionism” is a badge of honour in certain circles. Journalists are cashing in. Politicians follow the mob. “Free Palestine” is printed on posters and t-shirts – meanwhile, Jewish people are being harassed, doxxed, beaten, shot at.

This is not a human rights movement. This is the unraveling of moral clarity in the West.

Yes, it is a democratic right to critique a government. But when Israel is singled out, distorted, and demonised while far worse atrocities are ignored – this is no longer criticism. It is incitement. It is antisemitism in its most dressed-up, socially acceptable form.

So where does that leave people like me? Like you? Those of us who stand for Israel, for the truth, for the return of the hostages?

It leaves us walking – but now, we walk with resolve. We walk with awareness that yes, we may be targets. But we walk nonetheless.

I wear my Star of David knowing full well that someone might spit at me. I wear my hostage pin knowing I could be shouted at. I carry my Israeli flag, not out of defiance, but out of unwavering loyalty to a nation under siege – not just from rockets, but from global lies.

I cling to my faith.

The Hebrew Bible reminds me over 100 times: Do not be afraid. It also commands us to be a voice for the voiceless.

This is my calling.

These are not easy times. I won’t pretend they are. There is fear. But there is also fire. The same God who parted the Red Sea, the same Guardian of Israel who neither slumbers nor sleeps (Psalm 121), is watching over His people still. He is our shield and our refuge. And He is with those who walk in truth and righteousness.

Now, more than ever, Israel needs us. The hostages need us. The world needs voices who will not be silenced by intimidation.

We are the generation that must rise with courage. We are the ones who must speak when others slander. We must walk in the face of terror. Because this is not just a political fight. It is a fight for humanity, it is a spiritual battle.

And I choose to obey the God I follow.

Let them shout. Let them lie. I will not cower. I will walk. I will speak. I will believe.

If you live in a free country, use your freedom wisely. Speak up. Walk. Share the truth. Don’t let the world forget the hostages. Don’t let fear win.

Because silence now… is complicity. http://gty.im/2217570158