Why Stand with Israel?

To stand with Israel, for some, is controversial. For others, it’s political. For me—it’s personal. It’s moral. It’s spiritual. It’s historical.

I stand with Israel not because I was raised to, but because I dared to ask questions I was never supposed to ask. And I found truth that demanded a response.

Because Israel is not a Western implant—it’s a return.

The modern state of Israel is not a colonial project. It is a homecoming. A people exiled for centuries returning to their ancestral homeland. A nation prophesied, scattered, persecuted—and now restored.

Jews did not steal this land. They inherited it. It is the only place on earth where they have ever been truly safe to be fully themselves. And even now, that safety is fragile.

To deny Israel’s right to exist is not a critique. It’s an assault on identity—and a spiritual blindness.

Because history demands honesty.

The Holocaust is not the only chapter of Jewish suffering. Pogroms. Expulsions. Blood libels. And yes—even in the Arab world, where over 850,000 Jews were driven out of countries they had lived in for centuries.

And yet, somehow—this people still sings, still builds, still welcomes. That resilience deserves honor, not hatred. Respect, not revisionism.

Because standing with Israel is not standing against Palestine.

This is not about choosing a side in a tribal war. It’s about choosing truth, dignity, and life over death, lies, and destruction.

I mourn for innocent Palestinians. I long for their freedom too. But I will not conflate their suffering with Hamas’ terror.

I stand with Israel because I believe in a future where both peoples can flourish—side by side. But peace begins with telling the truth: Israel is not the obstacle. Terror is.

Because I believe in the God of reconciliation.

As a follower of Jesus, I cannot ignore His Jewish identity. I cannot erase the covenant God made with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. I cannot be silent when His people are under threat.

Jesus wept over Jerusalem—and so do I. But He also rose in Jerusalem. There is a redemption story being written here, and I want to be part of it.

Because silence is complicity.

To remain neutral in the face of rising antisemitism is to normalize it. To ignore Israel’s pain is to condone the lies that fuel it.

I’ve seen the hate with my own eyes. I’ve heard the indoctrination. I’ve felt the shift in the air. But I’ve also seen Jewish and Arab children playing in Israeli parks. I’ve seen Muslim doctors in Israeli hospitals. I’ve met Holocaust survivors and young soldiers in the same room—both carrying stories the world would rather forget

And I’ve chosen to remember.

Why stand with Israel?

Because truth demands it. Because history affirms it. Because my faith compels it. Because love requires it.

So I will keep standing. Louder. Firmer. Clearer. Not in hatred of anyone—but in honor of a people who have defied extinction. A people who bless the world even when the world curses them.

I stand with Israel

Do you?