Dear President Trump,
You said there would be “no Israel” if it weren’t for you. I understand the instinct. You’ve earned the right to be proud. You moved the U.S. Embassy to Jerusalem when every expert swore the region would burn. You tore up the Iran deal. You recognized the Golan. You brokered the Abraham Accords. You brought the final Israeli hostages out of the Hamas dungeons in Gaza. You’ve been the best friend Israel has ever had in the White House, and I say that without an asterisk.
But Israel doesn’t exist because of any man. Not you. Not Netanyahu. Not Ben Gurion. Not even King David.
Israel exists because God says it will. Empires that were supposed to last a thousand years are dust. Pharaoh is dust. Babylon is dust. Rome is a tourist attraction. And the tiny nation much larger ones went extinct trying to erase is still here. Same language, same prayers, same resilient people. That isn’t geopolitics. That’s a promise being kept.
Zechariah says whoever touches Israel touches “the apple of God’s eye.” In Exodus, God calls Israel “his firstborn.” God isn’t looking for partners to share the glory. He’s looking for servants who understand whose hand is really holding this nation up.
So be the friend. Be the fighter. Keep doing what no president before you had the courage to do. But when the cameras are on and the temptation comes to say “me,” give the credit back to the One it belongs to. Watch how much further He takes you.
From Israel, the land that outlived every man who ever tried to claim it.
Not disagreeing with the benefits of the vitamins, but the carbs in their native diets were minimal and not the kind that would have fed decay-causing bacteria anyway. The Eskimos also had beautifully wide dental arches with room for all 32 teeth and open airways before we got them hooked on softer, processed foods.
@piersmorgan@realDonaldTrump Bibi's got to take care of his people. As long as Hezbollah keeps launching rockets, the IDF has to neutralize the threat.