Fathiyeh and I lugged a propane canister down to our gas refill guy this morning, when we got a phone call from Paulette telling us that a delegation would shortly be at our apartment.  A weedy looking guy in the group looked very familiar, and then I realized it was Shane Claiborne, who had spoken at the Mennonite Convention in Columbus this summer.  Turned out that this group was largely composed of Christians from the Emergent Church movement.  We talked about the work in Hebron and I forget now the question that started me crying, but I essentially said that the happiest

Yesterday, Paulette, Hani and I were doing follow-up interviews in Al-Bweireh regarding the demolitions on Thursday.  The patriarch of the family who had his stable, goat pen and dovecote destroyed had said something about "my husband in America" in what I interpreted as a joking manner on Thursday and I wanted Hani to ask him what he had been trying to say.  What he had said, the jist of it anyway, was, "When she came I saw that her heart was so tired like mine, but even with a tired heart, she left her husband in America to be with us."  (Michael has often called when I've

Before I forget,  my younger colleagues working in Hebron and At-Tuwani want to start a movement that will call the last decade, "The Singles."