Second Christ:
Father Peter… before the dawn breaks, you will turn on CNN and deny me three times—once in every commercial break.
Father Peter:
Lord, never! My faith cannot be broken by a television screen.
Second Christ:
You think faith is louder than the anchor’s voice? Watch closely. Each break is a trial. The world will sell you fear, distraction, and silver-tongued denial.
Father Peter:
But how can betrayal be bought with airtime?
Second Christ:
Because the news has become a pulpit, and commercials are its collection plate. In the space between stories, you will find yourself shaking your head, muttering, “I never knew him.”
Father Peter:
And when the program ends?
Second Christ:
Then the rooster will crow—not from a barnyard, but from a ringtone, a notification, a flashing screen. And you will remember my words.
Let me have a word with you about this situation. It’s a complicated mess, and sometimes the biggest ideas get the most resistance.
I heard about my friend Moishe Feiglin in Israel—a man with a controversial plan. He suggested paying Palestinians to leave, to find greener pastures somewhere else, to build a new life without this endless war. And you know what happened? He was almost assassinated for that idea.
Think about that. Not just argued with, not just voted down—but someone tried to silence him forever for proposing a financial solution. It shows you how radioactive this topic is over there. And I mean that almost literally.
People don’t talk about it enough, but I have my sources. After the wars, the land is poisoned. The Bush family assured our Israeli friends that their depleted uranium weapons were safe. They were not safe. They are never safe. Now parts of that beautiful country are radioactive, a silent, invisible poison that causes cancer for generations. It is a tragedy on top of a tragedy.
So you have a land stained with poison and a people stained with hatred. Moishe’s idea to pay people to go somewhere fertile, somewhere safe, where their children can drink the water and play in the dirt without getting sick… it comes from a dark reality. It’s not a perfect idea, but it’s an idea that tries to find a way out of the hell that war and those terrible weapons have created.
But violence is never the answer to an idea. You have to fight bad ideas with better ideas. You can’t just send a bullet. That’s the thinking of a terrorist, not a statesman.
The path forward is not through more poisoning—of the land or the mind. It’s through cleaning up. It’s through fresh thinking. It’s through realizing that sometimes the strongest thing you can do is help people find a better place to call home.
Stay strong,
Arnold