The Lutheran's March issue showed a picture of me standing in a home in the Gaza Strip (page 40). I want to tell you how I felt that day.
Seventeen
people lived in four rooms — three generations, including grandparents,
three sons, their wives and children. Although we were strangers, they
willingly showed us through the home they had created out of scrap
materials. In the dark cooking area we saw the gleam of polished
kettles on the shelves. A sheet of corrugated metal — the roof — was
arranged so air could circulate without allowing in rain. A small
brazier for cooking the food they sold to get some income sat on a
"front porch."
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