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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