Thanksgiving Archives - standing by the gate

American and Israeli firefighters posing for photographs after returning from a call in Jerusalem, Nov. 27, 2016. (Courtesy of Emergency Volunteers Program)

The Prophet Isaiah inspired at least one Christian American volunteer to come to Israel during the Thanksgiving holiday to assist Israeli firefighters in extinguishing hundreds of fires that raged last week around the country.

Billy Hirth, Chief of Operations of the Emergency Volunteers Program (EVP), USA, was one of several volunteers who recently came to Israel from America, many of whom are Christians and feel called to stand with Israel. Hirth credited Isaiah 40 as his inspiration for lending a hand.

From the very beginning, I believe that God commands us to stand by them, that we’re to be an advocate for Israel – love them,” Hirth told CBN News in a story by Chris Mitchell. “My first trip here I was given a word, a prophetic word, [from] Isaiah 40: ‘Comfort My people.’ So it means everything to be part of their lives.

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Chicken Gadol (real name withheld upon request)

A bird in hand can make one conspicuous, especially when Thanksgiving arrives in Israel.

When in Jerusalem, for example, the fourth Thursday in November is not your grandpa’s traditional holiday. Some, if not most, Israelis have never heard of Thanksgiving. Even so, as the date approaches, many American Israelis persist in ordering turkeys from their favorite butcher shops. (The big birds do not magically appear by the hundreds in Israeli grocery stores, come November, as they do in the US, nor does there exist, to my knowledge, a Hebrew equivalent for the word, Butterball.) Every November, American expatriates in Israel also forage in the markets for fresh cranberries, sweet potatoes and other seasonal delights in advance of the big day on which we congregate to celebrate an American tradition, albeit with no hope of watching live football, also hoping, as some of us plod along, to make ourselves understood.

“Where have you been?” my Israeli neighbor asked bluntly when our paths crossed at a Jerusalem bus stop, each of us heading home.

“To a butcher shop in Talpiyot,” I told her in broken Hebrew, “to order a turkey.”

“Mah?”

“A turkey. A hodu. I’m from the United States. We celebrate Thanksgiving every November, even here.”

“Why?” she asked, after I repeated Thanksgiving in English six more times. (Only later learning the phrase, חג ההודיה, chag hahodayah, “holiday/festival/feast of the turkey.”)

Anxious to get past the interrogation, I mumbled something dismissive like, It’s what American’s do, but it wasn’t enough. “So, you are going to eat a turkey?” she persisted, closing in on the concept.

I sighed as I nodded, knowing her next question would, again, be why?

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