“Take your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I shall tell you.”
To those of us who do not believe in blood sacrifice of any kind, whether it is animal or human, these words are horrifying. Who would be willing to do that, to sacrifice your child for God? Not many people would and even in this instance, when Abraham was reluctantly willing, God intervened and provided a ram as a substitute for the beloved son. Abraham was spared of making the sacrifice of the promised child to the God of Promise and the people of Israel began to be born.
Blood sacrifices, as we think of them, stopped when the Temple was destroyed in 70 A.D., at least officially. But sacrifices continue to be made in Israel all too frequently. They are not sacrifices out of love to a God of love. They are sacrifices made out of hatred to a god that demands despicable things of its illicit, hate-filled followers.
In the land of Israel where joy permeates the streets, where life is lived to the fullest and bravery is an all too constant companion, children are still being sacrificed, not by choice but by demonic thievery.
The first all out-and-out modern-day sacrifice of an Israeli child was the hideous murders of Koby Mandell and his friend, Yosef Ish-Ran in the beautiful Nahal Tekoa Canyon that surrounds Tekoa on three sides. The ancient, but revived village of Tekoa is where the boys 13 and 14, respectively, lived and played and went to school. Out of an extended curiosity the two young boys who stood on the brink of manhood, decided to skip school and explore their canyon. They didn’t know that three to five Palestinian terrorists would be looking for blood that day and that they, Koby and Yosef, would be the blood sacrifice. When the boys did not return home that night a search was instituted and the boys’ heavily battered bodies were discovered in a cave in the wadi. They had been so badly beaten that their bodies were unrecognizable, identified only by dental x-rays.
Two young boys, being boys. Two innocent lives were sacrificed to the god of hatred in the hands of animalistic men who thought nothing of killing for the pure joy of watching Jewish blood anoint the soil as it drained from their cooling bodies. It was May 2001, in the height of the Oslo War forced on Israel by a greedy world that thought they knew more about Middle Eastern happenings than truth could tell them.
And now, nearly eighteen years later, we ring our hands and continue to weep as another beautiful young body from Tekoa is sacrificed to that same hateful, blood thirsty, demonic god. Once again a religious Jew from Tekoa is attacked and murdered. This time it wasn’t the life of young boys that was taken but the life of an innocent young woman. Ori Ansbacher, the lovely nineteen-year-old religious Jewish woman was innocently going about doing her National Service when she was abducted by murder’s long fingers. But it wasn’t enough to just murder her. The brave, demonic killer was hell-bent on harming every part of her pure body that he possibly could as he raped her, stabbed her, mutilated her body and then finally in his last pièce de résistance, decapitated her and scattered her body parts throughout the park. How pathetically sick can one human being be? Is this killer even a human or does it come from the same tribe of hatred, blood thirsty murderers as those that killed Koby and Yosef that May day in 2001?
There have been many others in the eighteen, almost nineteen, intervening years. They come from all over Israel. Many are young and just beginning their lives. Some have not been born yet. Some have been married with families. Some have been pregnant women excitedly waiting to give birth only to have both lives smashed by stones or knives or vehicles or guns or bombs. Each hideous murder is another blood sacrifice of a life that had much to give and might have been that very soul that brought a cure for cancer, or a miracle of peace or whatever good that was destined for that particular life to bring as a gift to society. But, that didn’t happen. The evil, ugly, hatred snuffed out life and the beauty that it offered.
According to the Israeli Ministry of Foreign Affairs*, there were 1,348 Israelis murdered at the hands of terrorist from September 2000 through 2013. However, in looking at the MFA website where those who have been murdered are listed, it is easy to see that since 2013, at least another 138 have been murdered. That is to say nothing about the thousands that have been injured due to the terror attacks.
When will it end? Perhaps it will end when the United Nations learns truth and stands for it. Perhaps it will end when the world stands with Israel and not against her. Perhaps it will end when anti-Semitic nations quit pouring money into Hamas, the PLO and the Gaza Strip in order to fund those poor, malnourished, unprotected terrorists whom Israel tries to keep out of the Jewish state.
Only God knows when it will end. Until then, how many more perfectly innocent Jewish lives will be sacrificed on the altars of hatred while the United Nations looks the other way?