Showing posts with label Al-Ahli Hospital Gaza City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Al-Ahli Hospital Gaza City. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 October 2023

Justin in Jerusalem

After nearly a week of clouds and rain, it was a pleasant surprise to wake up to blue skies and sunshine. No news of further aid convoys being allowed into Gaza after yesterday's opening of the Rafah crossing. Meanwhile Israeli bombardment of Gaza continues, in preparation for the ground assault. The compound of the Greek Orthodox church of St Porphyrus  in Gaza city was hit on Thursday last killing 18 people. It's said to be the oldest church in Gaza dating from as early as 425AD.

The Radio 4 Sunday programme, interviewed the Anglican Archbishop of Jerusalem and the Archbishop of Canterbury on a visit there. They made a plea to the Israeli military to consider urgently the plight of all those exposed to great danger, who have lost their homes and are running out of food and water. They also made an urgent plea for initiatives of reconciliation and peace making to begin. Recently a similar appeal was made by the heads of all Christian churches in Jerusalem, gathered together under the media spotlight. I've not seen this reported until now. It's violent men on both sides with the power of life and death over others who hog the attention of newsmakers and media influencers.

Clare and I attended the St Catherine's Parish Eucharist . There were three dozen adults and eight children in the congregation, and Fr Rhys presided. Before lunch, I worked on next week's Sway and the relevant liturgical reading files for distribution. I made an effort to get ahead as tomorrow when I normally do this, we plan to visit Owain and inspect the work he's done on his new apartment. Then I had a short siesta and went for a walk around Thompson's Park until tea time. 

At short notice this week, Christian Aid Wales organised a vigil service to pray for Israel and Palestine in Llandaff Cathedral at six this evening, so we walked there to join fifty others who responded to the call for prayer together. The bilingual service lasted just half an hour and involved eight people reading quotations from suffering people on both sides. There were several others there from St Catherine's and clergy friends as well, making the effort after a day's work. 

We got home in time for 'The Archers', and after supper watched 'Antiques Roadshow', and the first of a series of three episodes of a documentary about the trial of Adolf Eichmann, key Nazi organiser of the Holocaust in 1961. Eichmann was convicted on the basis of evidence from transcripts published in Life magazine of recorded conversations between himself and Nazi sympathisers. The tapes themselves were unavailable having been hidden after the event. 

It was some years before they found their way into German government archives, and for political reasons it was only in 2020 that the surviving 15 hours worth of 70 hours of taped conversations were released to an Israeli documentary team. I recall hearing of this trial when I was a sixth former, and reading about it. The Holocaust, I already knew about, as I'd been told about it by my mother, and seen footage of it in documentaries about the war on telly.

Then in the ten o'clock news, a report from the UN that a further 14 aid trucks have crossed into Gaza during the day. Sufficient diplomatic pressure on Israel seems to have secured the passage of more trucks in the aid convoy in the days to come. We'll see. 

Finally the Anglican identity of the bombed Al-Ahli hospital has been given fair coverage on prime time BBC news, thanks to the visit of Archbishop Justin Welby to his episcopal counterpart in Jerusalem. He gave a superb interview in St George's Cathedral about the need for reconciliation, including the following observation: "How you fight determines whether peace and reconciliation is possible in the long run" Let's hope that this wise counsel has its impact on leaders on both sides who have a choice to think about their plans of action before this conflcit spirals out of control into an widespread international war.

Wednesday, 18 October 2023

Unnatural death at Al-Ahli hospital

A day of non stop cloud and rain after rain overnight. From the news I learned it was Al-Ahli Anglican Hospital in Gaza City which was hit by a missile in a devastating blow yesterday, taking hundreds of lives, as the place shelters many refugees as well as patients. I was unhappy no mention was made by the BBC of the historic nature of this Christian institution, founded in 1852, serving all-comers in need. Llandaff Diocese has raised funds for the hospital's mobile eye clinic for many years. I hope there'll be a fundraising appeal from the Bishop to help meet the most urgent needs there. 

It's the second time the place has been hit by a missile in the past few years, according to the hospital's own website. Different Hamas spokespersons said in interviews that 200 or 500 people were killed, and blamed  Israel for the hit. After a delay of several hours, while investigations were carried out, a rebuttal of the claim was made, based on the fact that no mission was being flown over Gaza city at the time, and that video footage showed no impact crater or blast damage, pointing to a explosive ground fire possibly caused by a faulty missile launched within the city itself failing and crashing just after takeoff. 

Whatever is eventually shown to be the cause it's a humanitarian disaster, causing political shock waves internationally, particularly in the Arab world. President Biden cancelled a meeting with Arab leaders in Jordan this morning and flew to Israel instead to find out what happened and urge Netanyahu to stop military action at the Rafah crossing from Egypt, to allow humanitarian aid to be taken into Gaza. While Biden is there, the Israeli army remains on standby. It's another tragedy as painful and difficult to absorb as the mass murder of Israelis in border towns two weeks ago.

It was a matter of walking through pavement puddles, avoiding flooded gutters and getting splashed by passing cars, to reach St Catherine's to celebrate the St Luke's Day Mass with seven others. Then a walk to a busy Chapter Arts for the weekly veggie bag before returning home to cook lunch. Clare was out, leaving a note to say she'd miss the meal, as she was out learning about volunteering at a local charity cafe, and would eat whatever I cooked for supper. I stewed some lentils with onions, and steamed some veggies, and put half of it on a plate for Clare to reheat later.

After lunch, I recorded and then edited next week's Morning Prayer and Audio, having modified the prayers to name Al-Ahli hospital. Then I realised tomorrow's upload is already on YouTube and makes no mention of this, so I recorded the prayers again and edited them into the existing sound file, then re-opened the video slideshow, added the edited soundtrack, and posted the modified version on YouTube. It was possible to do this as I preserve all current work projects just in case a change of this kind is needed. It was a fiddly job to make tomorrow's prayers current, taking me an hour, but hopefully it's worth the effort. At least it helped me to deal with my own shock and distress.

When Clare returned, she went out into the rain again to collect her weekly order from Beanfreaks, then it was my turn to brave the rain and shop for groceries at the Co-op. I couldn't find my new rain trousers but dug out an ancient pair I once used to ski in. I forgot the waistband elastic band no longer effective, and had to remove my trouser belt and use it to hold up both pairs. So annoying! It was gone six by the time I returned to unload the groceries.

In the evening, I got out my ten year old Linux laptop and used it to rip the Daniel Martinez CD into nine separate files, changed the file type and re-ordered the file sequence in Audacity then transferred them to my Windows laptop to edit them with Audacity, to correct the error in the original sound track editing, I mentioned yesterday. Another fiddly, if satisfying job, but not hard to do as I use Audacity regularly, at least once a week. The .ogg files are now on my computer, on Google Drive share with Anto, and on my phone's SD card to take with me everywhere.

Enough mental gymnastics as well as physical exercise for one day. Now to bed.