During World War II, a German church stood near a set of railroad tracks. Every Sunday morning, the congregation gathered to worship. But as they sang, a horrifying sound began to echo from outside. Trains packed with Jewish men, women, and children were rolling past on their way to concentration camps. From inside the cattle cars, the prisoners cried out for water and screamed for mercy. The church members could hear them clearly. Instead of stopping the service to help, the church leadership gave a chilling command: "Sing a little louder." They raised their voices and played the organ harder, using their hymns to drown out the cries of the suffering until the train passed. This story, recorded by author Penny Lea, is a devastating critique of what happens when religious ritual replaces actual righteousness. It is a modern echo of the Parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10:25-37). When Jesus defined what it truly means to "love thy neighbor," He explicitly exposed how religious leadership often acts. Both the priest and the Levite,consumed by their religious duties and maintaining their comfort,walked right past the bleeding, dying man on the side of the road. They went on with their business, ignoring the one who needed help. Instead the least expected to help did, therefore fulfilling God’s command. So who loved thy neighbor and who fulfilled the Torah ? Like those religious leaders, this Christian church at the tracks chose ritual over love and rescue. But the Scriptures are clear that true faith requires action: “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute." — Proverbs 31:8 “If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person?" — 1 John 3:17 “I hate, I despise your religious festivals... Away with the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps. But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!" — Amos 5:21, 23-24 Jesus didn't call his followers to drown out the suffering of the world with beautiful music; He called them to cross the road, touch the broken, and defend the helpless. Silence in the face of evil is complicity. May we never be a people who simply sing a little louder. 🎥 Watch the powerful 12-minute short film inspired by this story on the YouTube Short Film Link or check out the KingdomWorks Studios Page. Sing a Little Louder (Persecuted Church) piped.video/ofcs9Y7qL4s?si=RSkO… via @YouTube #Faith #Holocaust #History #Christianity #NeverForget #Justice #GoodSamaritan

25 September 1926 | Polish Jewish woman, Regina Rivka Minc, was born in Łódź. During the war, she was placed in the ghetto until her deportation to Auschwitz in August 1944. Upon arrival, when Dr. Josef Mengele was searching for twins, Regina grabbed her cousin’s hand and declared that they were twins. They were registered in the camp. When the camp was evacuated in mid-January 1945, Regina was forced to walk on the Death March. She reached Ravensbrück where she was liberated. Her cousin perished at Auschwitz. In one of the DP camps, Regina met her future husband Abram Wertzhaizer-Vered. They married in Germany and in September 1948 in Kassel Regina gave birth to her son Arie. In March 1949 she, her husband, and the baby immigrated to Israel from Bari Italy. Regina gave birth to her daughter Hedva in 1953. Regina Minc Vered passed away in Israel in February 1991.

RT @cwkorn: May their memories forever be a blessing!

אני שולח תנחומים מעומק הלב למשפחותיהם של רס״ר (מיל׳) נדב קלי ורס״ר (מיל׳) אופק מועלם, שנפלו בקרב ברצועת עזה. אני מחבק את המשפחות השכולות בשעה קשה זו ומחזק את לוחמי צה״ל הנלחמים בגבורה למען ביטחון אזרחי מדינת ישראל. יהי זכרם ברוך.

Rainbow over our Sukkot campground tonight. Shabbat shalom. Chag Sukkot Sameach! Happy Sukkot!! ❤️🙏

Around you there are people hurting, don’t turn your back on them. To care, this is what true faith in G-d is all about. And if you are the one who is hurting, G-d is just a prayer away. He loves you deeply. Sending love. 🙏🤍🫂

🇮🇱To everyone. Bonnie has worked tirelessly for Israel. She is a wonderful American 🇺🇸 Sadly her husband passed away after an illness. 🙏💔🙏🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱

The video is the flex. This video showing Israel keeping tally of who left is circulating among our detractors. The tally is easy to reconstruct from the video. The Israeli message is changing. We're looking at you.

Israel is about creativity 😇🙏🤍🇮🇱, besides many other wonderful things. Chag Sukkot Sameach 🕯️🕯️✡️🇮🇱 Credit to: Yanivrokah in Instagram

The day after the towers fell, the city waited for the living. Families were destroyed on the morning of 9/11 because of hatred for America’s greatness. That hatred did not vanish. Remembering what happened — all of it, not only the familiar images — still matters. It is important to remember everything.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ I have reposted the videos, photos, stories of the innocent who died and the first responders, and firefighters who ran toward the fire. What I almost never see is what happened later that same day. And the day after September 11. Hospitals stood ready. Ambulances lined the streets. Emergency rooms stayed empty. The victims NEVER came. In the morning, the city asked volunteers with certain skills to come downtown and help. By late afternoon, the call was canceled. They were no longer needed. Parents flooded the streets to pull their children from schools. Central Park was closed to traffic. Buses and subways stopped. If you did not have a private car, you walked. Survivors from the towers and nearby buildings walked for hours covered with and through ash, trying to get home. Manhattan locked down. For a week, almost no one could enter. If you left, they told you that you might not get back in. Children who went to school in Manhattan but lived in Brooklyn or Queens slept on friends’ floors because their parents could not pick them up. Little kids were told only that “something very bad happened” and that their parents would explain. Older students were told the Twin Towers had been attacked and that their families were coming. Schools closed for the rest of the week. My husband was in Chicago when every plane in the country was ordered to land. He rented a car, drove two days toward New York and then sat for an entire day at the George Washington Bridge while cars were searched. Seats were removed. Security was tight. You could enter Manhattan only if your driver’s license showed a Manhattan address. He got in. His coworkers did not. They slept in Westchester and elsewhere for nearly a week. That morning the sirens never stopped. By afternoon there was an eerie quiet. No more ambulances. People walked the streets holding photographs of husbands, wives, sons, and daughters who had gone to work in the towers, asking anyone if they had seen them. The streets stayed empty for twenty-four hours. The silence was heavy. The truth was settling in: there would be almost no survivors. No one wanted to say it out loud. The aftermath was another shock. A builder later wondered whether concrete elevator shafts instead of sheetrock might have changed the collapse. There were also the uncounted: undocumented workers in restaurants and small shops who never appeared on any official list. On Friday, September 14, at 7 p.m., people came down from their apartments across Manhattan, lit candles on the sidewalk, and stood in silence. Flags hung from the buildings. For a moment the city stood together. A pregnant cousin who lived downtown moved in with a friend and later uptown. There are so many stories that never made the news. The ruins burned into December. Police built a makeshift memorial across from the site. You could visit if you could show you knew someone who died. We took our children. Everyone was quiet. Everyone looked beaten. We knew seven people who never came home. May their memories, and the memory of every person who died that day, be a blessing. America lost its innocence on September 11, 2001. Life has not been the same.

On National Daughters Day I miss Mona Daniella more than ever. We should be celebrating together this day. We used to take Mona to the office on National Daughters Day, and she loved it. I will always love you Monish.💔 Forever26

💔🇮🇱🇺🇦 BREAKING: A 14-year-old Israeli boy was killed after a Russian drone struck his family’s home in central Kyiv on Friday morning, according to Ynet. His mother was wounded in the strike and hospitalized. The drone struck a residential building in Kyiv’s Pecherskyi district, near the Israeli Embassy. The family has requested that the boy’s body be flown to Israel for burial. 🕯️May his memory be a blessing.

Hate disguised by sympathy for Palestinians.

She just justified the “Red Hands” killing of two Israelis in 2000 as “extrajudicial murders of colonizers.” These people are full of hate, and would sink our world into vigilante chaos.

My condolences @blnashusa may his memory be a blessing to you always 💔💔💔💔💔💔🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💔💔💔💔💔💔

Statement from Ambassador Yechiel Leiter (@yechielleiter): This Shabbat, we celebrate the holiday of Sukkot. God commands the people of Israel - ושמחת בחגך - rejoice in your holiday. I look at this commandment of joy, an emotion that should come naturally on a holiday, as a reminder: even when joy isn't the first emotion that we feel, there are still moments of light to look forward to. Even as our family gathered at Neriyah's bedside, riddled with worry, we received a moment of joy - the birth of another granddaughter. And, as we feel the world praying with us for Neriyah's health, I am reminded of another mitzvah for Sukkot - holding the four species of traditional plants together. Just like this commandment is only complete when you hold different elements together as one, making the whole stronger, so do the prayers from around the globe: unifying people from different faiths and circumstances, amplifying the power of every wish and hope for our son's recovery. I wish you and yours a happy Sukkot, and Shabbat shalom 🕯️🕯️

Gaza had some of the most fertile land in the middle east but the Palestinians decided that holding a 70 odd year old grudge was more important than life itself ,one fact though the population has actually increased during the war so where is the genocide seriously where ?

To all my friends the Jews ✡️ May your feast be blessed and joyous 🌿🍋 from the moment you light your candles tonight 🙏 🕯 Chag Sukkot Sameach!🤗🕊🌴

Two IDF soldiers were killed yesterday by the explosion of an IDF drone in the Gaza Strip: Warrant Officer (Res.) Nadav Kelly, 24, from Har Halutz—a fighter in the 7007th Battalion, 16th Brigade—fell in battle in the Gaza Strip. Warrant Officer (Res.) Ofek Moalem, 23, from Jerusalem—a fighter in the 7007th Battalion, 16th Brigade—fell in battle in the Gaza Strip. May their memory be a blessing.