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Christians, all "religions" should be united for Peace and not allow these young boys to be martyrs for a war that will bring more children to die needlessly! Pray that the Israeli government does not do as they have done so many times before, oppress and kill in the guise of vengeance. Let us pray for all Jews and Arabs, all! If these boys were Palestinian then this post would not find its way out! CUFI is nothing more than some and not all, it is a sad testament to what God desires of us! We are not Muslims and Jews, Christians and Atheists, Mormons and Catholics, Buddhists and Hindis, we are human brothers and sisters!

I know that this may seem like a good thing, Christians United For Israel, but, without them also being united for the Palestinians, for all peoples, then it is nothing more than being sheep in a world of wolves.

I pray that Peace arises from this sorrow, not more of the same lies and power-mongering that brought these boys to their grave to begin with. It is time, past time, to open our eyes to all government and leaders and their despicable calls for war, for vengeance, against others or against even their own! We must be the HUFA, Humankind United For All, not some or a few or those who believe like we, but for all, the collective, bar not one. Now!

I pray...

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© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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