A season is set for everything, a time for every experience under heaven…A time for planting and a time for uprooting the planted; A time for slaying and a time for healing…A time for war and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)

Millennia-old words, simple and profound. Fourteen binaries that seem to imply that life is neat and compartmentalized; that for every human experience and emotion, there is a time.

But life in Israel is neither neat nor compartmentalized. It is messy and jumbled, and it can be bewildering. Because in Israel, nothing has its own time.

In Israel farmers at the northern and southern bounds of this country plant, even as their fields are being uprooted. And doctors in the midst of healing are called to war. In Israel, children skip to kindergarten while rockets shriek overhead, and brides twirl encircled........

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