It has been two weeks now that we have returned from our Middle East excursion and though my body has long since adjusted, my mind is still recovering from the jet lag of multiple middle-eastern perspectives. Although I visited Israel thirteen years ago, and experienced an amazing renewal of faith, I was excited to go this time in pursuit of the question of how my faith ought to be understood in light of the current political situation. There was a cacophony of competing voices calling me to support “God’s chosen people,” while loving the Palestinian people and to recognize the injustices that have been perpetrated against them. So rather than try to tie my thoughts together neatly to give the impression that I have anything close to a compelling or coherent view, I will express them as they are now situated in my brain, huddled in disjointed clusters waiting for a compassionate cord of continuity.