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December 21, 2012

“He has sent me…




…to proclaim release to the captives
and recovery of sight to the blind
to set free those who are oppressed
to announce the year of the Lord’s favor…

Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”

(Isaiah 61:1 and Luke 4:18)


I received this image as a Christmas greeting from a friend.


The image represents a small crib made out of olive tree, three wise men from the East, and one wise man from Bethlehem. The wise man from Bethlehem, Tawfiq Salsaa carved the crib. At first sight it is just like any other crib of olive tree that are sold by hundreds in the shops of Bethlehem. Nevertheless, there is a small difference. The wise men cannot pay their homage to the Child, because a wall – more precisely: the Wall – separates them from Bethlehem.

At least in our thoughts, and to the extent of a prayer, let us be together with those who, caught between radicalizing doctrines, still keep hope in their hearts. 



Sretan Bozic. Peaceful Holidays.