HEAR
OH ISRAEL!

THE LORD OUR GOD IS ONE!

HE ALONE IS THE LORD

AND

THERE IS NO OTHER!

A boy is dead because consumate evil chose to raise her sons in hate.

His name was Ilan Halimi and he was murdered by a gang of thugs calling themselves "The Barbarians"; they kidnapped him from the French cell phone store he worked in and tortured him brutally for three weeks, then dumped him barely alive on the side of the road.

He died in the ambulance on the way to hospital.

The kidnappers tormented the family with descriptive phone calls and letters-complete with photos of what they were doing to Ilan (including amputations and other mutilations...); insisted they go to their rabbi for the money to save the young man because they knew all Jews are rich.

He was the same age as Fox.

He died because a mother taught her sons to hate.

Her name was Hagar-the foulest name to ever be uttered, and may it now become known for what it is-the very eptiome of what is evil. She stalks-because she taught her sons to hate-prowling like a filthy lion seeking to steal someone else's dinner-consumate evil, a mother who teaches hate.

Most High, you have shown us the way!

Forgive me my need to see the end of your enemies-that I have turned me mine face away from the compassion and hope you hold for those souls!

But oh Papa, I implore you on behalf of all the Foxs, Ilans, Ashleys, Mirandas(-whose light did not go out on that first Holy Innocents after her death, and this you know, my Lord);

I call on you in the name of the covenant you made with us when first we stood and swore-"As for this house, we will serve only the One!" And have we not, Oh God, each generation in turn, stood before You and sworn the same; as often as out feet have, yes, slipped, when we did reach out to Thee, Oh God, did you not forgive, and accept to uphold us?

Arise now, Oh God, and defend us from those who seek to bar that way before us! Deliver us, Oh Lord, from this unspeakable evil that seeks to cause those of us who chose the straight way grievious pain and suffering before they are winnowed and do see their recompense!

Papa! I know Thou art beside, before, and after, Thy Presence an everlasting sanctuary to a heartbroken mother's shattered soul!

But she is no more Job than I.

RACHEL'S LAMENT-RACHEL'S LAMENT ECHOS, OH ABBA!

I ask you this day Most High to reach down Thy hand, to bend near this mother, and tell her heart there are mothers lamenting her loss this day and until the end of time, that she may find strength in knowing still on this world are there souls who walk in flesh whose hearts are shattered at her horrific loss.

GOD, OH MY FATHER, WHY DO THEY FORSAKE THEE??