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Six Days of Miracles – Setting the Record Straight [video]

Sunday, June 5th, 2016

“Who has ever heard of a full-scale regional war beginning on a Monday and ending by Saturday the same week?” asks the book “The Six-Day War Scroll,” published by the Mizrachi World Movement. It was a war where one tiny country of 2.5 million defended itself resoundingly against five neighboring countries with a combined military might of twice the number of soldiers, three times the number of tanks and four times the number of aircraft.

For three nail-biting weeks Israel was facing existential danger where many were imagining a return of the Holocaust, and then, one morning, the country and the nation experienced what could only be described as supernatural redemption, repelling the enemies and returning to ancient Biblical lands, including the holiest site, the Temple Mount in the Old City of Jerusalem.

“Six Days of Miracles” is an uplifting historic short highlighting the miraculous events of the Six Day War and emphasizing the Divine hand orchestrating these remarkable events from behind the scenes, based on the book. The Mizrachi World Movement has partnered with the author of the Hebrew edition Dr. Hagi Ben-Artzi and the Sifriyat Beit El publishing house in bringing this new Hebrew/English edition to the English-speaking world.

The film opens with a thought-provoking quote by Albert Einstein: “There are only two ways to live your life: one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle.” For most Jews, every passing year reveals even more intensely the divine miracles that began with the 1967 war, and are still with us.

JNi.Media

Three War Miracles that Never Happened

Tuesday, August 19th, 2014

Three of the most fantastic stories of miracles the God supposedly performed for Israel in the war on terror in Gaza made the round of social media and several websites, but they are pure fiction.

Social media have given thrill-seekers an instant explosive to set off bombastic headlines written by hasty editors trying to beat the competition and then having to delete the stories when discovering that they never happened.

The most disturbing report occurred before the war and after Hamas terrorists kidnapped three Israeli yeshiva students. Within hours, some idiot spread on “WhatsApp” the fairy tale that the IDF killed the kidnappers south of Hebron and freed the three students, sending thrills of joy to the parents. Shortly afterwards, they had to deal with the bitter truth that their children still were in captivity and their fate was unknown. After more than two weeks of agony, they were found dead.

One of the most fabulous presumed miracles in the war was spread on a couple of websites in Israel and the United States last week, based on a supposed quote from a soldier operating the Iron Dome anti-missile system.

The story, which never happened, was that his team fired an interceptor at an oncoming rocket from Gaza that was headed smack into the Azriella Tower in Tel Aviv. The interceptor missed its mark, and the team fired a second interceptor, which also missed its target.

That is a rare event, but the story gets better – or worse. The soldiers fired a third interceptor, and that one also failed to down the rocket, which momentarily was about to cause a human disaster and blow the high-rise to bits.

Suddenly, God sent a wind, apparently the same one that split the Red Sea in the Exodus from Egypt. The wind miraculously blew the missile out to sea, according to the report.

Believe that one and you will love the second.

A week after a Hamas female suicide terrorist blew herself to pieces along with two Israeli soldiers, a story made the rounds that a greater tragedy was prevented. The woman, so the story goes, actually was a Jew who had married an Arab in Gaza.

When an Israeli soldier saw her about to blow up a suicide vest and take a few soldiers with her, he yelled out loud “Shema Yisrael,” the beginning of the prayer Jews recite when facing certain death. The woman, being a Jew, heard the ”Shema Yisrael” and, knowing the power of prayer, fled the scene, leaving the vest behind.

The third take is the best of all and allegedly was told on a Haredi radio station.

Haredi Jews in Bnei Brak supposedly were looking for wheat that they could harvest before next Pesach and use for a matzo factory.

They for looking for wheat so early because next year on the Hebrew calendar is a year of “Shmittah,” which falls every seven years and when the land is to rest. Haredi Jews who maintain a strict view on observing the limitation of work during Shmittah, such as not irrigating Jewish-owned fields, were looking for wheat that was planted last in the season but was irrigated with late rains, allowing it to grow and be ready for harvest before the new year begins late next month.

Quoting a rabbi, the report stated that the Haredim “found an entire field sown in mid-January, which was considered very unusual.” The supposed field was located ay Kibbutz Sufa, next to the Gaza border.

“We ran into military police, as well as undercover and regular police who came to check out who we were,” according to the report’s quote of the rabbi who led the search for the wheat field. While sirens were blaring and bombs and rockets were falling, the holy team from Bnei Break was “busy harvesting and transferring the wheat to trucks and moving them towards the cleaning plant.”

And now the clincher.

“Two days later, 13 terrorists came from Gaza out from the tunnel which opened into the fields near Sufa,” the report stated.. “The terrorists had been planning a big attack, and had been counting on hiding among Sufa’s giant wheat field, which the matzo makers had just chopped down in its entirety. The terrorists couldn’t understand how their camouflage had disappeared.

“The empty field enabled military observers to easily spot and identify the terrorists and open fire on them. Many Jewish lives were thus saved by the grace of Heaven.”

The real truth is that similar to the Six-Day War in 1967, there were indeed miracles in the war, despite the deaths of 64 soldiers and three civilians.

The miracles are there, All one has to do is to realize that God created the same man who created the Iron Dome and that there was no need for a miracle wind.

Tzvi Ben-Gedalyahu

For the Miracles, Thank You

Wednesday, December 12th, 2012

Our Sages teach that when Chanukah comes around, we are to thank Hashem, not only for the miracles that He performed for us in Israel long ago, but also for the miracles which He performs for us today. So, with your permission, I want to take this opportunity to thank Hashem for all of the uncountable miracles He has done for me and for the Jewish people in our time. Here are but a few.

First of all, thank you, Abba, for my life. After all, life is a miracle too. Some people think that life is coming to them, that it is some kind of automatic gift, that it’s theirs and theirs alone, and no thanks are needed. But, in truth, every second of life is a miracle. We don’t empower ourselves. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a gift from God. Seeing is a miracle. Hearing is a miracle. Put an eye on a table and it won’t see a thing. Without God’s gift of our souls, our eyes couldn’t see, our ears couldn’t hear, and we wouldn’t be able to think or walk or talk at all. It’s all a miracle! So thank you Abba for the miracle of life.

Thank you, Abba, for letting me know You are there. For almost 30 years, I didn’t know. I went about like a zombie without paying any attention. Then after I searched and searched for the Truth of life, trying everything there was to try, and doing everything there was to do, You revealed Yourself to me on a beach in California, and let me know that You are everything, hiding behind the movie set of this world, the Director of Directors.

Thank you, Abba, for the miracle of letting me realize that the Torah is true. So many people don’t realize it, especially in Hollywood where I was living when You came into my life. And thank you for opening my eyes to understand that its teachings are eternal and apply to our times as well, like a living Constitution for our lives, in each and every detail.

Thank you, Abba, for the miracle of understanding that a Jew is supposed to live in the Land of the Jews, our special Holy Land, the Land that you bequeathed to our Forefathers and all the Jewish People for all time, and not live in foreign gentile lands, with foreign languages and foreign customs, trying our hardest to be like everyone else instead of being our own proud and holy Israelite Nation in our Biblical Homeland. Why is this a miracle? Because so many of our brethren live in darkness, not understanding this great commandment of the Torah, and feeling perfectly content to live in other people’s lands, tragically missing out living the very heart and goal of the Torah, the establishment of Your holy Torah Kingdom in the Land of Israel.

Thank you, Abba, for the miracle of Medinat Yisrael, the State of Israel, and for the miraculous opportunity of returning to our Land after 2000 years of wandering and suffering in alien lands, lands of persecution and assimilation that have devoured the remnants of our People, leaving us so small in number, and now, You have miraculously answered 2000 years of yearning and prayers to return to Zion.

And, thank you, Abba, not only for the miracle of our own Jewish State, but also for the miracle of realizing how much I must thank you for it, for tragically there are many who have been blinded by the darkness of exile, and they don’t see the great light, and the great obligation to thank you for this incredible miracle and kindness.

And, thank you, Abba, for putting in my heart the flame to come to Israel, and the courage to leave everything behind, family, country of birth, a successful career, sports car, famous friends, the possibility of seeing my face on People Magazine and Good Morning America.

Thank you for the miracle of health, for healing me of a chronic illness in a miraculous fashion, without medicine or surgical intervention in answer to my fervent prayers, after I threw my cortisone pills into the Pacific Ocean and relied on Your salvation alone.

Thank you for the miracle of allowing me to use the talents You gave me in the service of Am Yisrael, to help spread the truth of Your Torah, and the importance of living a holy life in Israel, as it says over and over again in the Torah itself, in the words of our Prophets, and in the teachings of our great holy Sages.

Thank you, Abba, for the miracle of my Jewish wife and Jewish children, and from having watched over me all those dark years in America when I could have married a non-Jew, and lost all connection to You completely.

Thank you, Abba, for the miracle that my children grow up speaking Hebrew, and not some foreign gentile language, and for the miracle of their growing up in their own Jewish Land, proud Israeli Jews, without mixed-up dual identities, thinking they belong to some foreign nation, when we are really the Children of Israel, and not Egyptians, or Babylonians, or Romans, or Germans, or proud Americans waving the Stars and Stripes on the Fourth of July and thinking that George Washington was our founding father.

Thank you, Abba, for providing us with the Israel Defense Forces, and all of our victories over our enemies today, like in the days of the Maccabees, and for letting me understand the supreme mitzvah of serving in our army, and for allowing me to recognize the miracles you have done for us in our wars, not like those who think it was our military power alone that saved us, or those who foolishly claim that prayer and Torah are all that we need, and who don’t want to admit that their throats would be slit by the bloodthirsty hordes of Ishmaelites who would pounce on Mea Shaarim in five minutes if not for the brave holy soldiers of Tzahal.

Thank you, Abba, for all of your miracles, those that I recognize and those that I don’t, those that You do for me and my family, and those you do for all Clal Yisrael.

May the day come soon when I will merit to witness the greatest miracle of all – when the Jews of America will open their eyes and see the emptiness of Jewish life in a foreign gentile land now that You have renewed true Jewish life in the Land of Israel.

Amen!

Tzvi Fishman

Six Days Of Miracles

Wednesday, May 30th, 2007

On March 21, 1967, terrorists belonging to Yasir Arafat’s Fatah group slipped into Israel from Syria and dynamited a water pump in Kibbutz Misgav Am.

In the overall scheme of things, the action didn’t amount to much. No one was hurt, and it took ten days for anyone to even notice that something had been damaged. If the Palestinians wanted to destroy the Zionist entity one water pump at a time, few in Jerusalem thought it earned a claim on their attention.

The trouble was that one Israeli was outraged. And he just happened to be prime minister.

For most of his career, Levi Eshkol left the risk taking to others. The oft-repeated joke had him unable to decide what to drink, ordering “half coffee, half tea.” He couldn’t even bring himself to assume the office of prime minister without a strong tongue-lashing from David Ben-Gurion.

But even Eshkol had his limits. His military secretary, Yisroel Lior, writes in his memoir that the turning point came in 1966, when a young soldier disappeared along the Syrian border. The pain was deeply etched on Eshkol’s face as the father cried and the mother tearfully described how her son, an only child, came to her every night in her dreams. (The IDF later learned that the soldier was tortured to death.)

By now, Syrian-supported terrorism averaged one attack per day – not including the effort to pump Israel dry by diverting the waters of the Jordan River. The time for “half coffee, half tea” measures was long past. In that atmosphere, a dynamited water pump was as good a reason to strike back as any.

That only left the minor issue of a pretext. So on April 7, 1967, the Israelis sent a heavily armored tractor to work along the Syrian border in full view of UN observers. The Syrians fired on cue, and with that formality out of the way the Israeli Air Force got down to business. The startled Syrians were accustomed to seeing ground fire met only with ground fire. This time, Israeli planes mauled Syrian forces on the ground and shot down six fighter jets – two in the skies over Damascus.

The episode seemed to have the desired effect. Another tractor was sent on April 11; the Syrians didn’t fire a shot. But on May 13, KGB officers in Cairo and Damascus delivered news of a disturbing development along the Golan Heights: The Israelis, they reported, had mobilized for war.

That the Israeli “mobilization” was sheer fantasy has never been disputed. What is less clear is why the Soviets would deceive their allies. Whatever the reason, on May 15, during the Independence Day Parade in Jerusalem, a messenger quietly approached the podium and slipped a piece of paper to Eshkol and Chief of Staff Yitzhak Rabin. Egyptian forces were entering the Sinai Peninsula and heading east.

Gamal Abdel Nasser had an unfortunate penchant for throwing himself into situations he barely understood. The Egyptian dictator entered into a union with Syria in 1958 without ever having set foot in the country. He thrust Egypt into the middle of a civil war in Yemen – though he had to ask the American Embassy in Cairo for literature explaining what sort of country it was.

On May 16, Egypt demanded a partial withdrawal of the United Nations Emergency Force from the Sinai Peninsula. UN Secretary General U Thant stunned the Egyptians by refusing a partial withdrawal, offering afull one instead. Nasser couldn’t be less pro-Egypt than the UN. Egyptian forces replaced UNEF along the border that evening.

The runaway train slowed momentarily as Nasser pondered his next move. Then, on May 22, he declared that “under no circumstances will we allow the Israeli flag to pass through the Aqaba Gulf. The Jews threatened war. We tell them: You are welcome [ahalan wa-sahlan], we are ready for war.”

After the war, in the cheap light of hindsight, the swift Israeli victory seemed a foregone conclusion. Few, however, saw it that way as events unfolded.

Israel was badly outnumbered, but this didn’t even begin to tell the story. Most of the Arab weaponry was the best in the Soviet arsenal, while Israel had to make do with a hodgepodge of outdated and obsolete equipment. A fifth of the air force was comprised of jets designed for training purposes only.

The Arabs held the high ground. And the Jewish state was so small that the map-makers of the world were usually forced to place the word “ISRAEL” far out in the Mediterranean. Israel was nine miles wide at the gut, with no natural obstacle standing between the Arabs and the sea. Because the army was made up of reservists, the economy would shut down unless the war was won quickly.

The only hope was to carry the fight into enemy territory. But substituting offense for defense carried its own set of challenges. Under classic military doctrine, the attacker needs an advantage of at least three to one. Many believe even that isn’t enough.

In short, the Israelis couldn’t give any ground. Many of their troops would be armed with obsolete weapons. They had to fight outnumbered roughly four to one, employing a strategy that required a superiority of at least three to one. They had to fight uphill. And they had to win in less than a month.

The working assumption in Jerusalem was that Eshkol was in way over his head. If the Labor Party hadn’t split in 1965, and if Moshe Dayan hadn’t left with David Ben-Gurion to form the Rafi Party, then the choice of defense minister would have been easy. As it was, Eshkol detested Dayan and wouldn’t hear of appointing him to anything.

After weeks of brutal negotiations, a compromise was reached. Dayan would serve as commander of the Southern Front against Egypt and Yigal Allon, the hero of 1948, would be appointed defense minister.  That evening, Eshkol delivered a speech to a terrified nation.  In an era before word processing, the documents he read from was marked up in numerous places by various hands. Eshkol was already suffering from cataracts, as well as the cancer that would kill him less than two years old.

In the middle of his address, he got stuck on a word, paused, mumbled something, paused again, then stuttered through the rest of the speech. A nation fighting for its life was being led into battle by what appeared to be a feeble old man.

Eshkol never recovered from the political damage he inflicted on himself that evening. His face barely appears in any of the “Album of Victory” books that were published after the war. The Allon deal was finished as well. The public outcry to appoint Dayan defense minister could no longer be ignored.

All of which leaves us with one of the great “what ifs” of history: What if Eshkol had found his inner Churchill that evening? What if Yigal Allon had been defense minister instead of Moshe Dayan?

Allon never made any secret of his belief that Israel should have thrown all the Arabs out of the West Bank. In stark contrast, when Dayan heard on the third day of the war that an Israeli commander had emptied out the Palestinian city of Kalkilya, he went there in his jeep to see to it that the residents were returned to their homes.

Dayan even insisted that compensation be paid to those whose homes were damaged. But for a botched speech, history may not necessarily have been better, though it certainly would have been different.

As for the conflict we know today as the Six-Day War, what is not commonly understood is just how close a shave it was for Israel. Not only were there not enough men and equipment to fight on three fronts simultaneously – there weren’t even enough planes to deal with Egypt alone.

In the initial wave that destroyed the Egyptian air force on the ground, only 12 airfields were hit. A thirteenth base couldn’t be knocked out until planes from the first wave returned to base, refueled and rearmed. The attack on that thirteenth base was considered little more than a suicide mission. Surely the Egyptians would be expecting the attack to come.

And yet, somehow, the Egyptians in the thirteenth base were just as surprised as those in the other 12. Nasser was surrounded by a group of incompetent sycophants. Mahmoud Sidqi Mahmoud was commander of the Egyptian Air Force when the British destroyed it on the ground in 1956. And the same Mahmoud Sidqi Mahmoud was commander of the Egyptian Air Force when the Israelis did the same in 1967.

Still, the situation could have been salvaged. Nasser had only to reach out to the Americans and they would have gladly imposed a cease-fire. Instead, he lashed out at Washington, insisting that it was American, not Israeli, planes that had destroyed his air force.

Then, instead of having his generals dig in until the inevitable UN-imposed cease-fire, he ordered them to retreat.
With practically its entire army engaged in the Sinai, Israel pleaded with Jordan’s King Hussein to stay out of the war. But Jordanian radar had picked up waves of planes heading toward Israel, and the Jordanians mistakenly assumed they were Egyptian fighters on the offensive, not Israeli aircraft returning from their runs over Egypt.

Nasser, meanwhile, phoned Hussein and described stunning victories over the Israelis. Why would he lie to the king? Egyptian Foreign Minister Mahmoud Riad states in his memoirs that the Egyptians mistook jettisoned Israeli fuel tanks for jets they’d shot down.

Raphael Patai, a well-known commentator on Arab culture, probably came closer to the mark. He explained that it is a common practice in the Arab world to state an untruth in a solemn tone in order to save face. The listener ordinarily reads between the lines and understands the subtle message being conveyed.

If the king had spent more of his formative years among the Arabs instead of the British, Patai argued, he would have understood that Nasser’s words were not to be taken literally.

As it turned out, two columns of Jordanian tanks headed west from Jericho with nothing standing between them and Jerusalem. The most the Israelis could muster in defense was a group of Fougas, slow training planes that were each jerry-rigged to carry 12 small rockets. After the war, the plane’s French manufacturer expressed shock that tiny Fougas could even carry weapons. The Jordanians were equally shocked to find out how badly tanks could fare against 12 little rockets.

King Hussein had placed his army under Egyptian command, and it too was ordered to retreat. It is accepted in Israel as an article of faith that Jordanian officers would never have fled without a fight. As it was, the Old City was captured, and the Jewish people finally returned to the Temple Mount.

That left the unfinished business of Syria. Miraculously, the country that had done so much to spark the crisis stayed on the sidelines while the IDF was engaged elsewhere.

As for the Israelis, the battle for the Golan Heights was initially fought over the telephone. The general commanding the sector, David Elazar, wanted to take the Heights and silence Syrian guns once and for all while Dayan was hesitant to press his luck.

If Dayan hadn’t relented on the morning of June 9, 1967, the conflict would have been known as the Four-Day War.

In the two days before the UN imposed a cease-fire, Israeli troops charged up the Heights and across the hilly terrain. Buried underneath one of those hills was the ancient city of Gamla, the regional capital of Judea in the time of the Second Temple. If the war had broken out in August instead of June, the liberation of Gamla would have taken place 1,900 years to the day after it fell to the Romans in 67 C.E.

The diplomatic wrangling began almost from the moment the guns went silent. The French denounced the Israelis as aggressors, employing what one of Nasser’s closest friends called “a cynicism extraordinary even in French diplomatic dealings.”

But Israel was four times larger than it had been a week before. And for the first time since the rule of King Agrippa, the Jews didn’t need permission to pray at the Kotel.

For the Arabs, the Russian deception in May, U Thant’s bizarre offer to withdraw UNEF, and all the other unlikely events that led up to war were evidence of some sort of grand conspiracy. For many Jews, those same events were evidence of a different kind of intervention.

Zerach Warhaftig of the National Religious Party began the June 11 cabinet meeting with the Shehechiyanu blessing. The official Israeli government transcript records that even the atheists present responded “Amen.”

Later, someone opened up the Book of Deuteronomy (Devorim) and noticed something interesting. The State of Israel was founded in 1948, which on the Jewish calendar is the year 5708. If you count the verses in the Torah, the 5,708th reads:

And the Lord shall bring you to the Land that your fathers inherited and you shall inherit it and he shall improve your lives and make you more numerous than your forefathers.

What does the 5,727th verse (corresponding to 1967) say?

And the Lord shall do to them as he did to Sichon and Og, the Kings of Canaan, and to the lands – that he destroyed them.

Uri Kaufman

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