teveli danieli

The first group of Indian migrants claiming to belong to a lost biblical tribe have arrived in Tel Aviv, as part of an Israeli government relocation programme.

Welcome home! 🇮🇱🇮🇳 A plane carrying 240 new Jewish immigrants from the Bnei Menashe community in India made Aliyah to Israel.

'viongozi' wa tanzania hawana mazoea ya kuhojiwa cuz journalism nchini mwao doesn't actually exist. wamezoea kwenda kwenye 'media' kuzungumza upuuzi w/ no accountability. so, when they meet actual journalists, they get pretty bodied. i fucking love it:

78 YEARS… OR 4,000? Seventy-eight years ago, in 1948, a declaration was signed. A nation was reborn. A flag was raised. A people returned. But if we only see 78 years, we are not seeing clearly. Because this story did not begin in a modern hall of politics… it began under a sky full of stars. “Look up at the sky and count the stars… so shall your offspring be.” (Genesis 15:5) Long before empires rose and fell, God bound a people to a land with covenant language that does not expire. “I will give to you and to your offspring… all the land of Canaan, for an everlasting possession.” (Genesis 17:8) And history pressed hard against that promise. Jerusalem burned. The Temple fell. The people were scattered among the nations. “I will scatter you among the nations…” (Leviticus 26:33) Centuries passed. Kingdoms vanished. Languages died. But something unusual happened. The Jewish people did not disappear… and neither did their language. Hebrew—once the language of Scripture—went silent in daily life, yet it was never lost. Preserved in prayer, preserved in text, preserved in identity. And then, in one of history’s most unlikely revivals, it returned. A spoken language reborn. Children speaking what prophets once wrote. Ancient words living again in modern streets. At the same time, the ground itself began to testify. Archaeology did not erase the past… it confirmed it. Stones unearthed bearing Hebrew inscriptions. Ancient seals, coins, and scrolls tying a people to a place. Layers of history whispering the same story: They were here. Not myth. Not metaphor. Memory etched in stone. And still, the long night of exile stretched on. From Roman roads to European ghettos… from expulsions to pogroms… to the horrors of the Holocaust, it looked as though the promise might finally break. But it didn’t. Because the same God who warned of scattering also promised return. “I will bring them back to the land I gave their ancestors…” (Jeremiah 30:3) Then history turned. On May 14, 1948, David Ben-Gurion declared the rebirth of Israel. Against all odds. Against all precedent. A people returned to their land… speaking their ancient language… rebuilding ancient cities… reviving ancient soil. Amos saw it: “I will plant Israel in their own land, never again to be uprooted…” (Amos 9:15) Ezekiel saw it: “This land that was laid waste has become like the garden of Eden…” (Ezekiel 36:35) This is not merely history. It is continuity. A promise spoken in the ancient world… preserved through exile… confirmed in stone… revived in language… and visible again in our lifetime. As Chuck Missler once said, “The Bible is the only book that stakes its authority on its ability to predict the future.” So what are we witnessing? Not just 78 years. But 4,000 years of covenant… carried through dispersion, preserved through language, confirmed by archaeology, and now unfolding before our eyes. And if God has kept His word this precisely… What does that say about what comes next? Because the story isn’t finished. It’s unfolding, exactly as promised.