Whose Blood is worth more?

A volley of machine gun fire crackled out over Wellington's Civic Square. It hit me like a hot wind and exploded like white light in my brain. My knees buckled and my head and spine jerked back as it exploded in my chest .

I slumped to the ground amid others collapsing and falling all around me, a total in excess of 800 of us symbolically dead.

The simulated gun fire continued to rattle all around us, confronting the internal silence within as we remembered, and prayed, for those living with the nightly reality of death in both Israel and Gaza.

Unlike them, we rose, symbolizing our hope that the people of Palestine and Israel would rise too. Rise above the madness that is war and realize that in God's eyes, both Palestinian and Israeli blood are of equal value.

(Today I attended a 'Die In' sponsored by the Christians for Justice in Palestine - a very moving event)