[Editor’s Note- The three following writings are from the founder and director of Tent of Nations, an Ameritus member of the FOTONNA (Friends of Tent of Nations North America) Board of Directors, and a volunteer who served in March at TON (Tent of Nations) in that order. All of these writings are from the Friends of Tent of Nations Newsletter, March 2026. Read to learn more about TON]
Update from Daoud Nassar, Director
The reality at the Tent of Nations is changing rapidly. The
outpost next to the farm continues to expand. Every day, heavy machinery works
directly beside our fence. New facts are being created, and the pressure on the
land and on our presence grows. The new land law they are attempting to
implement threatens to make life even more difficult for many people and may
displace families from the land that has sustained them for generations.
Daoud Nassar
Director, Tent of Nations
-People Building Bridges-
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A Message from the FOTONNA Board of Directors
By Bill Plitt
"Come and see, go and tell" is a Christian phrase
derived from Matthew 28:6-7, where an angel tells women at Jesus' empty tomb to
verify the resurrection ("come and see") and then share the news with
the disciples ("go and tell"). It highlights a two-part mission of
personal experience followed by evangelism.
November 2006 – Interfaith Peace Builder Group Tour to
Israel/Palestine
For many of you, like
myself, who have had the opportunity to travel to the “Holy Land” and ventured
as far as the Tent of Nations/Nassar family farm (TON) just south of Bethlehem,
you may have been startled by the contrast, as I was in 2006, between TON and
the other “holy sites” we had visited. What I saw in the valley below the
100-acre farm, at nearly 3,000 feet and anchored through three generations,
were settlers in small cities. This spoke volumes about the Occupation, which
we had just spent ten days viewing. The family farm, registered in the Nassar
family name nearly a century earlier, served as a portrait. You could see it
all in one painting: guard towers, young Israeli soldiers with M-15’s,
settler-only highways, isolated villages, roads blocking access to the markets
in cities, huge boulders blocking road access to the farm. The scope of it all
was breathtaking.
But what we saw, after trekking some distance on the
boulder-laden dirt road to the farm, was to prove to be a life-changing
experience for me, and perhaps you, too. There were visitors in trees
harvesting olives with such obvious joy that the contrast to the past week of
traveling in the darkness of the Occupation was disruptive to one’s vision; we
could not believe our eyes! Soon, we would join them in the harvest, and later
we would hear the Nassar family story around a delicious meal and a blazing fire
which warmed our tired bodies from the labor and the cold, north-November
winds. Those cold winds were also blowing through the tents where we spent the
night, but we were still savoring what we had experienced that day.
The family story was not one of victimhood, as we had heard
at previous sites, but, instead, it was one of hope. “Loving your neighbors and
refusing to be enemies,” a mantra written in stone at the entrance to the farm,
set the tone for the two days we were there with other internationals. Some of
them had also been smitten and were returning to work on the farm planting
trees. This was a special place, indeed.
But beyond this were the Nassar family members, including three
wonderful children, their parents and uncle and aunt, who themselves were
humble people of the land, faithful in their gift of that land, and dedicated
to non-violence in spite of their forced isolation. Of the twenty-some sites we
had visited over the two weeks we were in Israel/Palestine, the Nassar story
and the farm were the highlights for all of us who had shared this special
moment.
It was so special for
me that for the next 12 years or more, around the fall and winter seasons, I
ran out of steam by sharing my experience with others. I needed to return to
the farm (seven different trips) over those 12 years for renewed doses of hope
in order to continue the journey I had been called to take with friends and
fellow travelers.
Bill Plitt
By Bill Davnie
26 February 2026
This is day 11 of my stay. On arrival I was the eighth
volunteer – seven Dutch, a Canadian, and me. At the moment, we are three Dutch,
the Canadian, and me, with at least one more volunteer coming on Saturday.
Minneapolis
And now for a P.S. – I’m writing this on March 6. Life at Tent of Nations is “a little louder” than when I wrote before – as in emergency alerts on our phones, occasional sirens in the settlements that surround ToN, more planes overhead, and the occasional explosion of generally unknown source and location. We did see some dramatic aerial events on the first day -- but not near us! The farm remains a safe place, and a calm one, where we continue the needed farmwork and provide the protective presence we came to do.
Unfortunately, life in the West Bank has become tougher for Palestinian villages and people, as the Israeli military has increased road closures, arrests of people, issuing of demolition orders, and more, apparently taking advantage of the Iran war dominating the news. Palestinian news says much of that is in the northern West Bank, but our closest village, Nahhalin, has also had a lot of activity, and we are all concerned about what this may mean for the area.




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