It’s heart-wrenching to see the devastation from these missiles. We intercept as many as we can—but some get through. Rescue teams are digging through rubble across central and southern Israel, racing against time to reach victims. These are moments to stop and pray for Israel.

I know it’s raining. I know it’s cold. I know missiles are reaching even Jerusalem, our undivided capital. It shakes you. It makes you realize: we must win. Free people must stand together. This is a tipping point—bigger than Israel, bigger than Israel and America. This is about the free world. This is our moment.

Shabbat shalom. My heart breaks as I hear sirens and explosions near the Western Wall—the closest place to where our Temple stood, the holiest place for our people, where God placed His name, and right where their “holy al Aqsa mosque” is located. Do the IRGC—the Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps—or their proxies care? They don’t. They seek to maximize civilian injury and death, indifferent of where that happens.

These are times to remain vigilant. They test the resolve of the soldiers and the people of Israel, but we are resilient. We are an eternal people, and we’re not going anywhere. We believe in a new future, one free of jihadism and war in the region.