Israel my beloved just keeps playing over and over again in my spirit. Immediately upon leaving the airplane upon arrival in Israel the Peace of Israel that all Christians pray for is felt blanketing Israel. The advertisements on the walls of the airport are those of family and children, not the half dressed Calvin Klein images. We landed at the beginning of Shabbat. Shabbat recalls that God created the heavens and earth in six days and on the seventh he rested. America has forgotten to honor God. On the lips of every person is a deep belief and respect for the God of the universe. Such a place to live in where God is lifted up.
My connection with the people was through out gracious guide, the Rabbi who celebrated with songs and blessings of the Shabbat with us and the children who are taught the love of God and Israel who filled the streets during the celebration of the anniversary of the Six Day War. On our way to the tunnel at the Western Wall to pass by the Holy of Holies, the old Rabbis looking like something out of the days of Jesus sang prayers in worship and thanksgiving for the victory of the Six Day War. The holiness of that worship made one want to lay on their face before the Lord and worship. As I stayed in Israel, the peace of God so permeated me, all fears were swept away. I felt I was where I should be and the hardest part was leaving.
Jordan, however, seemed almost the opposite of Israel. There was a very real and present danger there, but at the same time Jesus had taken us there to see in our spirits a place he is permeating through us. I felt the key to Jordan was in the Bedouin people. A people I felt trodden down by their own people. Little in their eyes as the lowest of society. The times are hardest for them. Progression of a modern way of life has made their ancient ways of living more difficult. I see a harvest in them. The Bedouins cross the border into the outskirts of Israel making them accessible in a safer area and from whom the gospel can flow over the border. Children and still children and they were beautiful children of the Bedouins selling their necklaces.
I think also that the blindness is beginning to lift in Israel. That God is wanting laborers in Israel for there are souls that will believe. I hear a calling on me. God put it on my heart to come home and begin to study Israel and the Hebrew language. I believe I will be going back, this time for ministry. Just watch, I know when I hear God.
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From one who went with you to Israel.
Israel my beloved just keeps playing over and over again in my spirit. Immediately upon leaving the airplane upon arrival in Israel the Peace of Israel that all Christians pray for is felt blanketing Israel. The advertisements on the walls of the airport are those of family and children, not the half dressed Calvin Klein images. We landed at the beginning of Shabbat. Shabbat recalls that God created the heavens and earth in six days and on the seventh he rested. America has forgotten to honor God. On the lips of every person is a deep belief and respect for the God of the universe. Such a place to live in where God is lifted up.
My connection with the people was through out gracious guide, the Rabbi who celebrated with songs and blessings of the Shabbat with us and the children who are taught the love of God and Israel who filled the streets during the celebration of the anniversary of the Six Day War. On our way to the tunnel at the Western Wall to pass by the Holy of Holies, the old Rabbis looking like something out of the days of Jesus sang prayers in worship and thanksgiving for the victory of the Six Day War. The holiness of that worship made one want to lay on their face before the Lord and worship. As I stayed in Israel, the peace of God so permeated me, all fears were swept away. I felt I was where I should be and the hardest part was leaving.
Jordan, however, seemed almost the opposite of Israel. There was a very real and present danger there, but at the same time Jesus had taken us there to see in our spirits a place he is permeating through us. I felt the key to Jordan was in the Bedouin people. A people I felt trodden down by their own people. Little in their eyes as the lowest of society. The times are hardest for them. Progression of a modern way of life has made their ancient ways of living more difficult. I see a harvest in them. The Bedouins cross the border into the outskirts of Israel making them accessible in a safer area and from whom the gospel can flow over the border. Children and still children and they were beautiful children of the Bedouins selling their necklaces.
I think also that the blindness is beginning to lift in Israel. That God is wanting laborers in Israel for there are souls that will believe. I hear a calling on me. God put it on my heart to come home and begin to study Israel and the Hebrew language. I believe I will be going back, this time for ministry. Just watch, I know when I hear God.
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Joan Ottulich