The air was crisp and the sun was just rising as a golden eye taking a peek at the residents of the hill country of Bethlehem. From my bed, tucked in the window ledge of the small arabic home, I peered out over the rolling micro-mounts of Palestine. I only had a sheet to cover me during those last six hours and I had been a little cold albeit the middle of June. I rubbed my eyes and recounted the dream which I had awoke from, dropped my feet onto the cold marble floor before making my way to the bathroom. Careful not to use the wrong water, I began the monotonous practice of teeth brushing as my eyes stared into through the wall, past the neighboring houses and back into the dream. God was speaking to me and I was all ears.
I was in Bethel, or Beit-El in Hebrew, meaning House of God (It has kept its distinct name since Jacob laid his head on that ancient rock pillow and stared into the very throne room of God atop the heavenly stair). I had slept that night on a true pillow, and I had most definitely not seen into heaven, but I had seen something that awoke my senses. I had seen a person.
I had come to consciousness in the dream overlooking a wall unmistakably aware that I was in Beit-El. I knew that I had been led to the very place where I now stood with a wall in front of me, and I knew that I was to look over the wall. Peering over I saw a host of pedestrians crowding a street. Amidst the hustle and bustle of people-traffic there was a particular individual shining in gold. Not golden clothing, or weirdly sparkling either, he just appeared to be gold. He stuck out like a mole in a freshly mowed lawn and I knew I had to talk to this man. And that’s when I woke up.
Finishing my teeth and looking into the mirror the dream seemed so vivid and real. I was ecstatic to share with the team and soon the other guys began to stir from their own dreams and with excitement my extroverted personality took over. Before long the house was abuzz with fresh anticipation for the day. There was a divine expectation taking form and hope was glistening upon the cerebral heart of the team.
The night before we had had a meeting and picked our partners and discussed where we felt led to go the next day. Months prior in a prayer meeting Bethel had been highlighted on the map to our team. My partner and I both We were going to do what we call a Matthew 10. Very simply, in Matthew 10 Jesus sends His disciples out into towns and cities of Israel to preach the Gospel of the Kingdom.
“These twelve Jesus sent out after instructing them: “Do not go in the way of the Gentiles, and do not enter any city of the Samaritans; 6but rather go to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. 7“And as you go, preach, saying, ‘The kingdom of heaven is at hand.’ 8“Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons. Freely you received, freely give… 11“And whatever city or village you enter, inquire who is worthy in it, and stay at his house until you leave that city. 12“As you enter the house, give it your greeting. 13“If the house is worthy, give it your blessing of peace. But if it is not worthy, take back your blessing of peace. 14“Whoever does not receive you, nor heed your words, as you go out of that house or that city, shake the dust off your feet. 15“Truly I say to you, it will be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment than for that city.”
And that’s what we were doing… repeating His instructions in the very land He had roamed with His apostles some two-thousand years ago. This was my first time in Israel… this was my first time to speak to the people of the cevenant… this was the first time I was even attempting to do a Matthew 10. You might call me naiéve and you’d be right. Fortunate for my small thirty year old mind, Jesus has chosen the foolish things to shame the wise (1 Cor. 1:27).
My partner was a several month old friend who was as sharp as a bedouin’s sword, and as blunt as an irishman’s club. I was very glad that he was my partner. The day before he had asked a German man on the bus in Jerusalem, “What do you think it was that led your people to agree to the mass genocide of the Jews?” The German traveler, who had walked from Germany to Jerusalem to find out the answer to this very question, was stunned at the candor of my friend. Despite him basically stumbling off of the bus and running away, their conversation ended ok.
My partner was uniquely excited that I had the dream and soon we were all headed out the door to catch the 8:15 bus to Jerusalem. The bus seemed to be running late as usual, yet soon it crested the hill that comes from Bethlehem and was roaring towards us, its air-brakes hissing. As is the normal procedure we stood at the curb waiting for it to stop as it had done the days prior. But, as he neared it became obvious that he had no intention of normal procedure that day and without a second glance at the six americans standing non-inconspicuously at the only bus stop in sight, he zoomed past with us waving our arms wildly. What in the world?! Why didn’t he stop? I wondered. My very next thought was I have to get to Bethel! This is ruining everything!
All of us surprised at what had just happened, our team leader made an unforgettable decision. “I’d like to talk to you guys about something anyway,” he said “Let’s all open our Bibles to Deuteronomy 30 while we are waiting.” As we waited, the conversation for the next 30 minutes revolved around the subject of the restoration of Israel and what it looks like when God Himself restores His chosen to their land. Needless to say, as we stood in the Palestinian streets just shy of where the Lord Himself was born, it was easily discernable that what we were seeing in Israel was not that. Before long the next bus came and without a single qualm his bus hissed to a stop to pick up the six americans standing non-inconspicuously at the only bus stop in sight.
The ride into Jerusalem usually takes about forty-five minutes to an hour even though though it is only five miles away. You have to first pass through a checkpoint going from Palestinian territory into Israeli, and then pass through a tunnel burrowed into the main mountain dividing Bethlehem and the city of the great King. I could never help thinking about that fact that Jesus would’ve skirted these hills himself on the back of a donkey––not once, but twice! First, in the womb of his mother, and secondly in the triumphal entry. We descended the final hill making the one hundred-eighty degree turn to join the main traffic heading that direction. And that’s when we saw the gridlocked traffic.
I moaned internally You’ve got to be kidding me! How in the world am I ever going to get to Bethel? The devil is trying to stop me! We soon learned that there was a wreck inside the tunnel leading to Jerusalem which had in turn shut the whole tunnel down until further notice. I was incredibly frustrated inside since this had been the second delay already in our journey towards Bethel. Yet, as the traffic started slowly creeping through the tunnel my partner began talking about the issue of death before resurrection. We opened our bibles in the conversation and began discussing Ezekiel thirty-seven’s valley of dry bones. The conversation was clear in that the the restoration of Israel talked about in thirty-six, was performed by the catalyst of the resurrection in thirty-seven. This all radically connected to our talk earlier that morning regardin Deuteronomy 30. In that conversation my spirits were again lifted and I heard the Holy Spirit clearly say, “I have orchestrated everything perfectly today. Be at rest.” From that moment on I had a different mentality about what was happening and a growing confidence that YHWH was on my side… nothing could make His plan fail, in fact, these two apparent mistakes had been ordained by His very own hand.
When we finally got into Jerusalem and took the overground train to the main bus station it was past eleven o’ clock. My partner and I had such an overwhelming peace from the Lord after I shared with him what the Holy Spirit had spoke that we decided to let the day just play our normally and allow God to lead us. We surrendered the day to God. At that moment we realized we were hungry, so we decided to take a break and casually eat some shwarma before heading towards Bethel. We even took our time, and I think I had a coke which I never do, before checking the bus times. Truly, we felt free in Christ Jesus and confidence in His ability to perform His will.
When we entered the bus station we couldn’t find the ticket counter and so we stopped a young Israeli man wearing army fatigues. He kindly pointed us towards the counter where we bought our tickets. As we went back to get in the correct bus line the same man we had spoken to was there waiting as well. His name was “Hi” which felt welcoming and a boldness rose up in my friend and I to speak to him about Jesus being the Messiah of Israel. We probably had close to a half hour exhilarating conversation with Hi before it was time for his bus to leave. We gave him all that we had leading from the passover to the crucifixion and he was as wide eyed as a wildebeast in a spotlight. My partner was so bold in regards to the crucifixion and talked about how he and his sin had crucified the Messiah of Israel. The conversation went so well that we actually thought we might ought to go somewhere and finish the gospel with him and he could potentially be baptized that very day. However, his bus was about to leave and I felt the Holy Spirit say “I will take it from here.” So, we gave Hi a Hebrew New Testament. His final words to us were, “I have so much time on the base to read, I will read every single word of this book.” He thanked us and got on his bus never to be seen by us again.
With the adrenaline of such success in the gospel, since this was an odd happening indeed within the boundaries of Israel, we got on our bus ready to preach the whole bus to repentance in Christ Jesus. We divided up with my partner taking the back and me sitting in the middle thinking the whole bus would be saved on this journey… (insert record scratching noise). The next ninety minutes danced between clear frustration and faces of just shut up already! as there was a total and complete rejection of the gospel by the people we spoke to. I went ahead and moved to a seat where my partner and I met back up. “How was it?” I asked him. “Horrible,” he said, “The guy just turned his head away from me in the middle of talking and closed his eyes.” My experience was similar and we kind of laughed it off. We were affected, but not deterred. Just then we entered through the checkpoint leading into Bethel.
Suddenly we were overwhelmingly dumbstruck with reality–– We had never been here before! We had no idea where we were, or where to go in this city. The puzzled look on both of our faces was a very clear “Oh Crap!” moment. We went to the front of the bus to try and ask some questions to the driver.
Earlier that morning when I had shared the dream, our team leader who had been to Bethel before said that he remembered a tall prayer tower and that maybe we should try that location to see if it fit the description with the dream. That was all we had to go on! Now we were trying to explain in English to a Hebrew bus driver what we were looking for. As the bus swerved and jerked we were thrown around a little trying to stand in the front of the bus and communicate our point. The other passengers became curious as to what we were asking about but no one understood what we were saying. Tower is probably not a easily distinguishable word in english. The bus driver then shouted back to the other passengers something in Hebrew as he came to a stop. We were caught off guard when a woman just behind us suddenly began shouting at us in in thick Hebrew accented English, “Here! Here! Get off now! You need to get off right here!” as she frantically pointed outside. Before the bus driver closed the doors we just hopped out not even thinking.
As the bus disappeared in the distance we very quickly realized we were not in the right place. There was a tall building to the left and we thought that this lady must’ve mistakenly thought we were talking about it. Moreover, there was not a single soul anywhere to be seen. It was as if Bethel was a ghost town or we were in a weird sci-fi novel. There was literally not a single soul in sight. But, since the building to our right was tall we decided to just go towards it. We trotted down some stairs that led its direction and then I noticed something. In front of us was a wall. “Hey,” I said to my partner, “That looks like the wall in my dream.” He looked at me with sincere surprise and said, “Well, let’s look over it.” With eager expectation of what was just on the other side of the wall we walked down and peered over (insert second record scratch sound with strong echo reverb). Just over the wall was nothing but an empty alleyway and the only living thing there was a cat digging in a trash can. My heart sank.
I looked at my partner and both of us had no idea what to do next. We were standing at the end of a street lined with newly built jewish homes. There was not a living thing visible and part of me began to wonder if we should preach the gospel to that trash-digging cat! Feeling a little hopeless my friend suggested that we walk down the empty street. Oddly I felt that he was wrong and that we should go the other way, but I just went with it. The sun was beaming now and it must’ve been around one o’clock. Lord, you must have a plan I thought. Here we are, in the middle of a city we’ve never been to. You gave me a dream last night about being here, we found the wall, and the golden person that should have been there has turned into a black cat! Witchcraft is happening!!!
Just then a car turned onto the street and came towards us. My heart lept! Since we were the only people on the street it seemed an odd game of chicken as we were walking right down the middle. I can imagine what the driver must’ve been thinking. Here are two, very obvious gentiles, lost and out of place, walking down the middle of their street. I’m sure our eyebrows raised and the corners of our lips went up as she came near, and then just as quickly dropped as the car passed us. However, she then turned around and pulled in front of the house directly opposite where we were standing. An orthodox jewish lady got out of the car, of which we knew we were not allowed to speak to, and went up the small stairway that led to their flat. Not a word or glance from her, I got that sinking feeling again.
Suddenly, the door smashed open and a tall dark haired ultra orthodox jew with glasses descended the stairs and opened the car trunk. We stood in awe… he appeared to me to be shining gold. You could tell he was half trying to not overtly figure us out, but was also very interested in what these two men were doing outside his house. After digging around in his trunk he finally looked at us with a certain concern. How conspicuous we must’ve seemed… but his look also contained intrigue. Two white americans standing on his doorstep! “Um… excuse me, do you speak english,” I asked him. “Yes. What are you doing here?” he responded in a distinct Hebrew accent. “Um… we are looking for a prayer tower…” I managed to utter, “we believe Hashem has sent us here” hoping to at least give a credible enough response to keep the conversation going. “Oh, you’re not even near there!!” he said. “It’s about a thirty minute walk that way,” and he pointed down the street the direction we had come. He then tried to explain to us how to walk there which ended in him just saying, “You know what? I’ll just take you. Let me just finish taking these groceries into the house.” (Insert blaring warning sound) “Carry the groceries for him!” the Holy Spirit was shouting inside of me. “Here, let us help you with that,” me and my partner almost said simultaneously. We then followed him up the ten stairs and were welcomed straight into his house.
Walking into his house was like reliving a dream. The first things that caught my attention in the humble jewish home was an entire wall lined with black books in a prestigious wood book shelf. I quickly understood they were all rabbinic writings on the Tanakh. We weren’t inside the home of just any man––this man was exceptionally well read and educated in Judaism. However, it was not intimidating in the slightest, it was exciting. I knew the Holy Spirit had ordained this setting perfectly and now we just needed to let him lead. “Do you want a glass of water?” he said, after telling us his name was Nathaniel. When he said that I knew that we were inside the home of a real person of peace, just like Jesus says in the Gospel of Luke. I don’t even remembering responding and I can’t imagine what I might have looked like to him. Here we were, two gentiles, inside the house of an orthodox jewish scholar in the city of Bethel. And while we were in his house, we were also in the House of God. How ironic.
Nathaniel showed us his bookshelf and commented a little on it. He also showed us the scraped off rectangle near the door and explained to us that every jewish person had this in their homes as a sign that the temple will be rebuilt. I was internally combusting with emotions I had never felt as I conversed with him. Finally, he turned to us again and said, “So what exactly are you doing here?” I took advantage of his question and I told him the truth. “Nathaniel, we believe Hashem has sent us here today. We would like to talk with you about the Scriptures. Do you have time to speak with us?” “That’s funny,” he said. “Maybe Hashem has sent you here! I am the only person in all of this area that I know speaks english, and you just happened to come to my house!” With this word I was boiling on the inside with expectation, but what he said next stunned me. “Every morning I go into Jerusalem for work, but this morning I woke up and thought to myself ‘I’m going to take the day off today!’ So, I usually would not be here now, but today I can sit down and talk with you about the Scriptures.”
I think I was about to just burst into tears and didn’t know what to say at this point. He motioned for us to sit down at his table where we had sat the groceries. He said, “Do you have your bibles?” to which we heartily responded, “Yes, of course.” It was odd to me that he even knew we called it the bible, and yet this whole situation was so dumbfounding that I felt like a child playing hide and go seek with my father. He knew where everything was and I was just trying to find Him. The next thing that happened still sticks in my mind as the most amazing thing I have ever heard or witnessed.
Looking directly at us he said, “Would you mind opening your bible to Deuteronomy 30?” I melted in that chair right there. I was as a blob of putty in the hands of God, wanting to shout and scream out loud, “The God of Israel is alive and has ordained everything perfectly!” As I was marveling at the impossibility of him wanting to talk to us about the very passage we had read that morning as we waited for the bus we had missed, it became clear that Nathaniel thought Hashem had sent us to him that he might correct us regarding our beliefs, and possibly be evangelized to judaism.
We talked about this passage in detail and the rich conversation cannot be put into words here. Suffice to say that he did not feel that he had convinced us of Israel’s current restoration, and that he also seemed as if he wasn’t convinced himself as well. My partner in this stage was so precise with his words concerning the restoration of Israel. “Nathaniel,” he said, “Do you really believe that the whole nation has returned the Lord as the passage says here.” Nathiniel reeled from the simple assessment of things. “No,” he said, “Over half of our nation is now secular,” he told us truthfully. But flipping through the pages of his Tanakh he came to his next point.
“But even if the nation isn’t fully turning back to Him… Well, look at Ezekiel 36.” That’s when my jaw literally dropped off of my face… and I looked at my partner who kept asking him superb questions in a very non-threatening way, who mirrored my expression. This was his chapter preceding the resurrection of Israel described in Ezekiel 37 which we had again discussed in the bus while we were waiting for the wreck to be cleared. God had prepared us with perfect words and insight directly from His Scriptures that very morning through the very events which I had thought were hindering our journey.
Our conversation went on for about an hour with his children slowly trickling in from school one by one, all of them with the tassels under their shirts and the slim locks of curled hair framing their faces. This was a quintessential ultra orthodox jewish family–– and gentiles were sitting at their table discussing their Scriptures! The children, although puzzled at who we could be, were not shy and several times they were climbing on their father in frenzied play.
The feeling I was experiencing seemed to be a mixture of total euphoria meddled with a creeping sour stomach. The whole situation was remarkable. Nathaniel was such a likable guy. We were able to talk upfront and honestly to him… however, in the midst of such beautiful, exciting, and exhillirating things,
“the word of the LORD came to me, saying, 2“Son of man, speak to the sons of your people and say to them, ‘If I bring a sword upon a land, and the people of the land take one man from among them and make him their watchman, 3and he sees the sword coming upon the land and blows on the trumpet and warns the people, 4then he who hears the sound of the trumpet and does not take warning, and a sword comes and takes him away, his blood will be on his own head,” (Ez. 33:2-4).
I had a distinct sobriety that these feelings were good, and the Lord loved them, but this conversation was meant to go much deeper. The Holy Spirit said that we must warn this man regarding the coming of Jacob’s Trouble. I was to to sound the alarm as the watchman does in Ezekiel 33. Just as I asked Nathaniel if he was familiar Jeremiah 30 and the topic of Jacob’s Trouble, his wife shouted something in Hebrew from the kitchen area. Suddenly it seemed things became chaotic in the house. The kids were frantic, and his wife was displeased. We realized that they were about to eat, and it is not kosher for them to eat with gentiles, so Nathaniel told us that we needed to go. No! We are losing our chance here… I thought …we can’t leave! But, there was nothing I could do. He stood up to grab his keys, keeping his promise to take us to the tower. I looked at the grocery bags sitting on the table next to me, slipped something under them unseen, and we walked out the door.
As we descended those ten steps the Holy Spirit spoke the clearest phrase to me, “You have four minutes, preach Christ Crucified unashamedly!” We got into his compact car with me riding in the front. The ride was an acute four minutes, and I went for the jugular. “Nathaniel, we are Christians and we believe that Yeshua is the true Messiah of Israel.” And the mention of Jesus’ name he cursed his name with the hebrew acronym of ‘let his name forever be accursed.'” I didn’t skip a beat but vulnerably shared my testimony with him, “I believe this because when I was twelve years ago Yeshua appeared to me and I saw Him hanging on the Cross, and I was also hanging on the cross with Him. He showed me who He is and I know that the Scriptures also confirm that He is the true Messiah of Israel.” At this Nathaniel stopped. “Only prophets have experiences like that,” he said. “Hashem only gives things like this to prophets.” I now wish I could’ve taken advantage of him saying that but in the moment I didn’t realize how significant what he was saying was. In effect, he confessed with his own mouth that Hashem had spoken to me a gentile.
I tried to get through to Christ Crucified and that the passover had prophesied of atonement and that people were saved through the sacrifice of a blameless lamb. In the four minutes I must’ve been talking as fast as a bullet train. He finally interrupted me as we pulled up to the prayer tower, “You said you would tell me of this Jacob’s Trouble.” A bomb went off inside of me in that very instant and I blurted out, “Nathaniel… Jacob’s Trouble isn’t a story or fairytale, it is near, it is on the horizon!”
When I said these words I erupted in uncontrollable weeping, half-screaming and groaning right there in the front seat of his car. It was something I have never experienced, and the only word I can use to describe it is travail– I was literally making noises as a woman in labor with my head in my lap. Internally the Lord was thundering a phrase over and over, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem… how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings…” As I drowned there in my own tears I could hear Nathaniel asking my friend, “What is happening? What is wrong with him?” My partner responded simply, “I think he’s crying. I think God is moving on him.”
What was happening to me was so intense that I wanted it to stop so that he wouldn’t feel so embarrassed. I now regret this and wish that I could’ve just stayed there with the Lord weeping and weeping for hours. Here it only lasted for a couple minutes before I looked up and directly into Nathaniel’s deer in the headlight eyes blurted out what was roaring in my mind. “Nathaniel, Hashem has longed to gather you as a hen gathers her chicks, but you are a stubborn and obstinate people!”
I had not intended to say this at all and it is the only time in my life that I can really say I think the Holy Spirit took control of my tongue in that moment.
Nathaniel looked at me in total disbelief. I had just quoted to him a line from Ezekiel 2:4 that I was not previously familiar with. “I am sending you to them who are stubborn and obstinate children, and you shall say to them, ‘Thus says the Lord GOD.’ Isaiah also uses this same language once, saying, “For I know how stubborn and obstinate you are. Your necks are as unbending as iron. Your heads are as hard as bronze.” The look in Nathaniel’s eyes told me that he was familiar with the passages I was quoting, and he was keenly aware that they were not presenting his people in a positive light.
This is why the Holy Spirit is able to perform tasks far beyond our imagination. If I was jewish and a gentile was in the front seat of my car telling me that, I would’ve probably punched him! But something amazing happened in that moment… something that only God could’ve done. Nathaniel’s heart softened.
The only way that I can describe what happened next is that it was like a veil that covered Nathaniel’s eyes was drawn back. He was puzzled. There is a gentile in his car that has had experiences that only God gives to prophets. The gentile just erupted into an uncontrollable weeping and groaning. The gentile just quoted to him scripture from the prophets. The gentile is prophesying that judgment is coming to Israel.
It is my belief that Nathaniel knew he was witnessing the Ruach Ha Kodesh upon a gentile and he didn’t understand how this was possible.
For about five minutes God opened a window of mercy for me to go from the passover to the Cross, talking about how Hashem had hidden the crucifixion of the Messiah in His wisdom. I said things that could’ve never come from my own mind, and used analogies that I had never thought of, and it seemed to possibly be going into his heart. He just looked at me with mouth partly agape at this stage and let me talk through the whole thing. And then something happened that still brings me to tears. As the last act of a play closes, the curtain was slowly drawn back over his eyes. He looked at me and said, “I want you to get out of my car now… I have to leave.” We gave one last stab wanting to leave him with something tangible. We told him that he would see three things in the future. One, a man who was not the Messiah would bring peace in Jerusalem between arab and jew. Two, the third temple would be built in Jerusalem. Three, this false Messiah would stand up in the temple declaring himself to be YHWH. We told him that when he saw these things happening to flee from Israel. He looked at us with such great confidence and said, “I am a settler here. I will never leave.”
I stumbled out of his car feeling heavier than I ever had in my life. I felt like my blood was syrup and my bones iron. I wanted to collapse on the ground and just cry. His car pulled away from us and we just watched as he left. Suddenly, his car made a loop and came back our direction. “What in the world?!” I thought. He pulled up next us and I thought that this was it, he was going to give his life to Jesus. “When you leave…” he said, and proceeded to give us directions to how to take the bus. Without giving us a chance to respond he pulled away again.
My partner and I went up on that prayer tower and I fell to my knees. I did not know what had just happened and every ounce of energy was zapped from my entire being. I just closed my eyes. The prayers I prayed over those next few minutes were those of the desperate sort. We just sat there together wondering what to do, looking into the distance at Ramallah set upon the hill. I knew I had just experienced what God said to Isaiah,
“He said, “Go, and tell this people: ‘Keep on listening, but do not perceive; Keep on looking, but do not understand.’ Render the hearts of this people insensitive, Their ears dull, And their eyes dim, Otherwise they might see with their eyes, Hear with their ears, Understand with their hearts, And return and be healed.”
I knew that I had just witnessed the curses spoken of in Deuteronomy 28 and Leviticus 26. I knew that Nathaniel had been given over to this condition by God Himself, and that it was a judgment against His precious, unfaithful, firstborn people. I was overwhelmed with the grief Paul speaks of in Romans 9. At that very moment I also felt that I could’ve wished myself cut off from Christ for the sake of Nathaniel.
As my friend and I finally prepared to make the journey back to Jerusalem I told him something that he didn’t know. It was the only thing that kept a glimmer of hope in my mind and what still keeps a light at the end of the Nathaniel tunnel in my heart. “You know… when we were sitting in Nathaniel’s house?” I said. “Remember how the grocery bags were sitting on the table?…” he nodded. “…just before we left I slipped a Hebrew Gospel of John underneath them.”
That day ended the way it had began. With everything planned so precisely by the Lord–– from the missed bus, to the blocked tunnel, to meeting Hi in the bus line, to the woman screaming for us to get off the bus, to the particular moment we stood in front of Nathaniel’s house and he walked down the stairs, to the Holy Spirit coming upon me unaware––everything could not have been more perfectly ordained. As I told my friend about leaving the book on his table I heard the Holy Spirit say what He had said earlier with Hi. He said, “I will take it from here…” and there was not a bone in my body that distrusted Him.
Ever since that day when I think about Nathaniel an indescribable peace washes over me. I remember the events of that day and I marvel. I literally came to tears at several points just recalling this story! I stand in awe that God used us that day to do something miraculous. I have a story that literally reads like the book of Acts and no one can take it away from me. I experienced the Bible, the covenant, and the Holy Spirit alive that day as I looked into the eyes of the Holy People and saw their blindness staring back. I understood that if gentiles would understand their place in the story God is willing to go to great lengths to lead you to His people that you might give testimony of Christ and Him crucified. You may be despised in their eyes. They may curse the name of Jesus. But you my friend will be partaking in the storyline of the everlasting gospel, and you might just be provoking His people to jealousy. Let it be. Amen.
I wrote this so that you the reader would be encouraged that the story of the Bible is true. God is on the move and Jesus is truly coming soon. Have faith! Take heart! And as Daniel says, remember, the people that do know their God shall be strong, and do great exploits. Lets have faith for things like this and be available for the Holy Spirit to use us.
The view of the settlements from the tower in Beit-El