Inside Israel – Come Ride the Bus with Me?


Hi and welcome to a look inside Israel today!  Our Sis in Jerusalem takes us on the bus in this letter .. .always a beautiful experience.  God bless you and thank you for reading and praying for Israel and our sis there! Now, here she is . ..

Greetings dear sisters and brothers, in the midst of such a changing and shaking world…may we be found with His kingdom enlarging itself within us so that we might be ‘hidden in The Rock’ bringing others with us when the time comes. 
May He be glorified and blessed, and may you be blessed!
I grew up riding the NYC subways and the events of the past week caused me to think about them. As I rode to and from work over the past few days, I found myself writing in my head.  I wondered about the people that used to ride those trains when I was young.  I didn’t care about them, I’m sorry to say.  So I took a look around at those riding with me today.  Each one has his own story.  We see people daily on public transportation and then, one day they are gone from our lives.  I looked around the bus yesterday morning and almost laughed out loud.  What a motley bunch of characters ride that 6:30am bus!  I’ve told you before that I felt as if the bus has much more character then the train…and…well…perhaps I should have said many more ‘characters’ as well! 
I smiled as I was greeted by one of my favorite drivers yesterday.  Where most bus drivers set their radio to popular music, this driver plays CLASSICAL music mid-day…very unusual…indeed the only one I know of in the city.  However in the morning he dials his radio to ‘reshet gimmel’, (network 3) the ‘all Israeli nostalgia station’ that plays only old Israeli songs.  They are wonderful and the whole bus taps their feet or sings along.  It can get pretty emotional at times as this bus serves an unusually large number of ‘mentally different’ people.  Some are retarded and some are downs syndrome, but others are just ‘unique’.  They ride out to the neighborhood of Talpiot where they employed in a number of ‘sheltered’ jobs and it is really a very congenial bus…sort of like family.  (you generally don’t get many ‘new’ people on the 6:30am route)  So, what do you do with ‘family’?  You introduce them to people whom you love.  That’s you!  So, let me introduce you to those whom I ride with daily, morning by morning. I warn you…none of them have names.  You will meet them by the character that they openly display in the morning.
You have already met the driver.  He is a burley man, but shy.  Most drivers are rather shy and have A LOT of PATIENCE!  That must be a requirement for driving public transportation here.  In Israeli buses there are many signs.  They are not advertisements but little notices that are mostly ignored.  Right under the sign that says ‘Do NOT put your feet on the seats’ will be someone with their feet on the seats.  The front two seats have a special notice that encourages people to leave those seats for the elderly or infirm.  One sign is taken from the book of Proverbs exhorting people to ‘rise before the grey bearded’.  You will undoubtedly find young people sitting here.  BUT…Some older people (or infirm) (OR crazies) stand their ground!  On the 6:30 bus, the front seat is currently under contention: ‘The woman who had cancer treatment at the same time as I did’ (but like me, is fine now, thank God) loves to get on, set all of her bags and purse down on the second seat and begin to read.  She is relatively young.  She ALWAYS looks surprised and a bit indignant when ‘crazy newly immigrated from America Viet-Nam veteran’ gets on and demands the seat beside her.  She slowly (painfully slowly!) removes her packages, gets up, and has him scoot in.  He wears a series of striking tee shirts…all of them concerning the Marines in Viet-Nam and veterans.  He only wears one other tee shirt that says (and I quote) “You say the word ‘psycho’ as if it were bad!”.  He has a frighteningly hostile attitude and ANYTHING can set him off cursing and screaming, and even swinging.  He doesn’t know Hebrew and reads the Jerusalem Post daily.  I am praying much for this man and waiting for the right opening to talk with him…I feel as if he is one whom The Lord has put in my path.  Back in the 60s when my contemporaries fought in the war, I was a very hostile, aggressive and arrogant ‘peacenik’…and I have had a number of opportunities since meeting Yeshua to comfort some of those who fought.  Perhaps this man will be one.  He doesn’t hear well.  It is humorous to see him explain that in English to the retarded man speaking Hebrew who then says ‘My lips are curled so I don’t speak well.’  The bus moves on.  A very heavy woman sits down across from me and unwraps a HUGE sandwich, devouring it in minutes.  This is her daily ritual. A religious man who works as a security guard at the shuk greets me.  A friendly government worker who speaks an abundance of languages sits across the aisle studying Chinese and telling the man across from him that he is hoping to go to China for a visit soon.  A religious woman gets on and gives the newspaper to another mentally challenged man who sits behind me.  He is so grateful for it and reads it from beginning to end before he leaves the bus and hands it to the equally grateful driver.  An older religious woman caught my eye several years ago and we have struck up quite a friendship.  She is a master teacher at a religious grammar school and I love listening to her stories and insights.  She was born up north, on the border with Lebanon and has a naiveté about her that is so refreshing. She, on the other hand, is fascinated by my life, and I am praying for a time to share with her as well.  I have shared with her that my husband, as a Christian, was reading the Bible and suddenly said ‘It says here that all Jews should live in Israel.  You and the girls are Jewish.  We must need to move to Israel.’ (true by the way!) She was amazed.  May our conversations grow in depth and purpose!  There are a number of religious people who are reading Psalms in the morning and at certain points they stand up and face the Old City (Temple Mount) to pray.  We also have a number of Arabs, Moslem and Christian, on the bus. Such a mix and all getting along just fine, helping one another; teachers and mentally challenged, Moslems and religious Jews, secular and non secular…each one trying to start the day on the right foot and earn a way to provide for their families.  We smile at one another.
I have grown to love the people on my bus and I miss them when they ‘suddenly disappear’ from my life with no other name known to me then ‘The man who never combs his hair in the morning’ and the like.  So many people cross our paths.  Lord, help us to know and take advantage of every open door You give us!
On a personal note, I want to apologize for all of the letters that I owe to so many of you who have encouraged me.  This time of adjustment to the changes we are experiencing has been hard…and has taken a bit of a toll on my health.  I hope to be back in place of writing again soon.  Thank you for bearing with me, and mostly, thank you for your prayers for our family and for our nation.
 Lovingly, your sis in Jerusalem

Tongue Utterings

“For if the trumpet makes an uncertain sound, who will prepare himself for battle?” 1 Corinthians 14:8
“So likewise you, unless you utter by the tongue words easy to understand, how will it be known what is spoken? For you will be speaking into the air.” 1 Corinthians 14:9

When my youngest gets upset, she makes up words or puts words together in ways that don’t make sense. I have to wait for her to calm down in order to understand her.

Lord, please help me share You today with others in a way they understand. And here’s a simple poem . . .

Words That Edify

Whatever is on my mind
I can speak into the air

and though it feels good to me
there’s no use for it there

so I’ll submit to You, Lord
and ask for the words on my tongue

to be ones that edify
Your work being done.

When I Come

“But if anyone is hungry, let him eat at home, lest you come together for judgment. And the rest I will set in order when I come.” 1 Corinthians 11:34

J of Jerusalem, who shares here most Sundays, told me something that stuck with me. When she first accepted Jesus, she wondered about the difference in what congregations would tell her she should do. Then Jesus told her one of the churches may be correct, but their hearts weren’t. . . that He’d come back and set all things right.

Oh Lord, let us not concentrate on who is right, but on Who is all righteousness and truth. And here’s a simple poem . . .

Who’s Right

I’m coming to set
all things in order

there will be no mistaking
about who is right

you won’t be consumed
by thoughts of each other

but overtaken
by Eternal Light.

Inside Israel – Bus Encounter

Hello and welcome to a little look inside Israel today. J of Jerusalem takes us on the bus with her. Her heart for Him and His heart for the lost comes through here. Thank you for your prayers for J, her family and for Israel. Now, here’s J . . .

Bus encounter – 4 Aug 2011
Yeshua is so good! And He has even knit us together into one body in Him. What a blessing!

I just got home from work and witnessed an interesting interaction on the bus, so I thought that I would share it with you while it is fresh in my mind’s eye. It was an encounter between cultures and generations, but could have also been between two worlds.

It was a real blessing to finally get a seat on the hot and crowded bus. I had been at work since 7 this morning, having left the apartment at 6, and it was now 2:30. I noticed a tall young man, somewhere in his 20s, speaking accented English with a very elderly Israeli man, perhaps in his 80s. I recognized both accents; the young man was from Holland and the Israeli man had originally come from America. At first I thought that perhaps the young man was a Christian and was sharing Yeshua with the older man and that excited me, so my ears opened to their conversation. (Encase you haven’t understood from my letters over the years, ‘eavesdropping’ is NOT considered rude here at all. Almost every public discussion can quickly become an ‘all in the family’ discussion and no one bats an eye) Alas, it was not about Life…not about things eternal. It sounded to me as if the young man were a vegetarian perhaps, or an animal rights activist and the discussion focused on philosophies. The young man, who was strong and tanned and sported two backpacks, was very sure of himself. There was a proudly critical tone in his voice. I heard the older man answer the last statement, surprisingly gently and humbly ‘After what our people experienced at the hands of the Europeans, I am not sure that the Europeans have a moral right to tell us what is morally right and wrong.” I began to listen more closely and could hear the young man visitor begin to complain about Israel and criticize everything from the weather to the culture. The older man verified my suspicion that the young man was from the Netherlands by saying ‘Well I was in the Netherlands recently and found your prices extremely high.’ I began to suspect that the young man had come to join in with our ‘social revolution’. Our new ‘tent cities’ have become very popular communes for the young people with free food and nightly concerts…very much like a street party. ‘I don’t agree with you.’ The Younger man countered; ‘I smoke cigarettes and the price of cigarettes here is DOUBLE what I pay at home!’ I wondered how the older man would answer; ‘Well…we don’t grow tobacco here and I’m afraid that the import tax is very high.’ I was struck by the fact that he made no moral judgment. He did not add that there is also a health tax on cigarettes since the actions of smokers impact the health system so profoundly. He continued ‘Something WILL have to be done about the price of housing though. None of us can afford a million shekels to buy an apartment. Anyway…, I have been here more then 50 years and I love my country’.

I didn’t catch much more of the conversation as the bus filled up, but I found myself pondering the fact that I had just witnessed a rather brazen ‘confrontation’ that would have made me, personally uncomfortable to initiate…and that brought me to lift my wimpy witness before The Lord again.

“Lord! Please give me Your Spirit to share LIFE with my people! Give me Your courage…make me brave in the face of adversity and even anger and hatred! Teach me, Lord!’ The discussion I had witnessed was ‘passionate’. Why wasn’t the young man ‘embarrassed’ to speak to a stranger in a strange land, in a third language, this way when I can’t speak of the issues of Life and death with such boldness?

I looked around me. I was on bus number 20. I’ve explained in the past how the personality of each bus is impacted by the neighborhoods that it serves…I sort of take a ‘world tour’ daily; The 20 brings me along with many fellow riders from Morocco, Ethiopia and other African countries. On the 13 the main language spoken (and yelled) is Russian. The 21 sets me with our Haradi (‘black and white’ religious) citizens. The 26 finds me listening to more Arabic. But coming home from work there is more of a mixture of cultures before reaching the outlying neighborhoods. Across from me on this #20 bus was a young girl decked in tattoos…Unlike the immigrants from Ethiopia, these were occult and new age tattoos. On the back of her neck she had ‘hand’ symbol called the ‘hampsa’. It is a superstitious symbol representing ‘the hand of God’ and is sort of a ‘good luck’ symbol to ‘keep away the evil eye’. In the center of the hand was a ‘yin yang’ symbol (the modern sense of the term largely stems from Buddhist adaptations of Taoist philosophy which denies the existence of good and evil but claims that dark and light are all part of ‘the balance of the whole’.) A chill went through me; “Lord! She does not KNOW YOU!” My eyes shifted to another girl reading a book in Hebrew and then another Chinese woman reviewing notes for studying English. I flashed to a young man, obviously on drugs, and another young man, a soldier in his fatigues, with his machine gun strapped over his back.

‘Lord! Give me your tongue! Your heart! Your Spirit! Give me Your anointing to speak the words of Life to my people!’ I took my small Bible and opened at random. My eyes fell on Micah 3:8 “But truly I am full of power by the Spirit of The Lord, and of judgment, and of might, to declare unto Jacob his transgression, and to Israel his sin.” WHOA!

As I read on concerning the judgment of Jerusalem, my heart broke, but it was those first words that jumped out at me.
No. I can’t go in my own strength, nor in my own timing, nor in my own will…but I am asking Him to renew my courage and to open doors that for my first 17 years have just been cracked a bit.

So, away from the bus and back to making dinner! May all that we do, you and I, be for His glory and by His Spirit. God bless you all. Lovingly, your sis

ani b’derek

I Am The Door

“Most assuredly I say to you, he who does not enter the sheepfold by the door, but climbs up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber.” John 10:1
“But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep.” John 10:2
“Most assuredly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep.” John 10:7

Family, friends and neighbors come to our door, to knock and enter in.

Thank You, Jesus, for coming to us with everything that is good, true and light. And here’s a simple poem . . .

The Shepherd and His Sheep

I am the Good Shepherd
I love My sheep
and tenderly care
for those I keep.

Should anyone climb in
from another way
My sheep won’t listen
to what they say.

Does This Offend You?

“”Therefore many of His disciples, when they heard this said, ‘This is a hard saying; who can understand it’?” John 6:60
“When Jesus knew in Himself that His disciples murmured about this, He said to them, ‘Does this offend you’?” John 6:61

How can I be offended by the One who died for all my offenses?

Lord, when You speak a harder truth that I don’t understand, I desire to stay humbled before You until I do. And here’s a simple poem . . .

A Hard Saying

Eat My flesh
and drink My blood
and you shall abide
in Me.

Your fathers ate manna
and are dead –
eat this Bread
and live.

(from John 6:56, 58)

God To Us

“All of you stand today before the Lord your God. . .that you may enter into covenant with the Lord your God, and into His oath, which the Lord your God makes with you today, that He may establish you today as a people for Himself, and that He may be God to you . . .” Deuteronomy 29:10,12,13

Here in Deuteronomy, Moses is doing his best to make sure the people understand who they are to God and who He is to them.

O Lord, may nothing ever keep me from letting You be God in every way to me. And here’s a simple poem . . .

His Wonders

enter in with Me
step forward
into all that can be
and let Me be
God to you
living out the wonders
only I can create
and do
through you.

Written Very Plainly

“And you shall write very plainly on the stones all the words of this law.” Deuteronomy 27:8

God didn’t go for fine print or obscure text.

Father, thank You for writing Your law of love so plainly on our hearts through Jesus Christ Your Son. And here’s a simple poem . . .

All The Word

The law and the prophets were written
and Jesus fulfilled them all

like the handwriting appearing
upon the proverbial wall

God didn’t keep the Word hidden
but sent Him throughout the land

traveling in all the region
still seen in the hearts of man.

Inside Israel – Reflections

Hi and thank you for stopping by for a look inside Israel. J. and I really appreciate your prayers for Israel and for her and her family. I always forward the comments on to her and she is so blessed. Thanks again and now, here’s J. . .

I do greet you in The Name above all names, Yeshua h’meshiach – Jesus Christ. May He be blessed and glorified, and may you be blessed!

Just when I didn’t think life could get much more intense…it does. ‘Just keep walking’…’Yes, Lord!’

But ASIDE from that…I will share a ‘bus story’.

Thursday morning, as I got on the bus, the bus driver was smiling. This is no longer a common occurrence.
‘Boker tov’ (good morning) I said. ‘hofshi hodshi b’vakasha? vatika.’ (monthly bus pass please? senior citizen). I gave him the money and he gave me the change.
‘Count your change’ he told me. ‘I trust you’ (I did but I was also tired and didn’t feel like counting yet). ‘No no!’ he protested. ‘Count your change!’ Authority! I obeyed. Obviously not responding the way he expected me to he said joyously ‘THEY LOWERED THE PRICE!!! You are saving 13 shekels and a regular fare saves 26 shekels! Isn’t that great?’ I definitely had to agree! ‘Toda l’El!’ I said (sort of like ‘Praise The Lord!’) and smiled back at him.

That was Thursday. Friday was different;

I had noticed that there was a sign on our bus stop saying that the #17 bus was going to ‘be canceled’ the next day. ‘Huh’, I thought. ‘That is a vital line…wonder what will happen’. I was soon to find out (although I am sure that this is NOT the end of the story).

Friday morning the bus driver was livid with rage! So were the riders.
There was a big discussion in progress when I got on the bus. Ok…the 17 bus was now replaced by the 28… but… not along the same route! ‘It will take me FOUR BUSES to get to work today and there is the wait for each one!’ one distraught rider cried. The bus driver topped him; ‘It took me SIX BUSES’ to get to work!!! WHAT ARE THEY DOING?!?’ On and on the obvious was being re-stated, it is a belagan. I taught you that (great) word a long time ago, but in case you forgot, it means…hum…total confusion, mess, even chaotic, upside down, disaster. Yes…9 years the city has been working on the ‘lite rail system’ to ‘make traveling around the city easier… and at this point…it remains a total mess! Since my husband has been taking the 28 across town to the hospital 4 mornings a week for heart rehabilitation, I was concerned. ‘Does the 28 still go to har h’tsofim?’ I asked the driver; ‘No. He has to take the 26’. I told him ‘That won’t work. The 26 begins at 9am and he has to be there at 7.’ I fell silent. A few minutes later he turned to me; ’68! The 28 to har h’tsofim is now the 68. They re-named the route!’ Everyone on the bus chuckled…they are used to such craziness, but I remembered a time when I wasn’t.

It was my first week in my new country…I was as green as they came.
Fresh off the boat, so to speak, I knew nothing but that He Who is faithful would see me through. AND HE HAS! But that day in the scorching heat of July, I knew no Hebrew, no people in my new homeland, and I didn’t even know the name of the street that I was living on because the spelling was so alien to me that I couldn’t figure it out. I DID know that I was to take the number 8 bus down town…and I knew where to get off and where to get on.
All went quite well UNTIL I was to go home. I waited at the bus stop…and waited…and WAITED…for over an hour.
Then I burst out crying. ‘Mah k’rah??’ people ran to me. ‘I DON’T SPEAK HEBREW!’ I blubbered through my tears. One kind person struggled with English to try to figure out why I was crying while others tried to pour water down my throat. (overheating is a common problem in hot areas… perhaps that was my problem, they thought) ‘I have to take the number 8 bus back home and it isn’t coming and I don’t know where I live!’ (that is the nightmare of children but I was nearly 50 years old at the time.) The kind person translated and they all began smiling and patted me. Easy to solve! ‘Don’t you know? Last night the number 8 became a number 6! Just take the 6. There is no more number 8…it has a new name!’

And THAT, my dear sisters and brothers, is the middle eastern logic that I have finally become accustomed to!

I did suffer from some culture shock during the first few years. I didn’t think that I would, but I did.
I want to share something about that. The sister, Mary Gardner, who was killed in the bombing downtown last week, has touched so many lives, as I shared before. To my surprise, I knew a number of people who knew her and or the ministry that she was serving with. One old friend had roomed with her at one point and I wrote this to her personally (I hope she won’t mind me sharing it)…I would like to share it with you:

…but it really IS amazing how deeply her death/ life seemed to touch people here…and apparently in England as well, according to a friend of mine from there. The scripture came to mind ‘except a corn of wheat fall to the ground and die, it abideth alone…’. It is interesting because she is certainly NOT the first believer to die in attacks of this sort…indeed recently two believers (one Israeli and one a tourist) were knifed and the tourist died… but apparently there was ‘something special’ in Mary’s life that, like the alabaster flask, when broken… out came the sweet fragrance of Yeshua Himself. That is my longing…that I would be able to make a difference in life, but also in death. It was Campbell McAlpine who challenged us so many years ago: why do we all seem to want to live for Him but die comfortably in bed? What about also dying for Him? That stayed with me…and I see it happened that way in Mary’s life somehow…and I am certain that the two (living and dying) MUST be ‘one’…you can’t have one without the other

Culture shock… my home is not of this world. I so want to walk through this world as a pilgrim. I have too much dust on my feet…the dust of this world. I suspect we will never know until our ‘alabaster boxes’ are broken…and then we won’t know either…and so we keep pressing in to Yeshua, and (hopefully) washing each others’ feet, and asking Him to make us more and more like Him and less like this world.
God Bless you! Thank you for keeping my family in prayer. There are some serious issues that I ask for help in praying about. LOVINGLY, your sis!

Inside Israel

A warm hello to everyone who is able to drop by today. Our dear J of Jerusalem has had pneumonia. 😦 So, I am sending something from her pastor and the Intercessors for Israel with a site J thought I might like to share. Thank you for your prayers. There are many to pray for with the tsunami in Japan as well. God bless you and immerse you in His grace.

Prayer Priority Update
“I will pray with the spirit, and I will pray with the understanding also”
1Corintians 4:15

Stand Before the Lord

At that time the LORD separated the tribe of Levi, to bear the ark of the covenant of the LORD, to stand before the LORD to minister unto him, and to bless in his name, unto this day. Deuteronomy 10:8

We are called to stand before the Lord

While the Middle East is shaking politically, and the world is reeling from natural disasters such as the quakes in New Zealand and Japan, it would be easy for us to get caught up in all of the “excitement” and the developments, to the point of distraction and neglect of our main call to stand before the Lord.

We should neither be distracted by nor indifferent to the situation. We are called to stand before the Lord for His purposes to be fulfilled in the earth.

Surely, we will see greater shakings than we have seen up until now, and not just physical. Think of the repercussions, for instance, if a revolution breaks out in Saudi Arabia. What will be the effect on the oil-dependent West? How deeply will the world economy be affected by the Tsunami in Japan?

God is behind the shakings

For thus saith the LORD of hosts; Yet once, it is a little while, and I will shake the heavens, and the earth, and the sea, and the dry land; And I will shake all nations, and the desire of all nations shall come: and I will fill this house with glory, saith the LORD of hosts. Haggai 2:6-7

One commentator writes about this verse, “[God] shall cause that agitation which precedes Messiah’s coming as the healer of the nations.” And in another commentary we find: “The political or religious revolutions which were to be effected in the world, or both, are here referred to.”

Psalm 46:6 The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved; He uttered His voice, the earth melted.

Joel 3:16 The LORD also shall roar out of Zion, and utter his voice from Jerusalem; and the heavens and the earth shall shake: but the LORD will be the hope of his people, and the strength of the children of Israel.

What is the shaking all about?

In the final analysis, the shakings in the world are all about God’s sovereignty, and the rage of the nations is a rebellion against His right and intention to rule the earth. It is also about His sovereignty and right to choose a nation, Israel, from which to rule the earth.

I have installed My King upon Zion, My holy mountain. I will surely tell of the decree of the LORD: He said to Me, ‘You are My Son, today I have begotten You. Ask of Me, and I will surely give the nations as Your inheritance, And the very ends of the earth as Your possession. Psalm 2:6-8

My King, My holy mountain, My Son… It is all about God’s Son to whom the Earth is given; to whom the nations are given as His inheritance.

The shaking of the earth, the restoration of Israel and the future coming of the Lord are all part of the same process

And Jerusalem will be trampled by Gentiles until the times of the Gentiles are fulfilled. And there will be signs in the sun, in the moon, and in the stars; and on the earth distress of nations, with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring; men’s hearts failing them from fear and the expectation of those things which are coming on the earth, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Then they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. Now when these things begin to happen, look up and lift up your heads, because your redemption draws near. Luke 21:24b-28

How should we pray at this time?

Yeshua taught only one prayer to His disciples:

Father, sanctify your name [by what you do on the earth]. Let your Kingdom come! Let your Will Be Done on earth as it is it is [absolutely done] in Heaven!

“THY KINGDOM COME.” I wonder if we have ever felt the zeal and passion of the Living God in these words, and if we have ever prayed them in the Holy Spirit!

Let these heaven-birthed words from the mouth of Yeshua, the Son of God, seize you, and let the Holy Spirit pray them through you.

The greatest need and the only issue is this: Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be Done, ON EARTH as it is done in HEAVEN. For thine is the Kingdom and the power and the glory forever!!!

The answer to this prayer is the only hope for the earth. Let us begin to pray these words earnestly and fervently rather than merely reciting or singing them.

Make Jerusalem a praise in the earth

On your walls, O Jerusalem, I have appointed watchmen; All day and all night they will never keep silent. You who remind the LORD, take no rest for yourselves; and give Him no rest until He establishes and makes Jerusalem a praise in the earth. Isaiah 62:6-7

Praying for Jerusalem and for Israel is very much part of praying for the will and kingdom of God to be established in the earth. Read Ezekiel 36 to understand how God has vowed to sanctify his great name on the earth by restoring the Jews back to their Land, and by what He does in them before the whole world.

Pray along these lines, dear intercessors, and God’s zeal and fire will fill your heart and mind and fuel your prayers in the coming days.

– Let thy Kingdom come and thy Will be done – on earth as it is in Heaven.

– Make Jerusalem a praise in the earth O Lord. Come to thy city and rule the earth, Son of God.

– Restore thy people to the Land and restore thy people to yourself, Lord.

– Come to Zion, your city, and reveal your Son.

Blessings from Jerusalem,

Ofer Amitai
Israel Prayer Center

(This was written and sent before Friday’s earthquake and tsunami in Japan.)

I just heard about this web site on the news and came right in to look at it. Watched interview with the 3 guys who decided to do it. You might want to put in a ‘link’ to it. Take a look at it:

(called Friend-a-Soldier project think-again)

ani b’derek

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