Tuesday, May 5, 2015

I Got My Hands Dirty on Holy Ground


 “Behold the tabernacle of God is among men. And He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God himself will be among them” (Rev. 21:3). 

Hey Gang:  If that does not build a fire in the depths of your innards, you had best check yourself into the nearest emergency ward and see if your thumper is still thumping. 

When I was in the fourth grade, we began our days with the Pledge of Allegiance, several verses from the Bible, and the Lord’s Prayer.  We also had a morning update on what was happening in the war zones – WWII.  In one fateful day, the teacher announced that General McArthur had thrown in the towel and left the Philippines, but on his way out he made a vow to return soon, a promise he fulfilled. 

Does it not fill your heart with joy when you read the words of the angels who were there when Jesus ascended back to the Father and took His rightful place at the right hand of God?  “Why do you stand looking into the sky? The angels asked.  This Jesus, who has been taken up from you into heaven, will come in the same way as you have watched Him go into heaven” (Acts 1:11).  

In the early years of developing the Village we had reached a point of near exhaustion.  God knew that and sent an angel across our path.  You do know that God sometimes uses homo-sapiens to be stand in angels, don't you.  His mission was to expand our horizons and give us a fabulous blessing at the same time.  He said, "I am putting together a crew of people to go to Israel and work in a Kibbutz south of the Dead Sea and prepare it for future groups to come visit and help at the Kibbutz.”

But, let me warn you, this is not a tour-driven escapade where you stay in five star hotels, travel in the elite buses, eat at the finest restaurants and don't get your hands dirty.   He was one hundred percent correct!  In route to the kibbutz our bus had a flat tire and, when we finally arrived at the Kibbutz, the sewers were plugged; the housing facilities consisted of Mobil homes that had been through several wars and they looked like it. The lighting for the entire campus was four candles, one at each corner (just joking of course but not a great deal better).  

We had to be careful where we walked because there were miles of barbed wire strung throughout the kibbutz.   As we drove onto the kibbutz it was pitch black but the lights from the bus sent a clear message that this was not the Hyatt Regency!  After traveling from Chicago to Tel Aviv, from Tel Aviv Airport to Ir Ovot, (the kibbutz), we were so tired we could have slept on the ground. BUT, we had no idea what a mess we had volunteered for.

By the time we reached Ir Ovot we had already had several unique and rather exciting experiences to write in our logs.    I can attest to the fact that we did not have one convenience on arrival at Ir Ovot, but I also want you to know - I did not hear one word of complaint.  Not even when we, who were 56 strong, learned that there was only one rest-room facility operational with two heads. 

The previous day we left our homes, with all the conveniences, traveled for more than twenty hours, arrived at a place that did not have one convenience, but we slept soundly and prepared for what was to come in the morning.  In our first morning devotion our leader made his first assignment by reading from Isaiah 60:10 "Foreigners will build up your walls".    We were about to be ‘fulfillers of prophecy’.  Wow, what an awesome memory!  To be in the land where our Lord lived, died and was resurrected and will come again one day soon, and fulfilling one of the many prophecies of the Word - that my friends is a feeling that is hard to describe!

Blessings,


Gramps

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