Hey Gang, I just reread the last morning
message and see that I left you dangling, so let me un-dangle you this
morning. I said I have been blessed in my life to find two places where I
feel God’s peace deep in my soul. The first I mentioned was at the
African Missionary Mission referred to as Media, which means halfway between the
mission and heaven. Today we had lunch with twenty one missionaries –
wow, I haven’t seen so many smiley faces at one place since I threatened the
boys that if they did not smile and even laugh I would restrict them from going
home that weekend.
The second experience where I felt God’s peace
in my soul was 1984, the first and every time we were privileged to go to
Israel. From Chicago to Israel was an all-night flight so when we neared
the Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv, Israel, the sun had just come up, and the
entire city and valley was a bright gold. It is one of those pictures
that is indelibly imprinted on the inside of my forehead. At
that moment the pilot turned on the radio with live and very exciting Jewish National
music.
In the fifteen minutes between the seeing
Israel for the first time and hearing the music I could feel the excitement
rising within my soul. I had dreamed of making this trip for most of my
life but never dreamed that I would be able to pull it off until after I had
completed my tenure on earth and moved into the New Jerusalem. And here I
was, standing on the tarmac of the airport in Tele Aviv, Israel!
After going through the needed checking into
the country, checking out our luggage, finding the tour bus that would be our
means of transportation for the next ten days, we headed for Jerusalem.
Now I have been pumped before in my life but never like I was that night.
We were blessed to be on one of the top floors of the Hilton Hotel that sets on
top of a hill overlooking the city of Jerusalem. In Israel the
drivers drive with one foot on the accelerator, one on the brake and both hands
on the horn. The noise was deafening but oh so beautiful.
Soooo, still today many ask if we are not
nervous to go to Israel; my response is yes, we have to go through New York or
Chicago. I can also attest to the fact that, on our ten trips to Israel,
we have never found one person we traveled with who said, “I am afraid to be
here:” On that very first trip I learned what the Bible meant when it said,
“There is a peace that passes our human understanding when we place our trust
in Abba Father.”
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