Heaven Bound

The mornings were getting cooler and sometimes, when we got in to the vines, we found grapes, which had already withered.  Beautiful, succulent grapes shriveled and dead from conditions that no longer could support them.

We were surprised one morning to find that we would only be picking grapes until noon instead of the usual two or two-thirty.  After that, we would be traveling by bus to Jerusalem to tour Yad Vashem – the holocaust museum.  We were all very excited to have the opportunity to visit this important and historical place, yet for all my excitement, I could not shake the slightly nauseous feeling that settled in the pit of my stomach at the thought of what I knew I would see.

Finishing the mornings picking, we boarded our bus for the hour or so journey in to the city. As we traveled, I wondered what the museum would look like. Oh, yes, I had an idea of what to expect inside, as I mentioned before.  But, how would it be displayed? If I were the architect, what would I construct that could possibly deal with a subject as serious as this in a meaningful and thoughtful way.  It was difficult to imagine.

But, as you will see, the architect (particularly inspired, I believe) wisely constructed a simple framework from which the victims themselves could speak.

Getting close to the city, our bus was stopped at a check-point, where our driver had to produce some of kind of documentation before we could continue on our way. Armed soldiers, male and female could be seen through our bus windows standing at the ready should they be called in to action; their uniforms and their weapons, a reminder that while they once may have been victims, they never will be again.

When we arrived at the museum, I was immediately struck by its design. Constructed in concrete like an inverted v – it is a study in shadows and angles – a cavernous, empty shell in which the past echos back and forth in voices which refuse to be hushed by the passage of time.

   Yad Vashem

On entering the museum, one weaves their way side to side through a series of  exhibits which range from the rise of Nazism to the end of the war. It is a comprehensive and detailed look at the horror that befell not just a nation but, the world. Specifically, the Jewish people.

Their stories and their voices are everywhere; in excruciating detail. Videos run night and day with the stories of survivors. Photos, letters, cards and film document what history cannot deny. Six million Jews were methodically and systematically slaughtered at the hands of the Nazi regime. No one was spared …. not children, not babies, not old men and women. No one.

We only had three hours to tour the museum. Needless to say in that short amount of time, I was not able to see everything that I would have liked.  Many things stand out in my mind, one of which was the braids of a young girl. At some point, they had been cut away from her head.  The ties at the end of the braids as intact today as the morning her mother last tied them.  This photo is exactly as I saw them.

Another thing was the shoes. Hundreds, no, thousands of shoes! Shoes of all kinds. Fancy shoes, shoes with heels, walking shoes, boots and more. “Who wore all of these shoes?  Someone danced in this pair”, I think. “A party perhaps, maybe even a wedding …”   But, no one knows for sure ….

….. except the shoes.  The hundreds of thousands of empty shoes. This photo but, one of many piles and piles of shoes.

Near the end of the museum (where the names of the victims are meticulously archived) is a cavernous hole above which photos of many of the victims are displayed.  I was shocked, when I looked in to the hole, as it is like looking into an abyss. A gut wrenching reminder of the many lives lost; the many, many lives needlessly lost.

As you can see from the photo below, you would never expect that the hole in the center of this photo drops off into almost nothing.

Because pictures speak louder than words, I will close with these photos.

This is Yad Vashem.

   hall of the children

the corridor leading to the exhibits

   the interior

   the architecture

    the photos

    and, the victims

* All photos courtesy of google images.

“Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper who love thee” Psalm 122:6

Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus!  Cindy

We left the vineyards for another day of touring and this time we traveled to the ancient site of Shiloh, where the Tabernacle stood. This was in many ways my favorite tour although we had yet to visit Jerusalem.

Shiloh (pronounced, “shee-lo) is a modern city/settlement established in 1978 in Samaria. Besides being where the Tabernacle stood, Shiloh was also, the former religious capital of Israel 300 years prior to the temple in Jerusalem. So, it is a very ancient site.

I had read about the Tabernacle as recorded in Joshua all of my life but, became especially excited about it after watching Ray Vander Laan’s video on the same subject from his series “That the World May Know“.  In fact, I remember at the end of that particular video our entire Bible study group just falling in to a kind of hushed silence, so moved by the greatness of God and what he had done at Shiloh that we were at a loss for words.

When we arrived at Shiloh, we were greeted by former Mayor, author, analyst and commentator David Rubin, who addressed our group from the Shiloh Synagogue, which, is built, as you can see in the photo below in a style that replicates the Tabernacle itself.

It’s a beautiful building with polished wood fixtures and stained glass windows on which all of the twelve tribes are depicted.  There Mr. Rubin (author of “The Islamic Tsunami – Israel and America in the Age of Obama“) gave us a warm welcome and a brief history of Shiloh from Biblical times until the present.

After he finished speaking, we were graciously given the opportunity to tour the school for children founded specifically for the education and healing of children whose lives have been touched by terrorism. And, there were many.  In one room, children read from their lesson books in Hebrew to us. In another, we were treated to music – one of the women from our group joining in on her own violin after being invited.  And, most interesting and sobering of all – the room, where traumatized children can go for assistance with deep-seated emotional stress as the result of losing a family member to the horrors of terror.

On finishing the tour of the school, we traveled a short distance to the ancient site, where the excavation process is still under way today.   In a beautiful garden like setting is a visitor center and gift shop complete with picnic tables where lunch or treats from the gift shop can be enjoyed.  Our group was giddy with delight at being able to purchase ice cream, candy and  soda – something, we had not had in almost two weeks.  As for me, I emerged from the gift shop with a packet of note cards and an ice-cold Coca Cola – the only drink out side the lukewarm tap water in my water bottle, I had had since first arriving in Israel. And, oh boy, did it taste good!

A short walk from the visitors center is a two-story round building over looking the archaeological site. Inside is a theatre that holds approximately 50 -75 people with windows that turn in to a movie screen once the lights are dimmed.  There the story of the Tabernacle (and the 12 tribes) is re-enacted in living color.  The perfect introduction to what just minutes later, we would see for ourselves ….

….. the historical and important …… Tabernacle at Shiloh!

God’s instruction to Moses –

“Then have them make a sanctuary for me, and I will dwell among them. Make this tabernacle and its furnishings exactly like the pattern I will show you.”  Exodus 25: 8-9

*For those of you who have not yet seen the Ray Vander Laan series or his video on the Tabernacle, I will leave you with this preview as a teaser. It starts out about Egypt, but, that’s just the beginning of one of the most interesting and moving teaching on the subject that I have ever heard. If you can procure a copy of the video, I know you will be blessed!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QW7F4ZjB6IU

“Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper, who love thee:  Psalm 122:6

Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus! Cindy

In order to make wine, beautiful robust grapes must first be crushed.

At the entrance to the village where we were staying and nearly adjacent to our camp was an IDF outpost. Israeli soldiers guarding the area 24/7 – even, patrolling the village streets at night with guns in hand. And, while this lent a somewhat comforting measure of safety, I was also struck with the realization of what Israeli settlers live with on a daily basis.

I was surprised to learn that 80% of Judea and Samaria (the area known to the world as the West Bank, which includes East Jerusalem) is Palestinian. In other words, 500,000 Israeli Jews live among the much greater number (2,100,000) Palestinian Arabs in the same area. As you can see, they are greatly outnumbered. A fact, that I can attest to as we passed village after village complete with mosques and minarets.

This area (Judea and Samaria) has been divided in to areas A, B, and C.  “A” designating full Palestinian control. “B” under Palestinian administration fortified with Israeli security and “C” (which includes East Jerusalem) – “to be negotiated”.

A road sign like the one below stood at the intersection to where we were staying. To the left and up the mountain was our village, to the right – an area forbidden to anyone but Palestinians on danger of mortal harm.

As we traveled to the vineyards, we passed village after village (Palestinian) with homes often as big as hotels. Many of which were empty, we were told.  Simply built, so that a claim to occupying the land could be made. Where the funding for these buildings came from, I’m not sure. Below is a photo of a village similar to ones that we were seeing.

One day, while working in the vineyards near Shiloh, we were down in a valley flanked on each side by Palestinian villages. We were busy picking grapes, when suddenly about mid-day, the Arabic call to prayer came echoing over loud-speaker from the mountains above. From one village to the other and back again, the call rang out hanging above our heads like a low dark cloud – a stark reminder that we were indeed in very close proximity to hostile territory.

As you can see, the situation is volatile. In fact, in Hebron, where Abraham and Sarah and the other early Patriarch and Matriarchs are buried, the Jew to Palestinian ration is about 500-850 to 250,000. Can you imagine?

In early 2014, the Israeli government will be forced under international pressure (President Obama, specifically) to concede these territories.  A peace for land deal, which is doomed to fail. http://freedomoutpost.com/2013/11/barack-obama-force-israel-to-accept-palestinian-state-jerusalem-capital/

…. the crushing of the grapes.

Friends, there are dark days ahead for Israel. But, we know what the end result will be. No wine can be made without first crushing grapes. Please, keep in prayer, the people of Israel, specifically those living in Judea and Samaria – Jew and Palestinian alike. Pray that in these last days ….. salvation will come to many as God’s plan for the redemption of his people and the land that he loves moves forward.

“Sing, O Daughter of Zion, shout aloud O Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all your heart, O Daughter of Jerusalem! The Lord has taken away your punishment, he has turned back your enemy. The Lord, the King of Israel is with you; never again will you fear any harm. On that day they will say to Jerusalem, “Do not fear O Zion; do not let your hands hang limp. The Lord your God is with you; he is mighty to save. He will take delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.”  Zechariah 3: 14-17.

“Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper who love thee”  Psalm 122:6

Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus!  Cindy

* all photos courtesy of google images.

As you can see from the photo above, the tip of the clippers is dangerously close to the fingers. One false snip and well, you get the picture. But, picking grapes is not all that we did. Two days of the week was spent touring various Biblical sites in the area. And, I was very excited to learn that our first tour would be taking us to the location where Abraham received the covenant of the land from God. In Genesis chapter 12, the Bible says this:

“Abram travel through the land as far as the site of the great tree of Moreh at Shechem. At that time the Canaanites were in the land. The Lord appeared to Abram and said, ‘To your offspring I will give this land’ . So he built an altar there to the Lord who had  appeared to him.”  Genesis 12: 6-7.

It was very early morning and still dark out, when we loaded the buses that would take us to Shechem. It was planned by our hosts that we would be on the mountain before the sun came up. And, in fact, breakfast would be served to us there.  Situated between Mt Gerazim and Mt Ebal, we had a 360 degree view of the land when we arrived just as the sun was coming up. As dark shapes took form in the morning light it was incredible to think that this was the very place that God’s covenant with Abraham was established. A covenant which lasts forever and endures to this day.

Breakfast was warm pumpkin cake topped with a generous helping of fresh plain yogurt. The best I have ever eaten!  It was a quiet moment for most of us. People sitting quietly lost in their own private thoughts, reading their Bibles.  After which, some time was spent in singing and praise and prayer. The music of the vineyards now resonating from the top of the mountain. It was a glorious experience!

From where we were standing, we could see the side of Mount Ebal where Joshua had built an altar to the Lord as recorded in Joshua 8:30. This aerial view photo gives you an idea of how it appeared to us from across the mountain.

One of the highlights of the morning was  a visit from a local Jewish woman, who lives in the area. With an engaging smile and eyes as intense as the land on which she was standing, she explained to us what it means to be a settler in a hostile environment. Describing to us what it is like to live in an area of her own country that is under constant international pressure and contention. An area as dangerous from sources within (the Israeli government) as from without (Palestinian).

Bending beneath international pressure, the Israeli government will from time to time make a show of force by tearing down one of the Jewish homes in the area. Yet, for fear of starting a war or provoking international outrage, they would never dare to touch a Palestinian home.  One morning, while working in the vineyards part of our team witnessed this very thing. From where they were working, they watched as a bulldozer (accompanied by IDF – Israeli Defense Forces) bulldozed down a Jewish home. Sad but true. The tragic result of a country being bullied by the international community to take action against their very own people.

But, no matter, as our friend explained. As soon as the home is torn down, it will be rebuilt for the Jewish settlers are committed to staying in the land they believe is rightfully theirs by covenant of God  – and no pressure from anyone, even their own government will change that.

When she had finished speaking, we were overwhelmed with her courage and committment – and, not just of hers, but, of all the Jewish settlers, who have worked so hard to make the deserts of Judea and Samaria blossom once again into the vineyards and olive groves, we see today..

She wanted to show us where she lived, so, once again, we boarded the bus and traveled to where her home was located at the edge of the Jordan Valley. High on a hillside, her modest little home (just one of a few scattered about) faced out towards a panoramic view of some of the most inhospitable terrain you can imagine.  So poor, they were, she said, that when they built the house they could not even afford a door for the first year they were living there.  Can you imagine that!

After seeing her home, she took us to the only organic dairy farm in the Middle-East, where we were treated to fresh goat cheese and yogurt of every variety. I bought some cheese with caraway seed and had a delightful yogurt drink infused with fresh ripe apricots. It was thick, cold and delicious. And, the kids in the group even got a chance at milking one of the many goats from which the treats were made.

By the end of the day, I was more than ready to return to my bedroll and bunk. From the third tier I was sleeping in, I could see through the window next to me the twinkling lights of the night sky looking much as they might have looked, when Abram and later, Jesus would sleep beneath the same starry sky.  A thought that gave me much comfort and joy as I drifted away in to a peaceful and dreamy sleep.

….. to be continued.

“Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper, who love thee”  Psalm 122:6

Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus!  Cindy

“When he came near the place the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen: “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!'” Some of the Pharisees in the crowd  said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!” “I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out!”” Luke 19:37-40.

A day in the vineyards starts early. In the field and ready to go, we would be receiving our clippers for the days work just as the sun was coming up. Which meant rolling out of bed at 4 or even 3 a.m.  depending on where we would be picking that day. With a simple breakfast of cereal, yogurt or scrambled eggs, we would then walk to the vineyards or be transported by bus depending on where our assignment would be that day. Some days, we were on the bus for as much as an hour before reaching our destination.

One of the most striking things about Israel is the rock. It is by far, the rockiest ground, I have ever seen and coming from the southwest, I have seen a lot of rock! And, the vineyards are no exception; steep, rocky and thorny, its amazing to me how these vines were ever planted in the first place.  As I surveyed the incredible amount of rock, shining white rock, which, is everywhere – I was reminded of the words of Jesus in the verse above, and I can see now, exactly why he chose the words that he did. For rock in Israel is something the people certainly would have understood.

Back in the vineyards, we worked in teams as we picked. And, it quickly became my goal (as was everyone’s) to make it through the day without cutting myself at least once with the clippers. Our team leader called out encouragement, as we picked –  “no grape left behind“, he called. For it was  important to collect every grape that we could.  No shoddy work here. His words echoing down the vine as we struggled to pick even the most stubborn ones; the ones, which had grown in a tight fist along the wires that supported them or the hidden ones, which meant climbing directly in to the vine in order to get them. Scratches and abrasions on forearms not withstanding.

For encouragement, team members would take turns walking through the vineyard (while, others were picking) reading scripture, singing praise songs, strumming guitars or playing violin. I loved the violin the most and the friendly chatter that ensued  among the teams, as we worked.

Big, ripe and juicy clusters of grapes. Just waiting to be discovered. Hidden among vibrant colored  leaves in varying shades of green and red – colors made even more stunning in the early morning light.  These were our treasures. And, it was rewarding to see the bins fill up as we picked; eventually to be loaded into big crates and on to trucks, where they would be transported to local wineries for transformation in to award winning wines.

We carried with us bottles of water and lunch was usually brought to us in the vineyards. Grateful for a time a “pull up a rock”  and sit down – lunch was as simple as cucumber, tomato and humus in a pita or some times just PB & J in a pita along with an apple. So, if its true an army travels on its stomach, so does a grape picking team and by the time the harvest would be finished, we would have picked a record 450 tons of grapes, 24 tons in just one day. Now, that’s a lot of grapes! Good job team! And, the vineyard owners were more than happy to show us their appreciation. The details of which, I will share in a future post along with tours to historical Biblical sites and my observations regarding the most important city in the world – Jerusalem and the land of Israel!”

“Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper, who love thee!  Psalm 122:6

Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus!  Cindy

The first and most important thing to know about picking grapes. Keep your fingers away from the tips of the clippers, they are very sharp!

I had never traveled further east than Chicago, so when, our plane arrived in Newark, I was startled to see the World Trade Tower as we made our approach into the airport. Not knowing the proximity of Newark to New York, I was very surprised.  I don’t know about you but, for me to see something I had previously only read about or seen on television was particularly amazing. I guess you could say – “seeing really is believing” at least in some cases.

The same could be said, for our approach in to Tel Aviv some hours later. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was sparkling off the Mediterranean in a blue I could only have imagined had I not just left Hawaii just days before. It was spectacular!

By the time we were processed through customs  and our ride had arrived, it was dark. I had hoped to see more of this beautiful city shining white against the sea, but, there was no time for that.  Walking out of the airport to the van, the air was balmy and smelled distinctly of citrus and spice. A lovely fragrance that reminded me of the air in Hawaii, when you first step off the plane, except the air there (Hawaii) is floral as opposed to citrus and spice of Israel.  I was tired but, excited to finally be in the land of the Bible. The flight from Newark to Tel Aviv had been a grueling ten hours but, I had slept a good part of the way, so, I was excited and ready to go.

Backing up a little, it was interesting (and, a bit disconcerting, I must say), when boarding the plane in Newark, we had to under go a second security check.  This was something I had not anticipated and really drove home the point that traveling to Israel is not like traveling to any other place. There is a real and present danger in traveling to this part of the world. A sobering thought as I endured  a second pat down.

Once in the van, we began driving and I was super excited to see road signs with the miles in kilometers to places like Jerusalem, which told me – “yes, I really am in Israel!”

For the next hour, we drove, and drove  and drove –  gaining in elevation as we went. The road became dark as the city lights behind us diminished in to the distance.  From the van windows, I could see dry and rocky hillsides, which looked a whole lot like the landscape we had left just hours before in New Mexico. Is this the land of milk and honey I had read about?  Sure didn’t look like it!

Finally, the rugged  terrain gave way to the streets of a small village.  The businesses were closed up but, I could see the signs above shop windows were all written in Arabic. Arabic????  Now, I was really confused. Where were we?  From all appearances, we have driven not to Samaria, but, to Jordan or some other distinctly Arabic country.  Looking very much like the run down appearance of an inner city business district, it was apparent to me that this was not the Israel, I had expected. The scene below is typical of what I later saw in the day light.

When, we finally arrived at our destination on the Mount of Blessing, I was tired and ready to call it a night. It was dark and cold on the mountain, which was just a stones throw up the hill from the Palestinian village, we had just passed through. And, I was grateful to finally unroll my sleeping bag in the house I would be sharing with forty other people for the next three weeks.  And, I think this night, I understood just a little better God’s directive to Abram.

” …..  leave your country, your people and your household and go to the land I will show you.”  Genesis 12:1

…. to be continued –

And, as always – “pray for the peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper, who love thee.”  Psalm 122:6

Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus!  Cindy

This has been quite a year for me!  As many of you know, I suddenly and abruptly lost all of the hearing in my left ear this past April. And with only 70% in my right ear with the help of a hearing aid, my ability to work at my previous job was vastly altered. As a result, I made the decision to relocate from Hawaii to the mainland to be closer to family.  I say this because the Lord indeed works in mysterious ways and had this not happened, I almost certainly would not have been able to travel to Israel to work in the vineyards without the sale of my home in Hawaii, which made the whole thing possible.

I had always wanted to visit Israel but, never thought I would be able to do so. It was just too expensive. But, then everything changed. Just about the time I decided to sell my property, I heard about a ministry that blesses Israel by providing volunteer laborers to help the farmers of Judea and Samaria by getting in their crops of grapes and olives. This really appealed to me. An opportunity to not only sight see but, to do some thing productive as well. An opportunity that became even more exciting, when I realized it was an actual fulfillment of prophecy.

As it says in Isaiah 61:5 –

“Strangers will shepherd your flocks and foreigners will work your vineyards.

So, I along with my uncle and three other people from New Mexico flew to Israel on October first, where we were joined with about 150 other people from around the world, who had flown to Israel for this same purpose. Together we would spend the next three weeks in the heart of Biblical Israel making Isaiah 61:5 not just words, but a reality.

For the next few days, I will continue to blog on this topic. Please join me for a first hand look at what is happening in the region the world knows as “the West Bank”.  An area under international contention and pressure for division.  It was an eye-opening experience for me and I hope after reading my blog, it will be one for you as well.

Please pray for the people of Judea and Samaria. The harvest there is indeed ripe. And, I don’t just mean grapes.

And, as always – “pray for the peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper, who love thee”  Psalm 122:6

Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus!  Cindy

Dear Friends, I apologize for the lengthy time between posts. Since you last heard from me, I have relocated from Hawaii to the mainland and completed three weeks in Israel – (Judea and Samaria) picking grapes this past October. Yes, picking grapes! And, olives.

What an experience that was! I have much to share with you about my observations and will do so in the next few weeks. And, now that I am officially settled, I will do my best to be more prompt in my writing.

Until then, may the Lord bless and keep you!  You can continue to find me at Cindybythesea.  No name change for now.

“And, pray for the peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper, who love thee!”  Psalm 122:6

Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus!  Cindy

It’s early Monday morning and the sun has just risen over the beautiful southwestern desert. Yes, I am officially no longer “by the sea” at least physically though not in heart. 

As most of us know moving is a grueling process and a big move such as one from Hawaii to the mainland is especially so. But, the Lord saw me through it and has blessed me immeasurably in the process

I am packing today for a three week trip to Israel where I will be serving as a volunteer working along side a hundred or so others from all-round the world helping local farmers in the autumn harvest. In this case, we will be working in the vineyards. Our goal in doing so simply to be a blessing to the people of the land. I would appreciate it if you would keep me and all the others who will be working in the harvest in prayer.

And, while I am no longer officially “cindybythesea,” I will still be blogging under this same name on my return hopefully on a more regular basis.

a more regular basis once I get settled.
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In the meantime,love and blessings to you all. And, “pray for the peace of Jerusalem, they shall prosper who love thee”. Psalm 122:6
Cindy

I apologize for the lengthy span between posts. I am in the process of moving back to the mainland and have had to dedicate most of my time to that process the last few weeks. But, I wanted to take some time to discuss the latest development in the news concerning Damascus.

As most of us know, Damascus is the one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world, if not the oldest. With a population of close to two million, it is the central seat for the Syrian government and its current President Bashar Assad and his regime. For the past few weeks/months Assad has been struggling to hold the reins on a bloody civil war by rebels who seek to unseat him and his regime from power. As a results thousands have been killed and many more displaced as Syrians flee the country in the wake of this brutal battle.

And, just this past week, hundreds in a Damascus suburb fell victim to the horrendous effects of Sarin gas used against the Syrian people by their very own government. An act that will not go unpunished says Secretary of State John Kerry, the threat of US strikes against the Assad regime likely before the week is out. Which is very interesting in light of the fact that we are about a week out from Yom Teruah, the Feast of Trumpets.

Besides being one of the oldest cities in the world and the source of much international hand-wringing at this present time, Damascus is also a city that figures prominently in Biblical history and prophecy.

It should not escape our attention that it was on this very road (to Damascus) that a certain murderous Rabbi by the name of Saul met the risen Lord, which exponentially changed not only him but, the entire world. Taking the message of the gospel for the first time directly to the Gentiles. God’s plan for Israel placed on pause (if you will) while the message has gone out to the Gentiles for the past 2,000 years ….. soon coming events (including Damascus) releasing the pause button for God’s focus to return to Israel once again.

I was discussing this with my daughter “Seven Stars” this morning and as it turns out she has been giving this a lot of serious study and thought. And, in so doing has come to the conclusion that Yom Teruah 2013 may indeed be the day we have been waiting for. The translation of the church in to heaven. The pause button released.

Keep your eyes on Damascus friends …. Rosh Hashanah is just around the corner. Let’s make sure our bridegroom finds us ready and waiting for his very soon return.

Grace and blessings in Yeshua!

Cindy