Just after breakfast, we gathered in a room where we would have two lectures.
The first gentleman holds the very important position of Ministry of the Diaspora.
I was shocked when he presented me with a plaque.
You can read it from the picture posted here. We will take it home, but it will find its way back to the walls of Migdal Arbel Prayer and Study Center.
Then, Minister of the Knesset, Mataan Kahana, whom I’d met at The Jerusalem Prayer Breakfast in St Louis, enlightened us as to what is going on. We did not record it so he could be open. I will say that he said the situation in southern Lebanon cannot be tolerated. Hezbollah must clear out to the Litani River, a legal border agreed upon previously.
Mataan Kahana is a military hero. His last military service was as a fighter pilot and squadron leader.
Our First Day in Jerusalem
It is so strange to be the only tour bus everywhere we go.
We drove to the Mount of Olives and, beginning at the overlook, I opened to what I would teach from Matthew 24 and Luke 21. I began with Matthew 24 and read:
Matt. 24:1 Jesus left the temple and was going away, when his disciples came to point out to him the buildings of the temple.
Matt. 24:2 But he answered them, “You see all these, do you not? Truly, I say to you, there will not be left here one stone upon another that will not be thrown down.”
Matt. 24:3 As he sat on the Mount of Olives, the disciples came to him privately, saying, “Tell us, when will these things be, and what will be the sign of your coming and of the end of the age?” (ESV)
How easy it is to explain, as we look down to the Temple Mount, where verses 1 and 2 happened. And then to show that they had passed through the Kidron Valley and had plenty of time to pose the three questions they asked in the third verse.
We had passed through the Kidron Valley, and were sitting on the Mount of Olives.
Guy stepped away from the tour and took pictures. He took pictures of Maya, our second guide, explaining what we were seeing just before she handed it to me. No light in those pictures. Then when he photographed me as I taught, the light appeared in the pictures. When he saw it, he kept taking pictures. Close-ups and farther away. The light, which I believe was the anointing, was always there.
We then moved to the garden next to the old olive trees, where I sat and taught for a very long time on these two end-of-days chapters and into the Book of Revelation. And I might say it was with a very strong anointing.
The Upper Room
The Upper Room was closed. But we went there and had a moving time in the Word, studying the Passover observed there (Luke 22). And then the Outpouring of the Holy Spirit (Acts 2). Standing just outside the room, it was really quite special to lift our voices together, singing in the Spirit, and looking up into the open sky above us.
As we walked into the lobby of the Inbal Hotel, the night manager, Bracha, said, “We are waiting on you to light the Hanukkiah.” Each day of the eight days, the hotel chose a special guest to light the candles. Our group was chosen for the last night’s lighting. I got to light the first, and then others. Oh! It is indeed a miracle tour, celebrating in Israel, with the Israelis, the miracle of Hanukkah! “Eizeh Yom!” Again, “What a day!”
Shelli and I are staying in Jerusalem until January second. We had thought about moving to a less expensive hotel, and Guy was checking their rates. But as I showered this morning, the Lord impressed me to stay here. We will be making appointments with people and this hotel is an appropriate place to meet. But I had the “feeling” we would be meeting others and this place was suited for that.
Just as I walked out of the elevator for dinner, whom should I meet but a very great man, Malcolm Hoenlein, Executive Vice Chairman/CEO of the Conference of Presidents of Major American Jewish Organizations.
He is a friend of Pastor John and Diana Hagee and CUFI. I have often listened to his heartfelt words at our Summits. Mr. Hoenlein was in Be’eri the first day after the massacre. Evidently heartbroken at what he saw, he shared a little with me. And gave me a blue pin of remembrance he had made. I shall wear it the rest of our journey.
Shalom and Layla Tov for me!
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