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What did those women do? <strong>The</strong>y hugged and kissed me. <strong>The</strong>y wanted to know all about me.<br />

I told them that I was Jewish, that I believed in the Lord Jesus, that I was on my way to Israel to<br />

tell my people about the Lord.<br />

One of the women said, "You come home with me. I'll make you breakfast."<br />

<strong>The</strong> others said, "We want to spend time with her, too."<br />

I went home with the one woman. She invited the other women with their husbands for the<br />

evening, and we had a big dinner together that night. I thank God for the opportunity of witnessing<br />

to so many in one place! <strong>The</strong> Lord marvelously took care of me all over Paris and helped me to<br />

witness until it was time to go to Israel.<br />

When the day arrived for me to proceed to Israel, I went out to the airport and boarded a<br />

plane. Before long the pilot was explaining that we were flying over the Alps, Mont Blanc, and<br />

other areas. Folk were interested in looking, but I was anxious for only one thing, and that was to<br />

get to Israel. We were instructed to fasten our seat belts -- we were ready to make our descent into<br />

the Promised Land! How anxious I was to catch the first glimpse!<br />

As our plane lowered, and we came nearer, I saw the hills of Judea. Though the sun was<br />

beginning to set, I could make out their purple outline. Because of a steady downpour of rain, it<br />

was rather dark when we landed. When we had gone through customs, the folk scattered. <strong>The</strong><br />

officials closed down the customs area. Soon the whole airport would be closed for there were no<br />

more flights that night.<br />

I was standing outside with my luggage. I lifted my voice to God and said. "All right, Lord,<br />

here I am in Israel, in the Middle East, halfway around the world. I don't know anybody. What will<br />

I do, Lord? What next, Lord?"<br />

I stopped an Arab man. He simply shrugged his shoulders and turned away. I stopped<br />

another. I stopped a Bedouin woman. No one seemed to understand.<br />

"Lord, what will I do? No one understands."<br />

Now, I can get by in most places quite well with the five languages I speak. I thought of the<br />

charge the Lord had given me from Ezekiel 3:4,5, "And he said unto me, Son of man, go, get thee<br />

unto the house of Israel, and speak with my words unto them. <strong>For</strong> thou art not sent to a people of a<br />

strange speech and of a hard language, but to the house of Israel." No doubt God was trying to tell<br />

me to use what languages I could on the people I stopped, so I collared the next one that came<br />

along and used all five languages on him. Praise the Lord! He understood one of them.<br />

It was not long until I was in a limousine on the way to Haifa, which is seventy miles from<br />

the airport. I cannot remember and I could not begin to tell how I got a lovely little apartment on<br />

Mt. Carmel, overlooking the Mediterranean.<br />

<strong>The</strong> next day I began my visitation.

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