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The women were deeply impressed. Before we parted I prayed with them. I have had
correspondence with them since, and one of them tells me, "When you come back, my husband and
I are going to take you on a trip to Mt. Sinai. You will be our guests, and I will keep you awake at
nights asking you questions."
One evening we went to a secret prayer meeting of Hebrew Christians in Haifa. We
gathered in a room up on the third or fourth floor of an apartment house. Very few Hebrew
Christians worship in churches. There is an assembly in Jerusalem conducted by Hebrew
Christians, but it is mainly for tourists. Throughout Israel Hebrew Christians, for the most part,
meet in homes or perhaps in caves or wherever they can find places to worship. In this prayer
meeting we were singing ever so quietly, praising the Lord ever so quietly, praying ever so
quietly. We did not want to stir up the hostility of the neighbors or the mischievous little children
playing three floors below. If they heard us singing, they would throw rocks through the windows.
Many times before this, the windows had had to be replaced.
There were Jews present from many countries. Most of them had been through Hitler's
concentration camp. While we were softly praying -- each of us praying one after the other -- I
heard a man behind me praying in German. He was rather lisping, as he had no teeth. The Nazis
had pulled all his teeth in a brutal manner, breaking his jaw bone, so that he could not even be
fitted for dentures. The best he could do was lisp.
Now he was pleading, "O mineh heilige Geltschmitt . . [O my Heavenly Goldsmith] refine
me, melt me down, melt me down until Thy glory can be seen in me."
My heart was touched. I shall never forget it as long as I live. I have made it my daily
prayer, "O Heavenly Goldsmith, at any cost, at any price, melt me down until Thy beauty and Thy
holiness can be reflected in me."
After the meeting, a precious Hebrew young woman came to me and said, "Mrs. Hanley, I
work for a professor. He's in his eighties. I'm his housekeeper. He has taught at Cornell and other
universities in America. He's a Doctor of Physics -- a very famous doctor. He's heard that you're
here in Israel. He wants to meet you. Will you come? Will you come to us?"
I heard that it would be a long way -- several hours' ride by bus, and we would have to
change two or three times -- but I told her that we would come on such and such a night. When my
husband and I made our way with a friend to his home, Naomi was waiting for us outside. She took
us in.
First the professor wanted that she should serve us refreshments, but I said, "O no,
Professor, we've just come to talk with you."
Of course, on my part, this was very impolite; because there (in the East) to refuse the
hospitality of refreshments, upon entering a home, is almost an insult. So, in the end, we were
served refreshments.