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In Jeremiah 23, God says that the time would come when the children of Israel would no
more say, "Blessed be the Lord God of our fathers who has brought us up out of the land of Egypt,"
but they would say, "Blessed be the Lord God that has brought us from the north country." That
prophecy surely is coming to pass before our very eyes. In the last few years, hundreds and
thousands of Jews have come out of Russia, and there are many more thousands, yea, several
millions that want to leave Russia and come to Israel, their homeland. They have not lost their
identity through all the attempts of the Communists to assimilate them and cause them to lose touch
with the Jewish religion.
When we were in Israel in 1968, from our third-story apartment house in Haifa, we looked
out over the Mediterranean Sea coast and saw countless numbers of high-rise apartment buildings
going up -- ten, fifteen stories high. Many of them were finished but vacant. Strangely, more were
being built. When we inquired why, the Israelis said to us, "Ah, these are for our brethren who are
soon to come." Such faith!
One Sabbath (Saturday) afternoon of this same trip, my husband and I walked up to Mt.
Zion and saw hundreds of Jewish people in their own national dress, sitting on benches, all facing
one direction, ahead of them, on a raised platform, were about eight rabbis with long, black coats,
black beards and round kastan (fur) hats. They were preaching and praying. Their faces were wet
with tears as they exhorted. I could hear the congregation, dressed in multi-colored garments,
responding, "Allelujah! Amen!" (It is wonderful that these two words are the same in any
language.)
I wondered what this was, so I went over to a soldier and said, "Sir, what is this?"
"It's a prayer meeting," he answered.
"For what?"
"O they're praying that Russia will let our people go."
By faith! And now in 1971, God was answering their prayers!
After about two hours, I finally got through customs. I pushed and dragged my suitcases out
to the sidewalk, and there I stood. "Lord, where am I going to spend the night? Where, Lord? The
AAA said there's no room within seventy miles, Lord."
I'd written many friends that I was coming, but only one group down near Haifa knew what
day or on what plane I was coming. I said, "Lord, if it's Your will that I go to them, then let one of
them meet me, but if it's not Your will, then let someone else meet me." Though how anyone else
would know which plane was mine, I did not know.
I was standing on the curb when a man, an Israeli, came along. He said, "Taxi, lady?"
"I don't know," I answered. I was in sort of a daze.