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<strong>Digital</strong> Edition 06/07/99<br />
<strong>By</strong> Holiness Data Ministry<br />
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BACK COVER TEXT<br />
Israel, O My People!<br />
Follow a dynamic little Jewish woman (not five feet tall) into such places as a baker's<br />
shop, the emergency room of a large city hospital, the trial of the mass murderer, Adolf Eichmann.<br />
Israel, O My People is the story of Irene Hanley's fearless, compassionate effort to share her happy<br />
discovery of the Messiah.<br />
Leading a Chinese patient to the Lord by means of sign language while she washes his feet;<br />
baking cookies in the home of a Jewish stranger; praying with an anxious unwed mother aboard a<br />
Delta Jet; dropping in unexpectedly on a French convent, the deep moving purpose of her life is to<br />
make Christ known.<br />
From Israelis who suffered personally at the hands of Eichmann to the rabbi of the local<br />
synagogue; from a haughty, modern young Saul in Jerusalem to the seventeen-year-old Jewish boy<br />
handing out Communist literature on an American street corner, the love of Christ leads her where<br />
others fear to enter.<br />
Here is a book with deep insight into what it means to be a Jew, but especially of what<br />
Christ can mean to both Jew and Gentile.<br />
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IN MEMORY<br />
She trekked through mud and snow, through rain and heat, summer, fall, winter, and spring.<br />
<strong>For</strong> eight years she knocked at my door, took spittle and abuse, but she led me to the Lord Jesus<br />
Christ. Her name was Myrtle DeVries.<br />
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DEDICATION<br />
I wish to dedicate this book to my husband and two children. How well I remember one<br />
day as they took me to the old-fashioned railroad station, the three of them. <strong>The</strong>y were bidding me<br />
good-bye for a week. <strong>The</strong>y were smiling as I boarded the train. I hurriedly ran to the club car so I<br />
could see them from the platform. Patty, seven years old, was hugging her daddy's legs and