Rights Reserved By HDM For This Digital - The Wesley Center Online
Rights Reserved By HDM For This Digital - The Wesley Center Online
Rights Reserved By HDM For This Digital - The Wesley Center Online
- No tags were found...
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
His face lit up with tenderness as he said of Jesus, "No wonder you love Him so. O our<br />
hearts were so strangely warmed as we read of these things. You know what I said to my wife?<br />
'She is converting us.' ,,<br />
"O no, Rabbi, I could never convert you. God forbid! <strong>For</strong> if I did it, you would be worse<br />
off than you ever were before."<br />
"But you're doing something to us."<br />
"Well, just say that I'm showing you the light."<br />
"All right. You are showing me the light. You are. My wife asked me if I paid you for the<br />
little Book. I told her I offered to, but you wouldn't let me. 'But,' she said, 'surely you offered to do<br />
something for her.' I said, 'No, I didn't think of anything else.' She said, 'Well, if you see her again,<br />
ask her to come and have Passover with us next year.' Surely God is in this, because I now see you<br />
again. And I'm asking, 'Will you come and take Passover with us next April?' "<br />
In my mind, I thought, "Next April -- a year? <strong>The</strong> Messiah might come before then. Drive<br />
nearly seventeen hundred miles to be in their home?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> Holy Spirit said, "Yes."<br />
So I said, "Yes, I'll be glad to come for Passover next year."<br />
<strong>The</strong> year passed quickly. <strong>The</strong> Lord had arranged that I could make the trip. It was time for<br />
me to go. I fasted during the day. I was fearful. Go to his home when it was Passover? When he<br />
would have many Jews there, Jews of his own congregation? His family? Jews from another town?<br />
<strong>The</strong> same day I had seen the rabbi, one Jewish man from a nearby town had put me out of his store,<br />
digging his hand into the muscles of my arm as he did so. He was invited. (However, he did not<br />
come.)<br />
I made the trip. Six-thirty of the day came -- the hour of the Passover meal. I knocked on the<br />
door. He opened it. He had his little black yalinuka on his head and, as I entered, he laid his hands<br />
on my head to pronounce the Passover blessing upon me.<br />
In my heart I was thrilled. I had been living under the Passover blood for many years.<br />
Thank God! It had covered me. Thank God it had cleansed me from all sin! But I did not say this to<br />
him now. He knew I was a believer in the Lord Jesus. Only he and his wife did know.<br />
He introduced me to several people and seated me next to a man from a distant city who<br />
also had been educated to be a rabbi. We talked of this and that.<br />
He said, "I can see you have traveled quite a bit."<br />
"Yes, sir," I said, "I do travel."