We got a SIM chip for Michael’s phone and left Tel Aviv. Michael navigated for us, thanks to Google maps on his phone. About halfway there, every time we topped a hill and saw a city, Sissy said, “Is this Jerusalem?” But finally we topped a hill and there was the largest city that we had seen yet. This time Sissy’s question was answered yes. As we got closer, there over the Holy City was the biggest full moon I think I’ve ever seen. Of course, the first thought in our minds was about the impending Blood Moon of prophecy.
A lunar eclipse is called a blood moon because the moon turns a deep red due to the shadow of the earth passing between it and the sun. Jesus said, “There will be signs in the sun, moon and stars,” (Luke 21:25). And the prophet Joel said, “The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord,” (Joel 2:31, emphasis mine). A few years ago, Pastor Mark Biltz discovered that there was going to be a Blood Moon Tetrad. That is, four lunar eclipses in a row, coinciding with the Feasts of Passover (the first feast of the Jewish calendar year) and Tabernacles (the last feast of the year) two years in a row with no partial lunar eclipses in between. Each time that a Tetrad has occurred like this it has been significant for Israel (follow the link to learn more).
After our experience in Tel Aviv (see Rough Landing in the Holyland), we were concerned—especially after reading the landlord’s last email, which said that we would be staying on -1 floor. In Milan, that would be a basement. So we were picturing something dark and damp. Instead, our apartment turns out to be in a building built into the side of a hill. We have a lovely view, yet no street noise at all—it’s the best of all possible places.
So yesterday, our first day in Jerusalem, we wanted to go to the Western Wall, also known as the Wailing Wall. First we took a walk through the Jewish Market to Jaffa Street because I needed to meet with a missionary there. Rob had contacted me about staying in Milan while he deals with his visa issues. He had wanted to stay at my apartment next week, while I’m still in Israel. I was about to write back to him, saying that I’m sorry, but there will be nobody to let him in. Then I noticed that his visa issues were with Israel. Upon investigation, it turned out that he’s here. Since I don’t believe in coincidence, this had to be a God-incidence. So I met Rob at his building, where he works for a church. Being Sunday, the church is very busy, with one group after another holding their services there. I gave Rob Nina’s set of keys.
Since Nina, Sissy, and Michael don’t understand English, we decided not to stay for the next service (starting in 45 minutes). Instead, we walked on to the Western Wall. As we approached the David Tower we saw a giant wedding dress dancing on the breeze over the city. Holy Goosebumps time! We took picture after picture, trying to capture the dress as, well, dress-like. Often in the wind it just looked like a big, lacy banner of some sort.
At the Western Wall, there was a crowd of people, but nothing like there will be once the Feast is in full-swing. On the women’s side, there were women touching the wall, weeping in prayer. Other women held Prayer Books over their faces and were davening in prayer (that is rocking their upper bodies as they pray). My first time at the Wall, I remember the prayer gushing out of me like a fountain so that it made me rock. I understand davening very well after that experience—it was a supernatural response to the presence of God. Again, this was a strong experience of prayer. As I prayed for my family, I felt like Jesus was pointing out to me that I was surrounded here by His family. He loves His like I love mine, and He won’t let any of them be lost.
After about half an hour, we backed slowly away from the wall, and went to our pre-arranged meeting place for meeting Fabio and Michael. They arrived just moments after we did.
A Jewish American that we met had told us that there was supposed to be a million Christians meeting at the Wall. It’s a big place, but I doubt that it could possibly hold a million people. When we asked what organization, he said, “I don’t know. I heard Christian, that’s all.”
Today on the Mount of Olives we waited in a café while Fabio and Michael parked the car. There we met a group of people touring as a group called Feast of Tabernacles. It is apparently a huge group, and those we met were Dutch. Hannah sat with us and told us that on Thursday there will be a march through Jerusalem of 6000 people. Furthermore, Hannah said that there is a Rabbinical teaching that says that when the goyim (gentiles) come to celebrate the Feast of Tabernacles, the Messiah will appear. That was another Holy Goosebumps moment!
Our time here has only just begun, but it has been a time of ministry (hospitality to Rob), prophetic importance (the Blood Moon), and Holy Goosebumps moments. I can’t wait to see what’s next! God is good!