"Hear Oh Yisra'el, Yahweh Our Elohim, Yahweh is One"
Covert Report: Code Name Rivka
Covert Report: Code Name Rivka
Ten, we went. Excited, naive, following the cloud of Yahweh’s direction. We wanted to be obedient and spy out THE LAND, knowing we would come back with a glowing report. Nothing too hard about that – we were appointed, anointed, and on our way.Not a problem. Then we woke up!
We were expecting to find that famous Jew with golden tsit-tsit flying, waiting to teach us what it is like to walk with Yahweh daily while we were busy squandering and whoring. Uh – not exactly.
Arriving in Tel Aviv after 26 hours of “getting there” we snuck carefully through customs and were on our way to Jerusalem. I forgot it would seem like a “foreign country” – they didn’t even speak English very well! On the way, our guide stopped at the side of the road and we drank the most refreshing and cool water from a pipe out of the side of a mountain. He told us the source is somewhere under the Temple Mount – nobody knows exactly where or why. As we drank, a car full of young Arab men came and piled out, trying to talk to us. Nobody understood them, and we were a little –OK, a whole lot – afraid of them. One young man then filled a bottle he had brought and offered me a drink, smiling and shy. Ashamed, I almost missed the best drink of my life.
So began a round of surprises, some wonderful and some just awful, which hallmarked the entire trip.We were immediately thrust into a whirlwind of meetings, being hauled around in a hurry in a not-so-roomy but bullet-proof van from average farmer to government potentate to brave bereaved mother to wild-eyed pioneer to rabbis in education to … well, you see what I mean. The first thing we realized was that we needed to rebel against the schedule where we could , so that we could have our Spy Debriefing and Reaffirming of The Faith time daily. Since mutiny didn’t work very well, we just stayed up late every night to huddle, pray and encourage. And laugh. Sometimes cry. Whatever, we were challenged and tried , and stayed faithful, behaving ourselves and upholding Yahshua all the way.
My report is EXCELLENT!!! Brother Judah was, for the most part, happy – at least interested – OK, sometimes scared – to meet us. We were pretty amazed at meeting brother Judah. The most lasting impact I feel of the people is that Judah is laying down their very hearts, souls and lives for The Land. Their Land and Our Land. They need our help, and I felt pretty much like a slouch about it. One of the most poignant moments of the trip was when we met Leah and Rabbi Moshe in Itimar. Ben Ehrhardt had been listening to Arutz Sheva the night her settlement neighbors were being attacked. She had called the radio show from the “Safe Room” in her house, not knowing if she and her family would die next. She begged, “Ephraim – COME HOME! We NEED you!!” Obviously, not a dry eye n the bunch as this dear Leah ran from her house and tried to hug us all at the same time (we REALLY should have watched the diet). Ben, in their lovely home, over treats, tearfully told her, “Here we are – help your government to let us come home”.Wow.
In fact, ”Wow” became a word well-used on this trip. As we explained to one Yehudite after another who we were, we kept hearing it. Wow. As we met one brave citizen after another and heard their faith expressed, we kept saying it, too. Wow.
One day we were in the Van Hellion driving through the land of Benjamin on the way to Ephraimite Land. By His Ruach, we all began to cry and shout as we passed the border. “We’re Home!” “ Baruch HaShem Yahweh”! This would have been very nice, but there was one amazing detail. As we crossed the unmarked boundary between Judah’s land (Benjamin) into the land of the Ten Lost Tribes (Ephraim), nobody told us we had crossed over. We just knew. Baruch HaShem Yahweh, indeed.
There is so much to relate this little spy is just plumb tuckered out. All in all, I can summarize by saying that THE LAND is indeed flowing with milk, honey, flowers. oranges that look like grapefruits, and every blessing possible. To live there and join our brothers and sisters is now my passionate dream. These people make me want to be a better me. Those who are too steeped in their Talmudic traditions to find time to read their Tanak will be surprised when Yahweh brings us home without giving up Yahshua, but we will be sure to invite them to the party. We know the Real people will rejoice with us, and Yahweh will come from afar off to greet us. No giants or adversaries too big. Yahweh can take this land, and He will have no trouble making these two sticks ONE in HIS HAND!!!!!
Rivka
Allen, Heidi, Rivka & Ruth going up to the Temple Mount
Overlooking the ancient path into the Land
