The sun has set in Jerusalem. Independence Day is over (though I heard fireworks in the distance not long ago).
I joined the crowds last night and rejoiced with Israel for 64 years of independence, 64 years of having a homeland once again. God is not a man that He should lie. He has his reasons for tarrying. Israel waited and waited for their own country, and in 1948 the LORD finally restored it to them.
God is faithful to perform that which He has promised, even if it seems like we’ve been waiting so long.
Israel’s Memorial Day is purposely scheduled to be the day before Independence Day. From the solemnity of stopping even driving at the sound of the bomb siren to a national dance party the next, the juxtaposition of the two holidays reminds quite firmly that there is hope in sorrow and there is a deep price to joyous freedom.
We’re in the last days of the Passover holiday in Israel. What is now called Passover is actually three festivals over eight days: Passover, Feast of Unleavened Bread and Feast of First Fruits. I had a friend tell me, “You’re always talking about the feasts and I don’t know what you mean.” So I felt this was a good time to give a review.