"He is not here, he has risen."
Looking back at Israel, I realized that we have been blessed more than we could ever have dreamt or imagined.
We went to Israel only for 1 week, but it is a week that I will never forget.
We might think that it is hard to live in South Africa, but we have no idée. Jews and Moslems fight over land and their religions. The capital city Jerusalem is torn between the Jews and the Palestine. In the midst of everything, they miss the only thing that really matters, our Savior that was crucified right there 2000 years ago, to take all the punishment for there sins, so that they can have life in abundance.
My heart broke in pieces when we met some Jews and went to Prays and Worship with them the first evening in Jerusalem. They took us to a plain in the middle of the market place where we had so much fun talking to each other about Jesus and God. We sang some of our songs and they some of theirs. The sad part was that they love the Lord so much , but they do not no his Son and our Savior Jesus Christ.
Everywhere on my journey I asked people how they became a Moslem or a Jew and the answer was always the same. They were born as a Moslem or Jew into a family.....!!!
It is by the grace of God and by the grace of God alone that I was raised in a Christian home!!!!
The crazy thing is, that we who have grown up knowing Jesus, come here to encourage the local believers only to find that we are more encouraged by them. I see how God do miraculous things through them and how they live only for Christ, because they know what it is to live without Jesus.
To walk around in Jerusalem was amazing and to go to Bethlehem was just wonderful, but the one thing that stood on the door of the Garden Tomb was " He is not here, He has risen" and I realized that Jesus lives in my heart, he isn't there anymore.
Gal 2:20 " My old self has been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me."