August 28th- Day 5

August 28^th, 2017- Day 5
That morning we joined a group called “Never be Silent” from Denmark, where we walked on the Rampart walls of Jerusalem to pray over the city and the people. We started at Jaffa Gate then went around all the way to Zion’s gate. Isaiah 62:6 kept coming to mind while doing the walk. It was amazing to be walking the walls of Jerusalem just as the watchmen had done. We prayed Isaiah 61:10-11, and 62:1-11 over Jerusalem. The guide for the walk was saying that this wasn’t a prayer walk but a time to speak/read His Word over the city and also proclaiming it back to God, reminding God of his promises and covenant to the people. It says in His Word to remind God of His word. This walk was a great experience and so meaningful. It really touched my heart.

Afterwards we headed to a restaurant where the Jewish owners treat the “Never Be Silent groups” with pastries. Many of us also had fresh squeezed pomegranate juice or coffee along with our chocolate croissants at a café. Israeli’s squeeze all their juice so it is always fresh and tasty. Israel has the best, richest tasting pomegranates ever! Our family then headed to Yad Vashem (the Holocaust Museum). The lady at the front desk told us that it means a lot to see when Americans come to show their support and love. Israeli’s just want peace and unity. They don’t want war and killing anymore; they just want peace.  Visiting Yad VaShem is one of the main things I wanted to do while there in Israel. I had so many tearful  moments there. The pictures, recordings, stories and more hurt me. Seeing the actual clothes and shoes that were worn by people who died there was heart breaking.  These were actual people that actually experienced the Holocaust. Videos of children who survived and are now very old,  told the stories of the many horrors.  How could such terrible things happen to innocent, loving people… people in general? It is shocking that there are groups trying to use propaganda and say that the Holocaust never existed. What a horror in itself. We saw the proof! While at the museum there were about 80 IDF soldiers touring around. It meant a lot to see the military paying their respects to the people that passed many many years ago. It makes me so sad and angry when Muslims say the holocaust never happened because the evidence is there. One moment that made me cry at the end was a room full of books that each had a Hebrew name on them. There were thousands of books in there of people who had passed and these weren’t even all of the 6 million people who were murdered, just because of their ethnicity!  It made me broken hearted but I remembered that God knew each of their names, their thoughts, the joyous movements and their really hard moments, and He knew how many hairs were on each of their heads. Even though it was hard going through the museum, it was needed and it has placed more love for these precious people on my heart. If you ever go to Israel, I highly suggest to tour at Yad Vashem.  

After the museum, we drove to try to find King of Kings Congregation ,where some of our new  friends/contacts go. We found the street so we knew we were close but couldn’t find parking-which is a challenge in Jerusalem- so we missed the service and connecting up with our contacts. This was our only time to not be successful in getting where we were attempting to be, so I guess it wasn’t meant to be. However, I was really looking forward to going there … especially for the worship.

This day was a full and great day. We experienced many emotions- both extreme highs and extreme lows that all impacted our hearts and began to unite our hearts with the Jewish people and the nation of Israel.