Reason To Celebrate: Reflections on Israel’s 70th Anniversary

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Who has heard such a thing? Who has seen such things? Shall a land be born in one day? Shall a nation be brought forth in one moment? For as soon as Zion was in labor she brought forth her children. (Isaiah 66:8)

I just returned from a very fruitful time teaching to a wide variety of groups on Vancouver Island. I was primarily in the Victoria area, but also presented my “God’s Epic Story” seminar in Ladysmith about an hour north of there.

Being in one of the most beautiful regions on this planet during a very gorgeous time of year wasn’t lost on me. The Lord provided all sorts of wonderful surprises along the way, both in terms of delightful scenic spots and in spending time with old and new friends.

But a week ago Monday was especially difficult for me as it marked 70 years since the birth of the modern state of Israel (according to the Gregorian calendar) and the U.S. became the first country to move its embassy to the capital, Jerusalem. That wasn’t the difficult part,however. What was difficult was the time I spent scanning major Canadian news sources only to discover that they buried the story and/or portrayed it as a Palestinian tragedy. That was a day of Palestinian tragedy is clear, but none of these news outlets provided the kind of complex coverage needed to paint an accurate picture of the whole situation.

The entire world would do well to applaud the achievements of the State of Israel in spite of – even because of -all its challenges. That we have lived to see this day is a great privilege. For 2000 years the Jewish people were relegated to the fringes of both history and the world community. Only a few, first among Christians and only later Jews, aligned themselves with God’s promises in the Bible, and began to envision the return to Zion. Against all odds, from the early Jewish settlers until now, Israel has not only survived, but thrived, and has become a blessing to the world through its advancements in all kinds of technology, all the while facing an existential threat each and every day.

To miss this great accomplishment is to be blind to a miracle of God.

Those who can’t accept Israel’s existence, but rather believe they have a claim on the Jewish people’s divine inheritance understandably cannot join in the celebration. I do believe that the bulk of responsibility for the plight of the Palestinians falls on the shoulders of their own leadership. The refusal to negotiate in good faith and to work toward a compromise agreeable to both parties has been the cause of ongoing strife and unnecessary suffering.

That the media in Canada and elsewhere allows the arrogance and nearsightedness of the Palestinian leadership to define the narrative is absolutely irresponsible and fuels the deception and destruction. Israel cannot compete for media attention when groups like Hamas allow civilians, including children, to purposely be in harm’s way. Such tactics must be condemned. We should insist that all terrorist activity stop, and not be given a public platform in the meantime.

The establishment, survival, and thriving of Israel is a key component of the grand epic story of God as it demonstrates in such practical terms his enduring faithfulness to the descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. That all is not well shouldn’t distract us from celebrating this great milestone. At the same time, let us pray for the region that peace may come, and that King Messiah will reign over all.

Scriptures taken from the English Standard Version

Why Hanukkah Matters

Large hanukiah in Jerusalem

The Jewish festival of Hanukkah begins this evening, Tuesday, December 12, and lasts eight days. It commemorates the Jewish victory over the occupying Seleucids in the second century before Yeshua. After the reign of Alexander the Great, his empire was split into four, with the Seleucid Empire encompassing much of Alexander’s near-eastern territories, including Israel. Antiochus Epiphanes was king of the Seleucid Empire from 174-164 BC and sought to consolidate his kingdom through assimilation, by forcing Hellenistic (Greek) culture and religion upon the diverse peoples of his domain, including the Jews.

Antiochus outlawed Judaism, erected an altar to Zeus in the Temple in Jerusalem, and defiled the Jewish altar by sacrificing pigs on it. Antiochus’s plan was working as many Jews acquiesced to his assimilation program. Things began to change, however, when a kohen (English: priest) named Mattityahu from the small town of Modi’in sparked a revolt when he killed both a fellow Jew who was willing to comply with the demand to sacrifice to Zeus and the Greek official who issued the demand. Leadership passed to Mattityahu’s son Judah, nicknamed Maccabee, the name also associated with those who joined the rebellion. The revolt soon led to the cleansing of the Temple and the rededication of the altar on the 25th of Kislev on the Jewish calendar, which coincides with late November/December. Hanukkah means “dedication,” and is a reference to the restoration of the altar.

The most popular feature of the festival is most likely based on legend. It is said that when the Temple was cleansed, there was found only a day’s worth of holy oil for the menorah (the seven-branched lampstand). Apparently it took eight days to make a new batch of oil, but a miracle happened, and the small amount of oil lasted eight days. This is commemorated by the lighting of a special Hanukkah menorah (Hebrew: hanukiah) for eight nights. We also indulge in delicious items fried in oil: latkes (potato pancakes) and sufganiyot (jellied donuts).

While the oil provides much of the symbol and fun of the festival, the actual miracle is wrapped up in the victory itself, as recounted in the traditional prayer, Al Hanissim which include these words:

You delivered the mighty into the hands of the weak, the many into the hands of the few, the impure into the hands of the pure, the wicked into the hands of the righteous, and the wanton sinners into the hands of those who occupy themselves with Your Torah.

The theme of God’s miraculous deliverance is certainly not unique in Israel’s history. Hanukkah’s recounting of great victory over the Seleucids joins earlier ones over the Egyptians at Passover and Persia at Purim, not to mention all sorts of other sensational victories recorded in Scripture. But at the same time each of these provides different aspects of the outworking of God’s faithfulness toward his ancient covenant people. The rescue from Egypt is about bondage, redemption, and the revelation of his Word. Purim demonstrates the providential work of God against the blind hatred of Israel’s enemies. Hanukkah is about the need to resist the insidious nature of the dominant culture and what a few faithful believers can accomplish if only they would take a stand.

While there is much to learn from everything that God has done for Israel in the past, the lessons of Hanukkah illumine some of today’s greatest challenges. Assimilation forces attempting to eradicate biblical faith will eventually fail. But Yeshua’s triumph over evil will not occur apart from his followers. He pledged to build a community against which the very gates of hell will not prevail (see Matthew 16:18). His kingdom will work through the world just as leaven permeates a clump of dough (Matthew 13:33). And the movement that began small in his day will grow into a gigantic tree (Matthew 13:31-32).

The growth of his everlasting kingdom (Daniel 2:44) was not and will never be dependent on the cultural climate. Yet it requires the tenacity of the Maccabees, willing to take a stand for God’s ways, no matter the cost. Unlike the Maccabees, this is not a military battle (Ephesians 6:12) but a life and death struggle nonetheless. One that will be opposed and criticized; its adherents misunderstood and ostracized (Matthew 10:22). Yet the victory is guaranteed (Revelation 11:15).

The Maccabean victory was not simply another win for God’s people. It was a necessary stand to ensure the ongoing nature of God’s plans and purposes. The divine destiny of Israel and Messiah depended on their sacrifice. Not alone as crucial players in God’s rescue operation of the creation rooted in Abraham, they certainly were true to God’s call on their lives.

May the same be said about us. It is time to stop giving in to the prevailing mood of moral and spiritual decline in our day and allow Yeshua’s kingdom power to be displayed through us. To do that requires, like the Maccabees of old, standing against the current cultural pressures to conform. But more than simply resist, we must also, like the Maccabees, engage the great powers of our day and demonstrate the superior nature of the earth’s true king.

Jerusalem the Beautiful


With all the commotion in response to the U.S. President’s announcement last week regarding recognizing Jerusalem as Israel’s capital, it is easy to forget that real people’s lives are at stake. Personalizing political decisions should in no way diminish or distract from their national and international importance. If I read the Bible correctly, we are called to keep the Big Picture and the details in mind at all times, no matter how much they might appear to be in tension.

The Big Picture aspects of the President’s announcement are vast. So much has been said since Wednesday, but I am convinced that he did the right thing. Jerusalem is the capital of Israel. It is unjust that until less than a week ago, the Middle East’s only true democracy was the only country in this troubled world whose capital was denied by all other nations.

I commend to you two items that are most helpful. The first is from Honest Reporting, an agency that seeks to correct anti-Israel bias in the media. This piece provides general historical and political context to last Wednesday’s announcement:

The second is the speech by Nikki Haley, U.S. ambassador to the United Nations, given at Friday’s emergency session of the UN Security Council, where she clearly lays out the what the President said and what he did not say in his announcement two days’ prior.

Whatever our viewpoint might be on this and related issues, let us take the time to pray for the peace of Jerusalem. Pray for the people living there, Jews, Arabs, and others. I will never forget when I was there a couple of years ago. I was heading back to where I was staying from my first solo walk around the Old City. I happened upon an Armenian woman, who had been born there many years before. I can’t remember how or why we started talking, but she exclaimed, “This is the most beautiful city in the world!” She was right. There is a beauty that is intrinsic to Jerusalem that is incomparable. But it’s a beauty beyond its geographical landscape and architecture, ancient and modern. It’s the beauty of God that permeates its very existence.

It’s no wonder that the President’s announcement caused so much reaction. Jerusalem is no run-of-the-mill city. The Maccabees (it’s Hanukkah this week!) knew that over 2000 years ago, and we have celebrated their victory ever since. The Armenian woman knew that. The President knows it. And in some way, millions of others know it too. But could you imagine what would happen if we used even a small portion of our reactions to Jerusalem news to offer up a prayer for help and blessing to Almighty God?

Please pray for the men, women, boys, and girls for whom this is far more than a news story. Pray that world leaders would make wise decisions, putting the welfare of their people ahead of national interests. At the same time may justice prevail for all. May God’s will be done!

A Clay Pot Nation

Western Wall and The Dome of the Rock, Jerusalem, Israel

The Temple Mount captured by Israel on July 7, 1967 illustrates the complexity of the work of God in our in our lives.

But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. (2 Corinthians 4:7)

Earlier this month, June 10, was the fiftieth anniversary of the end of one of the most world-changing events in human history – the Six Day War. I remember it, sort of. I was nine years old, living in Montreal, where we were consumed, not by the affairs of the Middle East, but by Canada’s biggest party ever! – Expo 67. It was the centennial year, commemorating one hundred years since “Confederation,” when we became a “self-governing dominion of the British Empire with a federal structure” ( We like to think that’s when we became an “independent country,” but that’s another, pretty complicated, story.

Aerial view of Expos 67, Montreal

Expo 67, Montreal –

All sorts of special events took place throughout the country in 1967, but nothing was like Expo. From April through October, Expo welcomed over 50 million visitors, including many heads of state such as Queen Elizabeth and French president Charles de Gaulle. During his visit on May 25, U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson signed a proclamation commemorating the Rush-Bagot Treaty of 1817 of one hundred and fifty years earlier, which was a disarmament agreement between the United States and the United Kingdom, the governing power over what later became Canada. This treaty “created the world’s longest east-west boundary – 5527 miles, and the longest demilitarized border in the world” ( What the public didn’t know at the time is that the U.S. President and the Canadian Prime Minister, Lester B. Pearson, had other border issues on their minds as they discussed the possibility of war between Israel and its Arab neighbors. While Canada was partying it up, the fledgling State of Israel was on the brink of destruction. While the one-hundred-year-old vast country was enjoying unprecedented peace with its neighbors, the nineteen-year-old one was about to engage in a fight for their survival.

Israeli paratroopers stand in front of the Western Wall in Jerusalem.

Israeli paratroopers stand in front of the Western Wall in Jerusalem. -GPO 06/07/1967 –

Fifty years later, it is almost impossible to imagine the situation Israel found itself in. Egypt, Syria, Jordan and Iraq were intent on wiping Israel off the map. Ironically, Israel, instead, changed the map. Planning only to undermine their enemies’ ability to destroy them, Israel more than tripled its territory in only six days, capturing the Sinai Peninsula, the West Bank, and the Golan Heights. There was no greater turn of events, however, than the capture of the Old City of Jerusalem. Taken by the Jordanians nineteen years earlier in the War of Independence, the Jewish inhabitants of the Old City were either killed or expelled. Access to the Wailing Wall (now the Western Wall) was forbidden to Jews. The reunification of Jerusalem on June 7, 1967, more than any aspect of the Six Day War, strengthened Israeli nationhood and reconnected the Jewish world to its ancient homeland. In Israeli hands the holy places of the world’s major religions are protected, something that was not the case before that day.

To Israel at the time, with a few exceptions, such as Jerusalem, the captured territories were regarded as bargaining chips for peace. But tragically the Arab world would not come to the table. Still, Israel’s victory of those days along with its commitment to get along with its neighbors eventually did lead to peace treaties with Egypt and Jordan. But despite whatever positives resulted from this astounding military event, they are obscured by a great ambivalence as the tension between Israel and its neighbors continues.

For many, the continuing difficulties faced by Israelis and Palestinians obscures one of the greatest military victories of all time. But what was the alternative? The armistice lines of 1949 were no long-term solution. Israel could not reasonably live within such indefensible borders. The new state wasn’t even recognized by the Arab world – a reality that continues in much of the world today. But since 1967, Israel has been in a much stronger position, allowing it to thrive in spite of ongoing tensions. Few nations could achieve what the Jewish nation has in such a short time under such circumstances. And to think that just prior to the establishment of the state, six million Jews were systematically murdered by an almost-successful genocidal plot.

Far from a sense of ambivalence, we should be awestruck by the Six Day War and its aftermath. Instead of the harsh judgement incessantly targeting Israel, we would do better to celebrate its fortitude and resilience in the midst of an intolerable pressure cooker. Most countries would either crumble or disappear in the face of much less. Not Israel. The pressure instead has created a jewel that should be the envy of the world.

Why should we insist that an endeavor be regarded in a positive light only if the results are 100% positive? Life doesn’t work like that. A life-saving surgery, for example, might result in a scar or a disability, but wouldn’t we still celebrate the surgery as long as it met its main objective, that of saving a life?

The fact is the whole world, not just the Middle East, is not what it should be. Injustice, disease, death, and every kind of evil is part of the human story everywhere. What Israel endures on a national scale is no different from the trials and tribulations we all face due to what the Bible calls sin. But that doesn’t stop millions of people from pretending otherwise.

On a personal level, I have been slow to accept the realities of living in a world so affected by sin. Even with the reality of God in my life and the lives of my loved ones, I am still learning to navigate the brokenness we all share. The Bible tells us that we are fragile, breakable vessels containing great treasure. Because of what the Messiah has done for us, even though the presence and power of God fills our lives to overflowing, the troubled aspects of our humanness are not eradicated. To expect perfection from ourselves and others is a dead-end. We will learn to thrive only as we accept the great number of ambiguities that continue in this age.

The challenges we face as individuals are so wonderfully demonstrated by Israel. God’s covenantal faithfulness to the natural descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is vividly displayed through a long and troubled history; no less so in the events of June 1967 and following. The ongoing tensions certainly need to be addressed, just like the issues in our own lives. Let’s not be put off by the presence of problems. Rather, let’s look to God for his help in the midst of them.

A Hanukkah Message for Christmas

For the first time since 1978, the first evening of Hanukkah coincides with Christmas Eve. And while the two holidays share little between them besides historical and geographical context as well as approximate time of observance, Hanukkah has something to teach us this Christmas season.

The following image, contrasting the scene at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin in 1939 with 2014 caught my attention today (it was posted on Facebook by the Israel Project):

Brandenburg Gate, Berlin. In 1939 huge Nazi flags were flown from it. In 2014 a large Hanukah menorah was on display.

The survival of the people of Israel through the centuries is more than an interesting feature of history, it is an expression of God’s creation design through which we best understand the world. And what happened at the first Hanukkah preserved the integrity of God’s design.

Few people are aware that without Hanukkah there would be no Christmas, because the survival of the people of Israel was an essential part of God’s plan to make himself known to the nations of the world. Contrary to popular sentiment, the world was not waiting for a Savior to come. The Bible tells us that prior to Yeshua’s coming, the Gentiles (non-Jews) were “without hope and without God in the world” (Ephesians 2:12; NIV). The only ones waiting for salvation (which is what the name Yeshua/Jesus means) were the Jews, having been prepared by God through the Hebrew Prophets for centuries. Among the Messiah’s detailed predicted qualifications was that he was to come from a distinctly Jewish family heritage. Therefore, it was absolutely essential that the people of Israel retained a distinct religious and cultural existence at the time of his coming.

The particular threat that had fallen upon Israel in the second century before Yeshua’s coming was intended to destroy Israel’s national identity. The Greco-Syrian emperor Antiochus Epiphanes had sought to consolidate his rule by imposing Greek culture and religion upon the various people groups within his domain. Many Jewish people of that day went along with his insidious plan. The God-ordained distinctive nature of Israel would been erased through forced assimilation if it had not been for the Maccabean uprising, when a relatively small Jewish army successfully fought off their great oppressors and restored the purity of biblical religion to their land. It was the faith of the few that ensured that a distinct Jewish nation was in place in the Land of Israel at the coming of the Messiah about 160 years later.

Nationhood in general, not just with regard to the Jewish people, is not an accident of history, but the outcome of God’s providence. As Paul made clear in Athens, “And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place” (Acts 17:26). National distinctions are not the result of humanly defined social constructs, but of God. While racial pride, prejudice, and oppression are the results of sin, national boundaries and differences in culture in and of themselves are not.

Christmas indeed marks the dawning of the extension of the Abrahamic blessing to the nations: “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men” (Luke 2:14; KJV). The reality of the one true God, which for the most part was the sole possession of a unique people, would now be shared with all nations, but not unto the dismantling of national distinctions. Rather it was to culminate in a gathering “from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages” (Revelation 7:9). It is a misnomer that one of the key purposes of the Gospel is to do away with national distinctives. So-called racial blindness and the breaking down of nationality may sound appealing, but it is contrary to God’s purposeful design.

I believe that one of the reasons why the State of Israel is the object of continued distain is that it is considered a nationalistic relic in the face of ever-increasing globalization. While one-world advocates call for the removal of national boundaries, Israel stands apart. It’s not as if Jews have not been open to being absorbed by the rest of the world. On the contrary, whether it was the assimilated Jews of the Maccabean era or of Germany prior to the rise of the Nazis, we have tried to fit in, but God has had other plans.

God indeed desires unity, but his version of it ingeniously takes into account the beautiful international mosaic of diverse peoples. This was brilliantly established by the early Jewish believers when they decided to not require Gentile followers of the Messiah to embrace Jewish culture in order to be full members of the new messianic community. This opened the door for each nation to work out for itself their unique contribution to the vast family of God. Yet tragically, as the church quickly became predominately Gentile, it failed to effectively provide this freedom, beginning with snuffing out its Jewish component by seeing itself as the New (or True) Israel. Much has changed in this area in the last century or so, but there is still a ways to go. This is largely due to the continuation of replacement theology (defined as “the Church is Israel”) among believers as well as false and destructive notions of unity in the world around us.

God-given distinctives are under constant assault today, not only with regard to nationality, but also having to do with sexuality and gender roles. In the name of equality, social engineers, politicians, and not a few religious leaders are seeking to impose sameness. But God didn’t intend a world of sameness, but one of intentional variety. He began his creation by separating light from darkness and brought it to a climax in the distinction of male and female. Peoplehood distinctions followed immediately afterwards.

That which makes you a unique individual rests upon the foundation of true diversity. This is not a diversity of our own making, one that casts off God’s design. We cannot be anything or whatever we want, but we can be all that God wants us to be. The only way for that to happen is to accept and insist upon our God-given distinctives. Because of the Maccabees, this is something we can celebrate this Christmas.

New York City Reflection #5: The Greatest Home Run of My Life

I didn’t hit this home run. It’s a home run that happened to me. That’s sounds strange, except that we are talking metaphorically here. I am using a home run metaphor, because it happened during our recent trip to New York, where Robin and I attended a most unusual baseball tournament. If you haven’t read my other posts, you can see them in order here. I am also using the home run metaphor to emphasize the impact that one person’s relatively small action had on my life. One person’s initiative. One person’s courage. One person’s faith. The result: the complete transformation of my life from a panic-stricken, depressed and aimless youth to an overwhelming grateful husband and father who has lived a Great Adventure.

If you read my first reflection from our trip, entitled, “Crying Over Breakfast”, you know how our trip to New York was the second time in forty years of my being there. The first time was when my panic attacks began as I was eating breakfast in Manhattan. It was these panic attacks that were the impetus of my asking Yeshua into my life a few months later. I wept as I was struck by how much God has done for me through all these years. But it’s possible that I was also anticipating a very special meeting that was due to occur a few days later just before we would be heading home.

For the past forty years I have had the privilege of telling my story to people all over Canada and other parts of the world. Each time I explain how I met Jon, a friend of a friend. He was visiting Montreal from California, and gave me a remarkably clear and effective presentation of the trustworthiness of the Bible, the prophecies in the Old Testament that pointed to Yeshua (Jesus), and the process of being restored to a right relationship with God through him. Jon led me in a prayer asking God to forgive my sins and asking Yeshua to take over my life. I knew at the time something special was going on, but I didn’t know how special. I became a brand new person! I give God all the credit, but Jon was his chosen instrument that day. And did he ever hit it out of the park!

Jon remained in town for only a short time afterwards. Over the next couple of years, we talked on the phone a bit and exchanged a few letters, but never got to see each other again…until a couple of weeks ago in Brooklyn. Some time ago Jon and his family moved to the area. So knowing he was in the vicinity I contacted him and we sat down together for the first time in forty years.

It was surreal. It was so special to see him and to meet his wife after all this time as well to have my wife, Robin, finally meet this up-until-now mythic person. Over dinner we got caught up as much as we could in one meeting, Jon wanting to know as much detail of our lives as possible. And if you know some of how God’s grace has worked in and through my family, perhaps you could relate to how Jon must have felt.

Jon & Ellen

Having dinner with Jon & Ellen just before the final game at the World Baseball Qualifier, Coney Island, Brooklyn

There is an interesting true story told at the end of the baseball movie, “Moneyball,” which doesn’t exactly parallel what Jon did forty years ago, but illustrates how as we are true to what God calls us to do, we may not always be aware of its impact. Keep on swinging! You  never know when you will hit the Big One.

New York City Reflection #4: Conflicted

There we were. Team Israel had just won the final game of the Brooklyn Qualifier to advance to the March 2017 World Baseball Classic, and I am feeling somewhat numb. I was certainly happy that Israel would get to play in what amounts to the World Cup of Baseball for the very first time, but shouldn’t I be much more excited?

Team Great Britain (on left) and Team Israel prior to World Baseball Classic Qualifier, MCU Park, Coney Island, Brooklyn

Great Britain (on left) and Israel getting ready for their first matchup at the World Baseball Qualifier.

It was this unusual sporting event that brought my wife, Robin, and I to the New York area. Brazil, Great Britain, Israel, and Pakistan were competing for the final spot in the Classic. Israel just missed qualifying four years ago, when they lost to Spain in the final game of the 2012 Qualifier in extra innings.

Israel flag as end of aisle marker at World Baseball Qualifier, MCU Park, Coney Island, Brooklyn

I never thought this would be how I would find my seat at a baseball park.

We had never experienced anything like this before! Robin and I both grew up in a very Jewish part of Montreal. Our lives have taken us into many different cultural experiences beyond that of our native heritage. So it was very special for us to travel to Brooklyn, one of the most Jewish cities in the world, to root for Team Israel along with a couple of thousand other Jewish fans. It was absolutely delightful to be with religious and nonreligious members of our community. And that they won made it even better!

But why wasn’t the taste of victory sweeter?

Was it that this marked the beginning of the end of our remarkable time in the New York area, as I realized we were to head home the next day? If you have read my other reflections, you know about the incredibly moving times we had at the Holocaust Memorial near our hotel and the 9/11 Memorial in Manhattan. These were but two of the many meaningful and delightful shared experiences Robin and I had together during our six-day trip. Through our over thirty-six years of marriage, we have had several getaways, but there was something so very precious about this particular time, and it was coming to a close. But I don’t think that was it.

I think I know what it was. Even though our team won, I was conflicted. You may remember how it came about that we attended this event. If not, briefly: I provide chapel services for the Ottawa Champions professional baseball team. I was having coffee with the player who acts as a liaison between myself and the team. Turned out that he was due to play for Team Great Britain in the Brooklyn Qualifier and their first game was to be against Israel. This was the first I heard about all this, and I thought it would be wonderful to attend in order to both support this player and to cheer on Team Israel. But herein lies the conflict. The way it worked out Great Britain and Brazil played in a semifinal to see who would meet Israel in the deciding game. The result was both our dream and nightmare, because while we wanted Israel to win, we didn’t want Great Britain to lose.

It was surreal both times these two team met as we stood to sing the national anthems of both countries. Being Canadian, we grew up singing “God Save the Queen” in the days before “O Canada” became our official national anthem in 1980. The former remains Canada’s royal anthem. That’s all to say that while we don’t necessarily have great feelings of connection to Great Britain per se, “God Save the Queen” is still our country’s song. But Hatikvah, the national anthem of the State of Israel, is also our song. Here is a translation of the Hebrew original:

As long as the Jewish spirit is yearning deep in the heart,
With eyes turned toward the East, looking toward Zion,
Then our hope – the two-thousand-year-old hope – will not be lost:
To be a free people in our land,
The land of Zion and Jerusalem

To sing this song along with our kinsman at MCU Park in Brooklyn makes the occasion much more than a sporting event. It’s a statement of enduring connection. But that takes nothing away from our love for Canada, “our home and native land.” So whether it was “God Save the Queen” or simply the participation of the Ottawa player playing for Great Britain, my heart was divided.

British & Israeli National Anthems:

Something else happened that underscores the complexity of the situation. Through my involvement with Baseball Chapel, I have had some telephone contact with Frank Reynoso, the New York City area director for the Fellowship of Christian Athletes (FCA). We met in person for the first time during Israel’s second game of the tournament, playing Brazil. We chatted about our respective backgrounds and current ministries. Me a Jewish guy from Montreal and follower of Yeshua (Jesus) the last forty years, ten kids, homeschoolers, itinerant Bible teacher. Frank, born in New York, parents from Dominican Republic, grew up on the street, drug lord whose life was eventually radically transformed by Jesus. Afterwards, Robin asked me a question that I too was asking myself: What did I think the Jewish fans we were among thought of our conversation, which they must have overheard? The scene of the two of us in intense conversation and our subject matter must have sounded so strange to our people’s ears. While Jewish people have become successfully integrated in Western society, centuries of persecution in Jesus’s name has instilled an indelible sense of us and them, making the brotherly intimacy experienced between me and Frank completely foreign to the point of being repugnant.

Frank Reynoso and Alan Gilman

Frank Reynoso and I in intense conversation at MCU Park, Coney Island, Brooklyn

But what I told Robin was that while I understand how our people feel, what they don’t realize (yet!) is that the brotherhood enjoyed by me and Frank at the ballpark that afternoon is actually Israel’s destiny. Our oneness in the Messiah is an essential aspect of the Abrahamic promise: “through you all the nations of the world will be blessed” (Genesis 12:3). God’s heart has always been to build a family from among the nations, including (especially!) the Jewish people. Frank and I were enjoying a foretaste of what the Jewish people will one day fully embrace when “all Israel will be saved” (Romans 11:26). But until then I must continue to bear with an inner sense of conflict, knowing my people look at both my faith and my faith community with great mistrust and regard me as a traitor. I want them to know how much I am rooting for them – just like I was rooting for Team Israel – even though I am also deeply connected to the vast international community of Yeshua followers – like I was cheering on the Ottawa player with Great Britain. One need not undermine the other. It’s uncomfortable, but love is like that.

You can read Frank Reynoso’s incredible story here.

New York City Reflection #2: A Profound Surprise

Planning for our recent trip to New York City to attend the World Baseball Classic Qualifier last week drove me crazy! Having not really been to New York before (I explain the “not really” here, I found it very difficult to figure out where to stay, how to get around, etc. You may think I am indeed crazy to learn that I booked four different hotels (is that legal?)! Part of the difficulty is that there really isn’t much choice in the Coney Island area, where the tournament was. We settled on the last of the four, the Best Western Brooklyn Bay. We found through some locals that there is no such thing as “Brooklyn Bay”, but for some reason the hotel didn’t want to use the real name: “Sheepshead Bay.”

As it turned out the location worked well for us. We took the bus to the baseball stadium each day, fully enjoying our walk to the bus stop each way. We arrived at the hotel Thursday afternoon, but didn’t have a chance to check out Sheepshead Bay until Saturday morning. It’s very touristy-looking with its many fishing piers and restaurants. But we didn’t yet know the incredibly moving experience we were soon to have.

A fishing boat at Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, NY

A fishing boat at the pier Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, NY

I had told Robin about this delightful find after my morning walk. And so as I had a rest, she went off on her own to explore the area. Upon returning, she told me she went further than I did and discovered a Holocaust memorial. So we went back out together to take a closer look.

At the west edge of the bay, a small park has been transformed into “Holocaust Memorial Park” and dedicated by New York City mayor Giuliani in 1997. This spot was chosen because of the many Holocaust survivors who settled this area after the Second World War.

We were both intensely struck by the simplicity and significance of the memorial. A symbolic tower, resembling a smokestack, is surrounded by the names of the countries affected by the Holocaust and sits in the center between two grassy areas each filled with granite markers. On most of the markers are a wide variety of inscriptions, honoring individuals and communities who suffered at the hands of the Nazis. There are also relevant quotes, poems, and so on to help visitors reflect.

As I walked among the markers, I was also struck with a sense of being in the right place at the right time. After all the frustration and confusion over figuring out the details of this trip, we knew God had led us here. With the Jewish High Holidays approaching, it was fitting that we pay our respects to those among our people who fell victim to this great tragedy.

After sitting silently for a time, we recited the Mourner’s Kaddish together. The Mourner’s Kaddish is an ancient prayer recited in Aramaic, the language of Yeshua, not as a prayer for the dead, but an expression of honor to God, who in the midst of chaos and suffering remains in control and worthy of honor and worship. Here is an English translation (from

Glorified and sanctified be God’s great name throughout the world
which He has created according to His will.

May He establish His kingdom in your lifetime and during your days,
and within the life of the entire House of Israel, speedily and soon;
and say, Amen.

May His great name be blessed forever and to all eternity.

Blessed and praised, glorified and exalted, extolled and honored,
adored and lauded be the name of the Holy One, blessed be He,
beyond all the blessings and hymns, praises and consolations that
are ever spoken in the world; and say, Amen.

May there be abundant peace from heaven, and life, for us
and for all Israel; and say, Amen.

He who creates peace in His celestial heights,
may He create peace for us and for all Israel;
and say, Amen.

I hope the following photo gallery captures some of the impact of what we experienced. You should be able to read the inscriptions.

Holocaust Memorial Park Signage

Main signage. For a closer look at the text see next image.

Explanation of Holocaust Memorial Park

Closer look at the text.

Tower (smokestack) of remembrance - centerpiece of the memorial.

Tower (smokestack) of remembrance – centerpiece of the memorial.

Robin walking among the pillars to the one side of the tower.

Robin walking among the markers to the one side of the tower.

Famous saying by Rev. Martin Niemöller

Famous saying by Rev. Martin Niemöller

A sampling of granite markers

A sampling of granite markers (an enlargement of the one in the right-bottom corner follows)

A summary of the life of Anne Frank, whose diary survived the Holocaust

A summary of the life of Anne Frank, whose diary survived the Holocaust

In memory of the Jewish communities of Belarus and Moldova

One of the markers in memory of countries significantly effected by the Nazi horrors. As far as I know all our grandparents came from either Belarus or neighboring Lithuania. Robin’s father and his family left Lithuania in the nick of time in 1936. Many of their extended family were killed.

In memory of the Jehovah Witnesses

I was extremely touched that the memorial was not exclusively Jewish, but also included other communities that were targeted by Nazi terror, including the Jehovah Witnesses, the disabled, and homosexuals.

An urgent plea to not forget the Holocaust from Elie Wiesel.

An urgent plea to not forget the Holocaust from recently deceased Nobel-laureate Elie Wiesel.

"Are you my brother's keeper?" (Genesis 4:9-10)

“Are you my brother’s keeper?” (Genesis 4:9-10)

For more information about this Holocaust memorial, visit the Holocaust Memorial Committee web site.

Sweet Surprises: My First Israel Tour


Our Israel experience began as we boarded our El Al jet in Toronto.

It was the beginning of the second week of the first tour of Israel I have ever led (October 18 – November 1, 2015). Our tour guide and teacher, Dr. David Miller, told me that he had a surprise for us that morning. Even though we had only recently met, I had full trust in him. Co-founder of Shoresh Study Tours, I knew that not only did he know the country, he already demonstrated a knack for knowing those special, out-of-the-way places where tourists don’t normally go. The first time he told me he had a surprise was when he took us on a short side trip to the Israeli border town of S’derot from where we could see Gaza City. That time he asked my opinion first; this time he wanted me to be surprised too. And since I had never led an Israel tour before, I let the veteran have his way.

I've never had a bus with my name on it before!

I’ve never had a bus with my name on it before!

We had just finished the northern portion of our trip, having stayed three nights enjoying the delightful accommodation at the Ma’agan Holiday Village on the southern shore of the Sea of Galilee/Lake Kinneret. Seeing Lebanon from one vantage point and Syria from another, like seeing Gaza a few days earlier, emphasized the fragility of Israel’s borders; an everyday reality for Israelis that we North Americans have difficulty grasping. But it wasn’t just the fragile nature of being in such a place that struck us; it was that throughout our time in Israel life felt normal. But what did we expect? A war zone? It may seem like that if our only window on Israel is the nightly news, when in fact throughout this most beautiful land, life goes on.

Overlooking Gaza

Near the south coast. Overlooking Gaza.

On the Golan Heights, trying to grasp Israel's location (Damascus is only 60 km [40 mi.] away)

On the Golan Heights, trying to grasp Israel’s location (Damascus is only 60 km [40 mi.] away)

When I say life in Israel felt normal, I don’t consider singing O Canada on a boat on the Sea of Galilee normal. Neither is seeing an ancient Canaanite temple from Abraham’s day (circa 1700 B.C.). That kind of archaeological find isn’t normal even for Israel. According to David, until a few years ago it was still buried. There’s nothing normal about swimming in the Dead Sea either. As I struggled to float, bob, and/or sit in/on the water, I started up a conversation with an Israeli mother and her adult son. They graciously and patiently helped me to enjoy the experience. “Relax!” the mom urged me. “Counterintuitive,” I thought. But eventually I lay back, stretching out my limbs as I (tried to) rest upon the Sea. “You look like Jesus Christ!” she exclaimed. I grinned. What better place than in Israel to hear such a thing.

Sunrise at the Dead Sea

Sunrise at the Dead Sea.

I should get back to our guide’s surprise. We were beginning our second week, the bulk of which was to be spent in Jerusalem. But first we would be spending the night in the town of Ariel in the heart of the West Bank. I thought the sirens we heard shortly after arriving at our hotel were due to a traffic incident. It turned out it was one of those stabbings you may have heard about in the news, the fairly new terrorist tactic being utilized by Israel’s enemies. We weren’t directly affected by it, nor were the other tourists at our hotel, including a large Christian group from the French world (France, Belgium, and New Caledonia, a group of islands near Australia!). They were there to pray for Israel, and I happened to be standing next to one of the only Jewish believers in the group. The amount of French I spoke on this trip was another surprise – as was seeing the full scale replica of the ancient Mishkan (Tabernacle) on the grounds of the hotel. The next day we visited Shiloh, where they are seeking to excavate the actual Mishkan.

Looking serious in the Mishkan.

Looking serious in the Mishkan.

The discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls at Qumran in 1947 was a huge surprise which years later played a major role in my coming to know the Messiah. Being here was a “bucket list” moment for me.

The discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls at Qumran in 1947 was a huge surprise which years later played a major role in my coming to know the Messiah. Being here was a “bucket list” moment for me.

But I got ahead of myself. Let’s get back to the morning of the day we left Ma’agan. We had a wonderful, very experienced bus driver who has worked regularly with Shoresh, and particularly with David for a long time – an Arab Christian who lives near Nazareth. Fluent in Hebrew, he is glad to be an Israeli like many Christian Arabs who live there. Does that surprise you? The situation between Jews and Arabs in Israel is a lot more complex than the impression produced by the media. And as for complex, so was the surprise in store at the hand of our bus driver: he invited us home to meet his extended family and extend hospitality to us. He had been wanting to do this for David for some time, and it was our group that became the special object of his warmth and generosity. They sat us down for drinks and treats around a large table in their courtyard. It was such a precious time as we met his wife, his two sons and their wives, two granddaughters, with another grandchild who was born shortly afterwards. But this is still not the surprise. Behind their house they have a small orchard of a wide variety of fruit trees, including oranges, grapefruit, figs, and olives. But then (here it is!) he offered me what might be the most extraordinary fruit I have ever eaten, a fruit that for me became the symbol of our entire trip: sweet lemon! Somewhat common in the Middle East, this hybrid tastes just like a lemon, but it is deliciously sweet.

Sweet lemon!

Sweet lemon!

Sweet lemons is a dramatic symbol of what we were experiencing from the moment we got on the El Al jet in Toronto. Israel, both biblical and modern, is a story of incredible color and contrast, texture and variety, bitter and sweet. Contradictions? Not really. Unless you think a sweet lemon is a contradiction. This incredible complexity as expressed in a people and their land is the result of a people and their God, whether or not he is acknowledged by them. The Jewish people are a people who continually find themselves within God’s plans and purposes even though most may be unaware of it.

We encountered this on our second morning. We were at Independence Hall in in Tel Aviv, listening to the remarkable story of Israel’s Declaration of Independence. On November 29, 1947, not only did David Ben-Gurion, Israel’s first Prime Minister, express a unified vision of an extremely diverse people, it was the cry of one of the most victimized peoples in history, struggling to emerge from the ashes of the Holocaust, preparing to face five Arab armies whose expressed goal was to wipe out the fledgling state. Against all odds, the nation of Israel survived and the people of Israel controlled their own country for the first time since the second century B.C. If the nation had simply survived, our group would have been impressed, but not as impacted as we were. We were encountering a people and a land that not only survived, but thrives. To many believers, the hand of God is obvious. But to the atheist, the secularist, and the traditionalist, not to mention Israel’s enemies, the sources of success lie elsewhere. Fully grasping what God is actually doing is a necessary challenge for the small minority of believers in the Land, some of whom we were privileged to meet with. We heard their history, their struggles, their concerns, their dreams. But in every case, they sang. They sang melodies of “sweet lemons.”

Friends Allen & Nechama Wiseman and their son Nathaniel shared with us by the Sea of Galilee.

Friends Allen & Nechama Wiseman and their son Nathaniel shared with us by the Sea of Galilee. Nechama and Nathaniel also sang for us.

Learning about the Declaration of Independence.

Learning about the Declaration of Independence.

While some back home wondered why we would go to Israel at this time, everywhere we went we encountered other visitors from all over the world: Nigerians, Kenyans, Koreans, Germans, Norwegians, Americans, Canadians, to name a few. All doing similar things to what we were doing, enjoying one of the safest and secure countries in the world in one of the most troubled regions of the world. Sweet lemons.


Tel Dan Nature Reserve (living water!)

I trusted Shoresh Tours throughout the trip, knowing that as part of the Israeli tour industry the utmost care is taken to ensure the safety of tourists. My trust unreasonably wavered, however, at the thought of visiting the Temple Mount. I had stayed away from the news the couple of weeks leading up to the tour, because while I am skeptical of the media’s perspective, I knew it would affect me. Yet, I couldn’t keep myself from hearing that so much of the current strife had to do with the Temple Mount. So why were we going there? David’s only concern was over getting to the security line early enough before the crowds. Was he thinking we were going to a concert? I was so worked up that I sent special prayer requests to family and friends the night before.

When we got there first thing the following morning my initial impression was that it seemed calm enough, but you never know. Soon there were other people in line – touristy-looking people like the gentleman behind me. I asked him, “Where are you from?” “Poland,” he said. “What brings you to Jerusalem?” I asked. “A mathematics conference,” he replied. He had some time before the day’s proceedings and wanted to check out the Temple Mount. Again I was thinking that this felt really normal. I thought, “Isn’t this the Temple Mount – a place of fear, violence, and destruction?” But no. It is the Temple Mount, of course, but it’s safe. We walk around the Temple Mount plaza as David teaches on the Second Temple at the time of Yeshua and the Polish mathematician takes pictures.

The Western Wall from the ramp leading to the Temple Mount.

The Western Wall from the ramp leading to the Temple Mount.

A quiet morning on the Temple Mount

A quiet morning on the Temple Mount.

Before I mention the other time I was concerned, I need to tell you about our tour group. Besides myself and David, there were fifteen people – not a large group, but eclectic for sure. Ages ranged from 11–82 and covered four Canadian provinces and two American states, representing a wide assortment of Christian backgrounds. I had only known or met about half of them before the trip. It was fascinating to see how each person related to the different aspects of the trip in different ways. On our last morning, each person shared two highlights, which for the most part were unique to each person. The last person to share was the eleven year old. And to my surprise she said that one of her highlights was the Holocaust Museum, Yad Vashem, my other site of great concern. In fact, we had originally planned that she would skip it due to its subject matter. But after careful consideration and encouragement from David, her mother agreed, not knowing, of course that this would be a highlight for her.

Our tour group.

Our tour group.

But how could a Holocaust museum be a highlight? Having not been myself, I thought the experience would devastate me, let alone a child, but it surprisingly didn’t. It was very sad and distressing, but so well done; in good taste in fact (sweet lemons again). How could a museum about the methodical extermination of six million Jews be in good taste? Let me briefly share three possible reasons: first, it is a place of honor, not shame. While there is much to be shameful of regarding the Holocaust and the indictment of its perpetrators and their collaborators is very clear, great care is taken to restore the dignity of the victims. Second, this museum is an extraordinary work of art in its own right. Designed by renowned Canadian, American, Israeli architect Moshe Safdie, one is struck by the masterful creativity while being exposed to one of the darkest periods of human history. Third, this tragic story is being told in Israel, where we were continually reminded that the Nazi evil didn’t win.

Still on the subject of the Holocaust, yet another surprise was to await me later that same afternoon – a vivid reminder of how within such great darkness are to be found glimpses of brilliant light. Before dinner, I went on my own to do some exploring in the Old City’s Jewish Quarter. On my way back, I happened upon a tour group from a church in San Diego who was walking in my direction. While exchanging a few words with their pastor, I learned that he is the husband of Rosemary Schindler Garlow, the second cousin of Oskar Schindler, of “Schindler’s List” fame. Rosemary was on her 54th trip to Israel! Upon talking with her, I learned that she is the one in the family who carries the legacy of her cousin’s story, a story that reminds us that the stars shine most brightly in the darkest of nights. More sweet lemons.

Sweet lemons everywhere. Israel thrives in the midst of the world’s most difficult political conflicts. From agricultural and technological advances to its extreme scenic beauty, there is no place like it anywhere. And where else does the Bible come alive more than in its original geographic setting?

For centuries that geographical setting had been for the most part neglected. Then in the early 19th century, Christians, particularly from Germany and England, began to realize that God still had a plan for the Jewish people in their homeland. Shoresh Study Tours is part of the legacy of these early “Restorationists,” as they were called. Our last five days were spent at the Christ Church Guesthouse in the Old City of Jerusalem near Jaffa Gate. It is part of a beautiful oasis-like compound that includes Christ Church, the first Protestant church in the Middle East, founded in 1849. Few realize that it was these Bible-believing Christians who laid the foundation for the modern State of Israel even before Jewish people did. I guess they believed in sweet lemons.

Staying at the Christ Church Guesthouse (on left) inside the Old City was a very special part of our tour.

Staying at the Christ Church Guesthouse (on left) inside the Old City was a very special part of our tour.

When the Bible is alive to us, we discover that it is a story of sweet lemons – conflicting contrasts of hope in the midst of despair, strength through weakness, life emerging from death. David’s teaching brightly illumined Scriptural truth as he so vividly outlined the political climate into which Yeshua came, especially in his relationship to the power of Rome through Herod the Great, and the role of the Pharisees and Sadducees in the Gospels. He carefully and accurately explained the historical background in key archeological locations as we avoided the overly religious sites that tend to obscure biblical truth. Examples included an ancient home near Bethlehem that is similar to the kind of accommodation Yeshua had at his birth and the remains of a rich man’s tomb in Jerusalem.


Our tour guide, David Miller, brought the Bible to life.


Getting an accurate picture of life in Bethlehem at Yeshua’s birth.

At a rich man's tomb

At a rich man’s tomb.

And speaking of tombs, there is, of course, no sweeter lemon than what God has done through Yeshua’s resurrection. While controversy abounds regarding the actual site, it doesn’t really matter, since wherever it is, he is no longer there. Yet he is there throughout the Land of Israel, transforming the sour into sweet in all sorts of ways, sometimes obvious, other times you need to dig for it. He is there in the beauty of the land, in the thriving of the country, and in the believers. He is there because of God’s eternal faithfulness to the people of Israel. This really came home to me the second evening, when we stayed in the southern coastal town of Ashkelon, not far from Gaza. My friend Avner Boskey from Beersheba spoke to and sang to us. He closed with his rendition of Psalm 117:

O praise the Lord, all you nations
Praise him, all you peoples
For his lovingkindness is great toward us
His truth is everlasting. Hallelujah!

With Avner Boskey

With Avner Boskey.

I have sung this so many times, but never actually caught what it is actually saying. Avner clearly explained that the psalmist is calling the nations to praise God because of his faithfulness to Israel. Our tour gave us reason to do just that over and over again.

On our way to the airport. L’hitraot (‘Till we meet again)!

Israel Day 2-4


Sunrise at the Dead Sea

When I announced that I planned to blog my Israel trip I wondered if anyone was thinking  that it wouldn’t happen. Well, it has indeed been a challenge due to time limitations and technical difficulties.

I have found that the easiest thing is posting photos and comments on Facebook. This is my new plan, but we’ll see.

But since I am already here I will comment on one of the most striking ongoing things. So far wherever we’ve gone life feels normal and there’s lots of tourists. Whatever impression you might be getting from the media is nothing like the wonderful experience our group is having.

That doesn’t mean there are no incidents of violence (though how they are reported may not be altogether accurate). It’s that these incidents are a small piece of a much bigger picture. I have trying to share some of that through my Facebook posts, but the way things are going, a fuller report will have to wait until I get back.