I am holy. I contain exactly 304,805 letters. To be kosher, I must be hand-written.
I’m made of parchment sheets – the washed and stretched, dried and thinned hides of kosher animals. Before the next step in creating me, a reed is used to gently score precisely spaced lines into my sheets.
So, you love the Jewish people and Israel. Your heart is in tune with God’s about His unending love for them, and you want to be a positive influence in the world concerning the subject. You want to help inspire other Believers who are perhaps disinterested but may wonder how to show it or inspire others toward aligning their hearts with Gods’ regarding His Chosen People.
The Bible uses the word Israel in different ways. In Genesis, Israel is a person, Jacob, whose name the Lord changed to Israel after he wrestled and prevailed with the Lord all night. He is the son of Isaac and grandson of Abraham. In Egypt and the wilderness, Israel refers to the large population of Jacob’s descendants. Though they had no traditional leader or government, when they moved into the Promised Land, surrounding kingdoms also called them Israel as if they were a nation.
The mythology of the “Lost Tribes” has led to many different groups claiming to be associated with the “Lost Tribes of Israel.” In some cases, dangerous theology has also been developed that claims their groups are the “real Israel” and diminishes the distinction between Jewish and non-Jewish followers of Yeshua that the Apostol
I am ancient, yet I am new every day. I have been here in Israel for many thousand years.
One day a miracle happened to me – in two places at once. At one spot, across from Jericho, a vast throng of people gathered on my eastern side. My Creator had told them they were to cross me, but my overflowing banks stopped them in their tracks.
