Real Life in Israel - Coming Home Again
Jewish people making aliyah (immigrating to Israel) disembark from El Al Airlines flight
There is so much to write about Israel - most of it religious or political - but I just want to write about 'Real Life in Israel' - the good and amazing, as well as the bad and the ugly....My one disclaimer is that this blog is written simply from my own personal perspective - as a mother in Israel, a Messianic Jewish believer (follower of Yeshua the Messiah), an Israeli citizen who immigrated from Canada rather late in life - and not as any kind of expert on Israel.
I am going to leave the complex political situation of the Middle East in better hands and greater minds than my own. There are so many informative news reports and insightful commentaries out there about Israel. I just want to give you a tiny glimpse behind the official scenes into real life on a personal level in this unique and challenging Land - Eretz Yisrael.
After five months of being kind of 'stuck' back in Canada because of the whole crazy 'covid' situation, having traveled there at the beginning of March for my Dad's 90th birthday celebration (which had to happen over Zoom because of the same aforementioned crazy situation), we decided that enough is enough and we took a flight back home to Israel.
So you made aliyah??
People think we're nuts for making aliyah (immigrating) from Canada to Israel. They see beautiful scenes like the pristine jewel of Lake Louise and the glorious Rocky Mountains around Banff and they think this is Canada. Think again. ..
Canoeing on a lake in the Canadian Rockies
Think summers that have more rainy, dull, cool days than few actually decent warm ones; and then think mutant monster mosquitoes that keep you from enjoying any outdoor time.
Think ...freezing your butt off for nine months of year in freezing cold temperatures, trudging through dirty, grey, snowdrifts and trying not to slip and break any essential body parts on the ice.
I grew up in Canada, and know it has many positive attributes; but the Canada of my earlier life is almost unrecognizable from the Canada I witnessed on my last visit there: an explosive increase of homelessness & poverty: people coming up to random cars in parking lots begging for spare change and sitting with signs at the fast food drive thru's; Muslim women standing outside Walmart stores with signs begging for money.
Everywhere we went, we were among broken, mentally ill, seemingly demonically possessed people covered in ugly tattoos. On the streets of our neighborhood and in shops we would see lesbians, homosexual men, and transgender 'who knows what they are' people, flaunting their sexual immorality openly - with this being socially accepted by most people. It got really disturbing just to go out of the house.
With everything being shut down - businesses, opportunities for social interaction, recreational facilities, libraries and places of worship all closed until further notice - I'm sure this does not help matters any. In the five months we were there, I was not able to visit my elderly mother with dementia in a nursing home even once! Crazy!
When we heard that flights were opening up for Israeli citizens to return, we didn't know how long the window of opportunity would stay open; and didn't want to risk getting stuck in Canuk-ville. Twice we were stopped at a train crossing with a big X and red alarms going off & as we waited and waited and waited ....we felt like we were being given the message, "If you don't go now, you might be stuck here for a very long, long time....
So we booked our flights and said goodbye again to all my family in Canada - not an easy thing especially when your parents are elderly. Thank God my sisters and brother are there to help care for our elderly parents but still.....Being Jewish means being genetically programmed for excessive guilt; and it didn't help matters any that my Dad had a mild heart attack just after we left.
But I remember being on a phone call with a friend. Her elderly Dad was moving into a condo; but she felt called to stay home and pray. She felt guilty about this, but then she heard the still, small voice of God say, "Your sisters are there to care for your father; but I need you at home." When she said this, I also felt the Lord speak to my heart, "Hannah, your sisters are there to care for your Dad; but I need you at home in Israel."
As in all things, we cannot lean on our own understanding; but trust in the Lord will all our hearts and walk in obedience. So we left everyone and everything behind (again) & flew back to Israel, saying, "Hineini Adonai (Here I am Lord, send me)" .
Hearing the Whistle
The decision to live in the Land of Israel is, for us, not an 'eenie meenie which place would I rather live in ?? ' kind of choice. It was, and still is, a Divine calling from God - a whistle actually. God said that even if we were scattered to all four corners of the earth, from there He would whistle for us to come home.
“I will whistle for them and gather them in, for I have redeemed them, and they shall be as many as they were before.
Though I scattered them among the nations, yet in far countries they shall remember me, and with their children they shall live and return." (Zechariah 8:8-9)
Why were we the only 'meshuganah' ones in the family who heard the whistle? I don't know... Maybe it's like a high pitched whistle that only dogs can hear. Maybe the whistle of God is on a frequency that only certain people can hear it. I'm not sure if that's theologically sound or not, but it's possible, right?
God says, 'Return, O faithless children,' declares the LORD; 'For I am a master to you, And I will take you one from a city and two from a family, And I will bring you to Zion.' (Jeremiah 3:14)
When the master blows the whistle, the dogs come running, so ready or not, Israel, here we come! Ya'alah! (Let's go!)
The Flight Home
It was almost eerie to see how empty the airports were - the waiting area to board our flight was devoid of human life - like maybe the rapture had happened and we missed it. :)
Hey!... I found one masked human .. oh wait - that's my son Avi