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A widow, a Bride, and the In Between

Is the opposite of a widow a married woman? I used to think so. Changed my mind. I now believe that the opposite of a widow is a bride.

One wears black, the other white. One mourns the loss of her relationship, the other looks up to a future and a forming relationship, and is full of excitement. Ashes versus crown or wreath. And so on.


Israel is a widow (for more on that go into Israel, a widow?), but that’s only a temporary status. She will not remain a widow forever (Isa. 54:4). Israel is not a widow because she lacks a Husband, but because she does not acknowledge Him as such. As of now, He is hiding from her a certain part of His character.

This widow is being restored from her mourning, and begins to replace her ashes with a beautiful wreath. She is turning into a bride, and gradually learns to recognize her Husband as the lover of her soul, and not as her greatest enemy. It is a fascinating process, tied directly to the Messianic Body in Israel today, and to everything else our nation is going through.

But what practically turns a widow into a bride? How can you, as Ruth, pray for this widow, whom most of her children are not even aware of this status and the process we are going through as a nation?

I’ve spent the past weekend with five young Messianic brides. This was the launching event of a new project we added to our ministry. It is called “Libech,” meaning Your Heart. Dana and I taught them how to listen to God through their negative feelings, thoughts and circumstances. But as they were working on their own hearts, I was also listening to what it is that they are concerned with; what stands before their eyes as they choose one decoration or another, think about the vow they are about to take, the covenant they are about to enter in; and what is in the heart of a bride-to-be that sometimes hinders her from focusing on that which she so desires to focus on?


All brides are looking forward to the future, to a marvelous day of celebration and to all that follows. Any spare moment our precious participants had during the Libech weekend, was dedicated to talk about preparations for the Big Day.

But in the midst of all the excitement there were many concerns and questions, stormy emotions and a past that needed to be moved out of the way. What do you do with that past? Suppress it? Ignore it? Pretend it doesn’t exist?

Dana and I taught them to recognize God’s Hand in these questions, how to manage them, clear them out of the way, and how to invite Him into every emotion, thought or fact that robs their energy, joy and patience.

It has given me many images and enriched my terminology in praying for Israel. How can you pray for her to rise from her widowhood? Here are some points, that may inspire you as you pray for us:

  1. Israel needs to acknowledge her status as a widow, as a nation that does not lean on God, that lives in a spiritual ruin. You can pray for that revelation. The secular Jews in Israel couldn’t care less about God, and they are the majority. The average feeling of secular Jews is either one of indifference about our future as a nation, or a deep mourning over our present situation. Either way. God is not even in the picture. He is a part of our history, but most of us cannot see Him as the solution to our present huge problems, let alone the future.
  2. Many Israelis carry a sense of heaviness and many emotions because of our past and present wounds. We hold a lot against all those nations who trampled over us throughout history, and those we hurt today and who hurt us back. If a nation has a heart, than the Israeli heart is broken, shuttered, disillusioned. Bitter. We are a modern Naomi, who could use a Ruth to bring all these feelings that we have to the feet of the Redeemer.
  3. When we are in trouble, we tend to lean on the Arm of our Flesh (our wisdom, our army), and not to seek the lover of our soul, who has a higher plan for us and great promises to fulfill.


The Chisinau Experience

The evening before I started the seminar – we took time to prepare our hearts and spirits. No, we are not sleeping here. This is a sweet and sincere group of young men and women, with a right spirit and open hearts.

We spent 4 or 5 hours studying the Word together and worshiping. What a refreshing experience!

Marina came to Chisinau from Germany about ten years ago. God sent her to care for the “lost children of Moldova.” Apparently, Moldova is one of the poorest countries in Europe. Many children are abandoned here by their parents, who leave the country in search of jobs elsewhere. Sadly, at times they choose to establish brand new families and do not even return for the children they left there.

Marina traveled to various villages in her van with games for the children, and brought them some hope and joy.

The responses to the forgiveness seminar were heartwarming. Some of the people in attendance were so broken. The range of what they can do within the law is limited, even when extreme abuse is involved. At times forgiveness is the only way out of the horrors, and they truly did embrace it gladly and wholeheartedly. I am waiting to hear some reports, and will gladly share them with you later on.


Back from Chisinau

Visiting Chisinau stirred within me emotions I wasn’t quite expecting. I was so deeply touched. Almost everything around seemed to be symbolic.

The visit opened up a quest in me to try and find some more information about my mother’s side of the family. It is annoying to realize just how little we know about my grandmother. So much has been lost over the years, so many stories that no one took the time to sit and write down and are now lost forever. Something to think about for the future.

So on the first day in Chisinau I visited the Jewish cemetery, hoping to see some commemoration of the atrocities done there against the Jews in 1903. That cemetery has been totally demolished and is now covered with beautiful spring flowers.


The only mention is this one solitary monument, commemorating the Chisinau pogrom of 1903 in which 49 Jews were murdered. My great-grandfather was among them.

Prior to the war, the Jewish population in Chisinau was apparently quite big and thriving. It was, after all, the capital of what was then known as Basarabia, or today, Moldova.


The Jewish present cemetery is in such a sad state of neglect and disarray. Apparently, the authorities do not take any responsibility for maintaining it. The families of those who are buried are supposed to do it. But most of them left, thank God, and now live in Israel. So the tombstones mostly lie desecrate and broken.

In the cemetery stands this beautiful synagogue, neglected, broken, filthy. I assume the Rabbi stood on this very platform while preaching.


I came to Chisinau to teach about forgiveness; the neglect and desolation I saw gave new meaning for my personal need to forgive, not only for the past, but also the present.

Off to Chisinau

April 1903. Kishinov (Chisinau), back than – a part of Romania. The “Christians” in the city ad just finished their Russian Easter masses in the local churches, flooded the streets, and slaughtered the Jews. 700 Jewish homes were robbed, nearly 600 Jews wounded, 49 slaughtered. Babies were torn to pieces by a blood thirsty and enraged throng.

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My grandmother’s family (here with me as a baby) was among them. Her father was murdered. She was only 3 years old.

The local police did not intervene during the first three days. But for the international media and especially for the young Zionist movement, this pogrom was a turning point in planning a solution for the Jews – establishing a land of their own.

Nearly two years ago I flew to Germany, for the first time in my life, and developed the strangest skin reaction, like a burn all over my body. It was painful and took weeks to recover. It also took me a while to realize this is a physical expression of an emotional state. That it was God’s way to show me how much I hold against the Germans, because of the persecution they inflicted on my family from my father’s side.

Well, this coming Tuesday I will be leaving for Kishinov (now the capital of Moldova). I am invited to train a team there, and will write about it in my next post. This one is to recruit your prayers, mostly for my health, as my body already starts “talking.” My chest is burning, my throat hurts, but I keep my ears open to God’s soft voice, pointing to places in my soul that still carry this historical wound.