We started the day at the break of dawn heading toward the Western Wall of Jerusalem. Just yesterday there were thousands and thousands of Orthodox Jews gathered here before sunrise, praying & blessing the Sun that God created. The Orthodox believe that every 28 years, Sun comes into alignment with its original position when God first created it. Some even gathered on the rooftops of their homes joining others at the Wall to pray the Birkat Hakhama for the Sun’s faithfulness in rising and falling upon creation without fail – but today it happened to fall on Passover, the 3rd time ever in history.
This morning the wall trickled with only a handful of those rushing to extend their morning prayers, as the rest of the city rested after last nights Passover celebration. We walked toward the entrance and suddenly the group was detoured to a narrow gate just right of the metal detectors. Little did we know that this narrow wooden path was leading us to one of the holiest landmarks of our existence. It was the very place that Abraham took his one and only son Isaac to be offered to the Lord, where Jacob had his dream of angels descending up and down from Heaven, the site of the first temple built by King Solomon and the second temple built by Ezra and Nehemiah, later to be baptized by the Holy Spirit of fire during the Pentecost in The book of Acts. As the Jews saturate the Western Wall with prayers, just over the 100ft Herodian brick wall is the Holiest of Holies – The Temple Mount.
While walking in, I started to realize that this wasn’t just any ordinary landmark, it was the very hill God touched and declared holy. It wasn’t holy because the temples were built there, rather the temples were built there because of God’s declaration of it as Holy. The history of this one location dates as far back as 5,000 years ago with Father Abraham passing through the city of Salem (translated as Peace later to be Jerusalem – the City of Peace) and paying tithes to King Melchizedek, a High Priest of our God (Genesis 14). As we look back now, Abraham’s tithing was clearly a prophetic act of God’s promise to bless all nations through Abraham’s lineage (through Jesus aka Yeshua) to ultimately bring all tithes to God’s holy city one day - Jerusalem. Later in Psalm’s 110, King David declared that the Messiah will come from the “Order of Melchizedek” and as we know, Yeshua our Great High Priest was crucified, dead and buried, and we hold to faith that He rose again.
As I walk through the gates of Jerusalem, pray over the Arab saturated City of David, walk through King Hezekiah’s water tunnels, sit on the curbs of Mt. Zion the Prophets declared over thousands of years ago, and place my own two feet upon the hill that God called His own - it’s seems it would take more faith to ignore 5,000 years of biblical history, and the tangible city that backs it up everyday as they uncover God’s story brick by brick. I will always keep an open mind, but to completely ignore the awe of creation, the changed lives I’ve witnessed, miracles and the testimonies of God moving nations– I guess requires a faith I don’t quite have. I can only speculate this unknown level of faith requires me to ignore faith itself on the work God has done on my own heart. From what I see, our generation has become tricked into believing in this dangerous philosophy of subjectivity & relativism; leading to a life of mere physical satisfaction but spiritual death. Sure, everyone has their own relative story, but everyone’s table of contents has a chapter about the hole in their heart they need to fill. As of now with whatever faith I hold on to, I thank God for the tangible objectivity of God’s history unfolding under my feet (literally), solidifying the absolute & objective righteousness and compassion of God’s greatest act of Judgment: Mercy & Love through our Messiah Yeshua.
Everyone on Earth has faith in something, whether it’s to ignore the existence of God or to hold on to Him for dear life. I just hope that everyone, myself include, always leaves room to test and correct whatever faith we do hold in our short lives.
Love yall more than ya know,