On Tuesday morning, October 8th, the war in Gaza had been officially going on for one year. I know many of you have been praying and sending messages wanting to know what happened after my last post. I don’t know if you can even talk about what happened recently, but I’ll try.
I mentioned to you that I had relocated Han and his family to the West Bank, just a little bit south of Jericho so they could have some normalcy in their life. You know one of Han’s sisters was run over by a truck early this year and his mom was shot by Hamas a few weeks back at the grocery store trying to get baby food.
His mother had been saying since they left Gaza that she wanted to go back to Gaza. She always told Han that please bury me in Gaza next to my daughter, Mary, and the other volunteer who was killed early this year. I knew Han was going to try his best to fulfill his mom’s wish. He kept saying “I want to bring my mom back to Gaza.”
I was trying to figure out how to put his mom in a casket, move her body back through the north gate, and bury her. But I knew there was no logistical way to do that…….
It was at that point, I remembered the Admiral*, the man who helped me when I was shot by a sniper in Syria and he also made it possible for me to go into Gaza when we had the final staff meeting in the middle of the night last year. That’s where I found Mary.
I knew it was not going to be an easy ask, but maybe some of his soldiers could go with Han, and at least be able to give him a few moments to bury his mom. I tried to call him. I didn’t think he would answer, but I felt that I had to try my best.
As I said in my post a few days ago, sometimes the #miracle seems so impossible and all the answers don’t make sense, but we still believe God for the impossible.
I talked to the Admiral on the phone, he didn’t feel like he could ask any of the soldiers in his unit for this “special deed”, as he called it, knowing that they were going to be deployed to Lebanon in just a few days.
He said maybe some of the men from the 7-man patrol that helped guard our Sunday School and the food for the kids this last Easter may be willing to help, as they saw how Han prayed, and saw the dead Palestinian boy come back to life, and how 800 Palestinians accepted Christ that morning.
You can flip back to my Facebook post from this April to read the story if you don’t know what happened.
He said maybe they could meet Han at the North Gate with his mother’s casket and they could get them across the gate to bury her. “All I can do is to ask them.” He said. I couldn’t thank him enough.
Within 2 days, three of the IDF soldiers from Easter Sunday told the Admiral that it would be an honor to help Han because they remembered Han’s mother and how she helped Han get the food and distribute it to the children. There was nothing else I could say at that point. There was a miracle in the making.
So just a few days ago on Friday, October 4th Gaza time, strangely enough, it was my #birthday. I couldn’t even make sense of it all. I think some of you know what I’m saying.
Andrew got his boss from the grocery store to help with a delivery truck and loaded up the casket with Han and his little sister Nema, the last family member he has now. They drove to the North Gate, at the top of the Gaza Strip.
I had been sitting on the phone over here in Taiwan waiting to hear if the three IDF soldiers were able to help them. It was almost 1 pm on October 4th, the Admiral got the clearance stamped for the truck and them.
The three soldiers changed into civilian clothes, hopped into the back of the truck where the casket was, and drove almost 3 miles with their guns ready, just in case something happened.
Han and his little sister were so grateful. They were bringing their mom back to Gaza. His mom was the most faithful helper in our Gaza Sunday school. Han asked some of his friends to dig the grave and be ready by the time they arrived in the truck.
They dug the grave next to the open area where we did Sunday school. The same place where Han’s sister, another Sunday school worker, and Mary are buried. It was surrounded by blown-up buildings and rubble. His friends dug the grave right next to Mary.
They were standing there when Han and the truck showed up. They helped Han move the casket down out of the back of the truck and very gently lowered her to the ground.
Andrew had been waiting for them at the North Gate before they crossed over. He passed a taped-up box to Han. He said, “Don’t open it until you are ready to bury your mom.” Andrew remembered some things and he wanted to honor Han’s mother in his own way.
Han’s mother had a #New #Testament in Arabic that she read every day. He put that in the box. The second thing in that box was Mary’s #blanket that Han’s mother used to keep her warm in the blown-up hospital before Mary died. “Put it in the casket to keep your mom warm,” Andrew told Han.
Andrew also took the old copy of my #book “Whose Child Is This?” That was the copy those guys read over and over again since I trained them 12 years ago. His mother also read it many, many times trying to understand what she was part of. She was so grateful that she could be part of the Sunday School.
Andrew remembered when I used to go to Tel Aviv to train those boys to do Sunday school, Han’s mother would make brownies and have Han bring them to me. I forgot all those things! But Andrew reminded me that when I came there, we would sit in the McDonald's, and she would always make sure I had brownies because she knew how much I liked them.
He got a #brownie from the grocery store and put it in the box. He wanted Han to put a brownie in his mother’s hand.
Han opened the box and explained all those things to the IDF and everyone was crying. They knew they had to leave and couldn’t stay by the graveside long. Han closed the casket very gently and lowered the casket to the grave. The IDF took the shovels to cover the casket with dirt and also rubble from the blown-up area. Han asked, “Can we all sing #Amazing #Grace?”
Han’s friends knew that he would always sing Amazing Grace after Sunday School and his mother always sang it when she was working on the food for the kids.
The IDF soldiers somehow knew that song too and sang it with them…. “𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚! 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝; 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚……” They couldn’t remember the last stanza, but Han reminded them, “𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣. 𝙒𝙚’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙣.”
They all stood there for a moment. Han took a little #cross out of the truck that he brought from the West Bank and put a little rose on it. Everybody bowed their head and prayed. There was too much gunfire in the background. They all knew it was time to go.
Everybody got back in the truck. The IDF soldiers and Nema waved goodbye to the grave. They drove back to the North Gate and several other soldiers were waiting at the gate to pick them up as they were going to be deployed the next day.
Andrew was waiting there as well. He hugged his friend Han and said “I hope the things in the box made sense.” And they just stood there and cried.
Andrew drove off with the delivery truck back to the grocery store. Han found a man close to the gate and asked if he could help get them home back to Jericho. Everyone was gone, and the gate was closed again as if nothing had happened…..
Life is always changed in war, by war. In the middle of the blood that has been shed over there, the dead boy that was raised on Easter Sunday, the IDF volunteers that said, “We will go there to guard Han’s mother and make sure she has a proper burial.” and Andrew who had remembering the brownie that I had forgotten and Mary’s blanket…..
I don’t know what else to say……
I’ve seen a lot of death with so much pain in my life and I’m sure some of you have as well.
Andrew spoke to me again last night that one of the things he remembered from reading “Whose Child Is This?” is that “𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.”
Even when Akmed was killed and Han took his place, they knew their work was not done, and Han’s mother’s work was not done yet either. She was faithful till the end. She died trying to get baby food from the market to take back over to the refugee camp.
SO, while everybody went their way, soldiers were going to Lebanon, Andrew was going back to the grocery store, and Han’s friends took the shovels and left the graveside, there was still a little cross, a little spot with 4 people who loved God, loved Jesus, and they will be remembered by many kids that they led to the Christ. And an old preacher tried to tell their story…….
I just wanted to get this out to all of you.
As the old song I used to sing after I’ve done preaching, “𝙊 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚…. 𝙊 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚…... 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮….” AND THE IS STILL MY and it’s still yours as well.
I’m still in the hotel in this city called Hua-Lien on the east side of Taiwan getting to preach. I’ll be doing the service wishing I could have been at the graveside with the people that I’ve loved and served with all these years that are right now in the part of the world on the brink of destruction even as we speak here.
They had lived for the #ONE that died for them. There is still a little cross standing in the rubble next to where we did Sunday School even though everybody left last Friday when it was all finished. The cross stands alone because the cross always stands alone.
That’s all I have to say now, in Jesus’ name. But I will preach about the cross again tonight. I always have……. I always will…….
Good night.
Sourece:
Saturday, July 19, 2025
September 2024
It was two Sundays ago, I just finished the first Sunday morning service in Johannesburg, South Africa, and I was still trying to finish strong in the middle of this 3-month Tour, the longest that I’ve ever done since I started ministry.
The door for Africa has been opened in such a rapid and an unbelievable pace, and I’ve had to stay out there to raise support to do what’s needed to be done as these governments keeps asking us to bring the Sunday schools into their countries.
I knew what it would take as the years went by, but 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡’𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗥 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗥……. But that’s a conversation for another time.
I had just walked to the back book table to get the kids sponsored and sign books. I had expected a call from Gaza all morning. I knew it was about time I heard from them. I knew from our Jewish friend Andrew that something happened but I didn’t have the details.
I got on the phone to call them. Sometimes in that part of the world, the reception is pretty bad. Finally, I got in touch with Andrew. He said Han’s mother was just killed by Hamas yesterday.
Han is the one that took over from Akmed that was killed by Hamas right in the beginning of the war. His mother was the one that helped set up the food for the kids that come to the Sunday school when we shouldn’t have even been there. She was the one who took care of Mary after I found her.
She said she would take care of Mary like her own child. She was the one who stayed all night holding Mary in the corner of the waiting room in the hospital while Mary was about to die from infection because I couldn’t get the medicine to her in time.
Two Saturdays ago, at a grocery store in the West Bank where I had relocated them to, Han’s mother was trying to get some baby food for him to take to the kids that came to the Sunday school in Gaza. So many of these babies had nothing to eat.
Han is still able to get in and out of the border. The IDF allows him to cross because they knew the good work he has been doing there.
As Han’s mother was at the grocery store trying to get the food, 3 of the Hamas terrorists stormed in and shot 5 of their own Palestinian people in cold blood. One of them was Han’s mother. She took 2 rounds in the back from an AK-47 and died on the floor. She was one of the Sunday school workers that made the difference, and it cost her life. And now, Han was left to take care of his little 7-year-old sister, the last member of his entire family. Andrew tried to explain it to me while I stood in the parking lot at that church where I just got done preaching and I was supposed to be preparing for the next service. I heard Han crying and Andrew was trying to interpret it. I couldn’t understand what Han was saying….
I’ve consoled thousands of people dealing with death in the past 56 years in the ministry. I heard him screaming and crying, but I had nothing to say. 𝗜 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡….. I FELL ON MY KNEE IN THE PARKING LOT AND ALL I COULD DO WAS CRY AND SCREAM WITH HIM. I didn’t know what else to do.
What could I do…….??? What could I do…….??????? Nothing is going to make sense anyway……
I tried to get more information from Andrew. There was nothing anybody could say to Han. WHAT NOW? I didn’t have answer for that. Nobody did. At 75 years old, I’m just so tired of not having the right answers, or any answers…....
So since then, he has been trying to figure out what to do. And of course, I still don’t have any answers...... He didn’t have any way to bury her. Andrew was trying to help. Some Palestinian boys he helped before told him to bury his mother there in the West Bank.
But he said, “she always said she doesn’t belong here. SHE NEEDS TO GO HOME. SHE NEEDS TO GO BACK TO GAZA AND THAT’S WHERE SHE BELONGS.”
That’s also where her other child who had been run over by a truck in the middle of the conflict was buried. That’s also where Mary, that little girl I picked up in the middle of the night, was also buried where we do Sunday school…..
As we have been talking in the past 2 weeks, Han just kept saying that he wanted to take her home. She loved Jesus and her family. She said so often as we all tried to take care of Mary back then, “𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹”. ❤️
I’m telling you all this now because it’s been two weeks. We were able to get her a casket and he got her body wrapped up. In the middle of this whole mess, Han has been saying, “I just want to take her home. This was never her home.”
Han’s mother used to say, “𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘”, and Han knew that as well. But he said, “the last thing I can do for my mother is at least to take her home back to Gaza.”
I’m trying to help Han and I know Andrew has done everything he could to help as well. As this war is moving into year #1 on October 7th, everything is so uncertain. I will let you know more as I know, but as usual lately, again, I still don’t have any answers.
Right now, I’m sitting across from the airport in the Philippines trying to get to Taiwan. I have meetings there almost every day. I was just home in New York for a couple of days. And now, I’m going to be gone for another month trying to get more help to go through the doors that have been opened to us.
When I was in Joburg, kneeling down in that church parking lot, I knew I couldn’t do the second service after that call. The people were coming out of the first service looking at me screaming and banging my hand on a car. I didn’t have any words to say to them then, and I still don’t have any now…….
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗚𝗮𝘇𝗮. SHE WAS JUST TRYING TO GET BABY FOOD……
I don’t know what the right answer is at this point, but I believe that all of you that know, care. As I’ve said so many times, 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨.
You have no idea how much you mean to me, Han, Andrew and our teams that are serving a generation all over the world…... 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨…….
We’ll talk soon……. Maybe when I have some better answers……. It’s just not now!
Source: https://www.facebook.com/search/top?q=pastor%20bill%20wilson
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The door for Africa has been opened in such a rapid and an unbelievable pace, and I’ve had to stay out there to raise support to do what’s needed to be done as these governments keeps asking us to bring the Sunday schools into their countries.
I knew what it would take as the years went by, but 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡’𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗥 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗥……. But that’s a conversation for another time.
I had just walked to the back book table to get the kids sponsored and sign books. I had expected a call from Gaza all morning. I knew it was about time I heard from them. I knew from our Jewish friend Andrew that something happened but I didn’t have the details.
I got on the phone to call them. Sometimes in that part of the world, the reception is pretty bad. Finally, I got in touch with Andrew. He said Han’s mother was just killed by Hamas yesterday.
Han is the one that took over from Akmed that was killed by Hamas right in the beginning of the war. His mother was the one that helped set up the food for the kids that come to the Sunday school when we shouldn’t have even been there. She was the one who took care of Mary after I found her.
She said she would take care of Mary like her own child. She was the one who stayed all night holding Mary in the corner of the waiting room in the hospital while Mary was about to die from infection because I couldn’t get the medicine to her in time.
Two Saturdays ago, at a grocery store in the West Bank where I had relocated them to, Han’s mother was trying to get some baby food for him to take to the kids that came to the Sunday school in Gaza. So many of these babies had nothing to eat.
Han is still able to get in and out of the border. The IDF allows him to cross because they knew the good work he has been doing there.
As Han’s mother was at the grocery store trying to get the food, 3 of the Hamas terrorists stormed in and shot 5 of their own Palestinian people in cold blood. One of them was Han’s mother. She took 2 rounds in the back from an AK-47 and died on the floor. She was one of the Sunday school workers that made the difference, and it cost her life. And now, Han was left to take care of his little 7-year-old sister, the last member of his entire family. Andrew tried to explain it to me while I stood in the parking lot at that church where I just got done preaching and I was supposed to be preparing for the next service. I heard Han crying and Andrew was trying to interpret it. I couldn’t understand what Han was saying….
I’ve consoled thousands of people dealing with death in the past 56 years in the ministry. I heard him screaming and crying, but I had nothing to say. 𝗜 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡….. I FELL ON MY KNEE IN THE PARKING LOT AND ALL I COULD DO WAS CRY AND SCREAM WITH HIM. I didn’t know what else to do.
What could I do…….??? What could I do…….??????? Nothing is going to make sense anyway……
I tried to get more information from Andrew. There was nothing anybody could say to Han. WHAT NOW? I didn’t have answer for that. Nobody did. At 75 years old, I’m just so tired of not having the right answers, or any answers…....
So since then, he has been trying to figure out what to do. And of course, I still don’t have any answers...... He didn’t have any way to bury her. Andrew was trying to help. Some Palestinian boys he helped before told him to bury his mother there in the West Bank.
But he said, “she always said she doesn’t belong here. SHE NEEDS TO GO HOME. SHE NEEDS TO GO BACK TO GAZA AND THAT’S WHERE SHE BELONGS.”
That’s also where her other child who had been run over by a truck in the middle of the conflict was buried. That’s also where Mary, that little girl I picked up in the middle of the night, was also buried where we do Sunday school…..
As we have been talking in the past 2 weeks, Han just kept saying that he wanted to take her home. She loved Jesus and her family. She said so often as we all tried to take care of Mary back then, “𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹”. ❤️
I’m telling you all this now because it’s been two weeks. We were able to get her a casket and he got her body wrapped up. In the middle of this whole mess, Han has been saying, “I just want to take her home. This was never her home.”
Han’s mother used to say, “𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘”, and Han knew that as well. But he said, “the last thing I can do for my mother is at least to take her home back to Gaza.”
I’m trying to help Han and I know Andrew has done everything he could to help as well. As this war is moving into year #1 on October 7th, everything is so uncertain. I will let you know more as I know, but as usual lately, again, I still don’t have any answers.
Right now, I’m sitting across from the airport in the Philippines trying to get to Taiwan. I have meetings there almost every day. I was just home in New York for a couple of days. And now, I’m going to be gone for another month trying to get more help to go through the doors that have been opened to us.
When I was in Joburg, kneeling down in that church parking lot, I knew I couldn’t do the second service after that call. The people were coming out of the first service looking at me screaming and banging my hand on a car. I didn’t have any words to say to them then, and I still don’t have any now…….
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗚𝗮𝘇𝗮. SHE WAS JUST TRYING TO GET BABY FOOD……
I don’t know what the right answer is at this point, but I believe that all of you that know, care. As I’ve said so many times, 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨.
You have no idea how much you mean to me, Han, Andrew and our teams that are serving a generation all over the world…... 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨…….
We’ll talk soon……. Maybe when I have some better answers……. It’s just not now!
Source: https://www.facebook.com/search/top?q=pastor%20bill%20wilson
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MIRACLE #3 - 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝟲𝟴𝟲 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 - reported on 5 Apr 2024
(#𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗘 #𝟯) 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝟲𝟴𝟲 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡
I was really waiting to tell you Miracle #3.
I was trying to listen to Han and call Andrew again to get information in detail on what happened on Easter Sunday. I had the phone in my left hand and took notes with my right hand.
Han had just picked up the #cross from our volunteer mom’s tomb for his object lesson to preach an illustrated sermon on the #death and #resurrection of Christ. He lifted up the cross and walked to the front of the Sunday school crowd. He was trying to grab their attention and help them understand what Jesus went through on the road to #Calvary for them. I don’t like to use this term, but, out of nowhere, this middle-aged woman who was holding a child started running toward Han as fast as she could. She was screaming in Arabic, “Help me! Please help me! They said you can help me!”
Nobody knew what to think. Was this another Hamas attack? Nobody knew. The whole crowd of 1000 people were now looking at her running to the front.
Han had a table set up and he was holding the cross for the object lesson. She laid the boy on the table in front of him while everyone was watching. Han put his hand on her shoulder and tried to calm her down. He asked her how he could help. She said, “my son is dead. Somebody said you can help him…...” Suddenly, a hush came over the crowd. It's Easter Sunday. There was no doctor, no medicine, and no hospital available there. She tried to explain to Han that 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝟴-𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿-𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵. She tried to get food for him, but she couldn’t get any to save him. She had just watched her son die right in front of her.
I don’t know if you’ve ever held a dying child in your arms. I have. For those of you that have, you know you’ll never forget it. Han asked, “how long has your son been dead?” She said, “at least 15 minutes.”
𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗪? I don’t know how many of you 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 in a situation like this. In the middle of a war with all eyes on you while you were just about to preach about the resurrection. So, I ask all of you, 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢?
𝗜’𝗠 𝗦𝗢 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗡, and I’ve told him that so many times this week! He looked at the crowd of kids and parents. They were all just watching. With the strongest voice that he could project without any sound system there, he yelled at the top of his voice, “This is Easter.” He said, “We know Jesus died for us. It’s by His stripes, we are healed. We believe in miracles. So now, I want all of you…..”
Then he lifted up his voice and said, “I want all of you to stretch your hands out to this dead boy. We’re going to pray. I want all of you to pray with me and believe that Jesus can do a miracle.” All of the kids and parents stretched their hands out.
Han put his right hand on that little dead boy’s chest. He said “Jesus, You were crucified on the cross, and Your Father God rose you from the dead. I’m asking You right now, 𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘, 𝗜𝗡 𝗝𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗦’𝗦 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘, touch this little boy.”
This boy has been dead for over 15 minutes. The crowd was so quiet…. And they all had their hands stretched out.
𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗡?
And suddenly, this little boy’s eyes just opened. Han looked at him, but he didn’t want to say anything prematurely. But then the boy coughed. Han put his left hand on the boy’s back and sat him up. And then 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 #𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗!
Han yelled to the crowd, “Now you see this little boy is alive. This is why we are here today. Just like God raised His son up from the dead, Jesus now raised this little boy up from the dead. This is what Jesus can do for all of us, if we just give our lives to Him!”
All by themselves, the crowd just started clapping and yelling! Some of the IDF soldiers came out from their hiding places because they didn’t know what was happening. Han sensed the #anointing, and knew it was the right time. So, he said, “if anybody here wants to give their life to Jesus, when I count to 3, you raise your hand. I’ll lead you in a prayer for Jesus to forgive you, and you’ll become a #Christian.” He said that three times. He wanted to make sure everybody understood what he had said.
He didn’t know what’s going to happen or if anyone would stand. But he knew, the Holy Spirit was in that place. Several of the dads in the back were counting. 𝟲𝟴𝟲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘂𝗽, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁! They didn’t just hear the Easter story. 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗧!
Han then started walking around the crowd, laying hands on people, praying for them and leading them in prayer. Mothers were kneeling down and crying. They didn’t know exactly what’s happening, but they knew what they had just seen. They saw the power of God that had just been demonstrated right in front of their eyes.
It was nearly 45 minutes before Han could stop ministering to the people. He talked to that grateful mother again, prayed for the little boy who had just been raised from the dead, and made sure she got extra food and water.
As the crowd started to leave, one of the IDF soldiers who had been guarding the Sunday School came up to Han and just said, “𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨!” He said, “I know you love your people and I love my people too. But today really was a special day.”
He said, “when you asked people to stand and pray, you didn’t see me but I stood up. I lifted my hand to heaven and asked Jesus to come into my heart.”
At that moment, the soldier took his necklace from around his neck. It was the aluminum necklace that almost all the IDF soldiers wear after the October 7th attack. I knew what it was when Han explained to me, because one of the IDF soldiers gave me one the night I found Mary. I still wear it till this day.
That soldier took his necklace and put it on Han. On the necklace it said in Hebrew, “Bring the hostages home now.” The soldier said, “You have faith in Jesus and now I have faith in Jesus too. #𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥, 𝗪𝗘’𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.” And Han said, “Yes, we will, in Jesus’s name.”
Han has been wearing that necklace as a symbol of two men who had built a bond in the middle of a war through a miracle. And yet, with all their differences, they stood still for just a few moments and sensed the presence of God.
The soldier rejoined his patrol. Han picked up a little bit of leftover food and water and took the cross back to our volunteer mother’s grave. And me, I was still sitting in that rental car eating my cheeseburger…..
I guess it really was an unusual Easter Sunday…… Yes, it was….
𝟲𝟴𝟲 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦. I hope now, some of you do as well.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙂𝙤𝙙? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨; 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨.
~ Psalms 77:13-14
I think I have one more miracle to talk to you about, maybe tomorrow…..
Source: https://www.facebook.com/share/1Gi2p6UVkR/
I was really waiting to tell you Miracle #3.
I was trying to listen to Han and call Andrew again to get information in detail on what happened on Easter Sunday. I had the phone in my left hand and took notes with my right hand.
Han had just picked up the #cross from our volunteer mom’s tomb for his object lesson to preach an illustrated sermon on the #death and #resurrection of Christ. He lifted up the cross and walked to the front of the Sunday school crowd. He was trying to grab their attention and help them understand what Jesus went through on the road to #Calvary for them. I don’t like to use this term, but, out of nowhere, this middle-aged woman who was holding a child started running toward Han as fast as she could. She was screaming in Arabic, “Help me! Please help me! They said you can help me!”
Nobody knew what to think. Was this another Hamas attack? Nobody knew. The whole crowd of 1000 people were now looking at her running to the front.
Han had a table set up and he was holding the cross for the object lesson. She laid the boy on the table in front of him while everyone was watching. Han put his hand on her shoulder and tried to calm her down. He asked her how he could help. She said, “my son is dead. Somebody said you can help him…...” Suddenly, a hush came over the crowd. It's Easter Sunday. There was no doctor, no medicine, and no hospital available there. She tried to explain to Han that 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝟴-𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿-𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵. She tried to get food for him, but she couldn’t get any to save him. She had just watched her son die right in front of her.
I don’t know if you’ve ever held a dying child in your arms. I have. For those of you that have, you know you’ll never forget it. Han asked, “how long has your son been dead?” She said, “at least 15 minutes.”
𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗪? I don’t know how many of you 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 in a situation like this. In the middle of a war with all eyes on you while you were just about to preach about the resurrection. So, I ask all of you, 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢?
𝗜’𝗠 𝗦𝗢 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗡, and I’ve told him that so many times this week! He looked at the crowd of kids and parents. They were all just watching. With the strongest voice that he could project without any sound system there, he yelled at the top of his voice, “This is Easter.” He said, “We know Jesus died for us. It’s by His stripes, we are healed. We believe in miracles. So now, I want all of you…..”
Then he lifted up his voice and said, “I want all of you to stretch your hands out to this dead boy. We’re going to pray. I want all of you to pray with me and believe that Jesus can do a miracle.” All of the kids and parents stretched their hands out.
Han put his right hand on that little dead boy’s chest. He said “Jesus, You were crucified on the cross, and Your Father God rose you from the dead. I’m asking You right now, 𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘, 𝗜𝗡 𝗝𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗦’𝗦 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘, touch this little boy.”
This boy has been dead for over 15 minutes. The crowd was so quiet…. And they all had their hands stretched out.
𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗡?
And suddenly, this little boy’s eyes just opened. Han looked at him, but he didn’t want to say anything prematurely. But then the boy coughed. Han put his left hand on the boy’s back and sat him up. And then 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 #𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗!
Han yelled to the crowd, “Now you see this little boy is alive. This is why we are here today. Just like God raised His son up from the dead, Jesus now raised this little boy up from the dead. This is what Jesus can do for all of us, if we just give our lives to Him!”
All by themselves, the crowd just started clapping and yelling! Some of the IDF soldiers came out from their hiding places because they didn’t know what was happening. Han sensed the #anointing, and knew it was the right time. So, he said, “if anybody here wants to give their life to Jesus, when I count to 3, you raise your hand. I’ll lead you in a prayer for Jesus to forgive you, and you’ll become a #Christian.” He said that three times. He wanted to make sure everybody understood what he had said.
He didn’t know what’s going to happen or if anyone would stand. But he knew, the Holy Spirit was in that place. Several of the dads in the back were counting. 𝟲𝟴𝟲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘂𝗽, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁! They didn’t just hear the Easter story. 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗧!
Han then started walking around the crowd, laying hands on people, praying for them and leading them in prayer. Mothers were kneeling down and crying. They didn’t know exactly what’s happening, but they knew what they had just seen. They saw the power of God that had just been demonstrated right in front of their eyes.
It was nearly 45 minutes before Han could stop ministering to the people. He talked to that grateful mother again, prayed for the little boy who had just been raised from the dead, and made sure she got extra food and water.
As the crowd started to leave, one of the IDF soldiers who had been guarding the Sunday School came up to Han and just said, “𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨!” He said, “I know you love your people and I love my people too. But today really was a special day.”
He said, “when you asked people to stand and pray, you didn’t see me but I stood up. I lifted my hand to heaven and asked Jesus to come into my heart.”
At that moment, the soldier took his necklace from around his neck. It was the aluminum necklace that almost all the IDF soldiers wear after the October 7th attack. I knew what it was when Han explained to me, because one of the IDF soldiers gave me one the night I found Mary. I still wear it till this day.
That soldier took his necklace and put it on Han. On the necklace it said in Hebrew, “Bring the hostages home now.” The soldier said, “You have faith in Jesus and now I have faith in Jesus too. #𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥, 𝗪𝗘’𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.” And Han said, “Yes, we will, in Jesus’s name.”
Han has been wearing that necklace as a symbol of two men who had built a bond in the middle of a war through a miracle. And yet, with all their differences, they stood still for just a few moments and sensed the presence of God.
The soldier rejoined his patrol. Han picked up a little bit of leftover food and water and took the cross back to our volunteer mother’s grave. And me, I was still sitting in that rental car eating my cheeseburger…..
I guess it really was an unusual Easter Sunday…… Yes, it was….
𝟲𝟴𝟲 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦. I hope now, some of you do as well.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙂𝙤𝙙? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨; 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨.
~ Psalms 77:13-14
I think I have one more miracle to talk to you about, maybe tomorrow…..
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