I Never Knew He Was My Landsman
(something I wrote in 2002, but back then I didn’t have a blog)
I first met him in London, and those who introduced me to him were all goyim. They used his English name, and though they mentioned he’d been born Jewish, just like me, at that time I didn’t realise what that meant. I was too busy marvelling at how wonderful he was, reading his teachings and seeking to live according to what he said, because I recognised the profound goodness and truth in it.
My Jewishness didn’t mean much to me at that stage of my life. For nine years after meeting him I ignored it, but then things began to happen which forced me to think about it. I met other Jews who had met him, and to them it was really important that he was Jewish too. In their eyes it was significant that I came from Israel, which I’d always taken for granted. Gradually, through these people, God got through to me and made me see that being Jewish was a special thing. Reading the Bible through the new eyes he gave me, I could see that we were chosen by our Maker for an important role – that he promised Abraham that through his seed all nations would be blessed; that throughout the centuries of biblical times he kept promising us that he would send a Messiah, constantly giving us clues so that when he came we would recognise him, and that we were also to tell the world about it – that out of Zion shall come forth the Torah, and the Word of God from Jerusalem.
So now, twelve years after that initial meeting in London, I’m home in more than one sense. I am now part of a congregation in Israel, a gathering of Jews – Sabras and new immigrants alike – who have been made whole by our very own Sabra-Jewish Messiah, whom we’re also happy to share with the goyim as they too are under God’s grace. Praise be to Yeshua, my Landsman, my Saviour and my Lord.
Like I said, I wrote this back in 2002 – just found it now as I’ve been going through old computer files that I’ve finally had copied over from a bunch of floppy disks I had lying around. I don’t live in Israel now – I’ve married an Englishman and we currently live in the UK. But Yeshua is with me here too, even if people around me call him Jesus :)