Isn`t it strange, that grown-ups kneeling under the cross, often have such heavy hearts? While I am doing so, I always feel reminded to the strong, blessing arms of my heavenly Father. You wanna know why? – By the way, my name is Saskia Fee. The latter name means fairy. Of course I am not a real fairy, it is just how my father used to call me by my name (Isaiah 43:1). I am a teenager of 16 years now and I like to take you back with me into the time of my early childhood to an event that should change my whole life.

It was Good Friday´s Eve in 1996. This time, both, the Jewish feast of Passah and the Christian Easter were celebrated in the same week. This is necessary to mention as you will see later on.

I was four years of age and awoke by my mother´s loud quarreling voice that made me run to the window. It was dusk when I had a glance on the veranda downstairs. My brother Patric Steven, four years older than me and my little two years younger sister Bea Sissy were already fast asleep – sleeping peacefully like in Abraham´s bosom, not realizing what was going on. In the reddish light of the sunset, I perceived my mother´s shouting words at my father: “You will never, never, never see your children again!”

Did I get it right? I should never ever see my beloved father again, whom I loved more than anyone else in the world? At that time with my innocent childish heart it had been difficult to imagine how my mother intended to separate us from our father for good.

Today I know that she obviously used a rather approved mean – having happened so many times before in the run of history – to get father / Father out of children’s life. As I learned later on he had had a personal experience with the “Man from Galilee”, slain for all mankind, its sin and burden (Isaiah 53). So my mother, not able to consider my father’s faith, went to her “holy church” and had my father and his belief in an expert opinion declared as potentially mentally disturbed. This was even confirmed in a court procedure, claiming “in the name of the German people” that he could be a danger for his children!” And that is all!”

Over the years I had become a teenager, yet I suffered more and more from the loss of my father, missing him dreadfully. One of these days the longing for him became so strong, that I had a daydream. In fact, to me this event became so real, that I consider it as an answer, given to me by the One who promised to care for all the shattered souls and orphans, which I am – at least partly.

So in this daydream, I learned to know a boy. He was very handsome, had strong arms, lightblue eyes – just like my father – and a heart of gold, almost divine, I thought. The only disadvantage was his poverty and beyond this – he was a Jew.

In spite of this, I liked, yes loved him with all my heart, a daily more and more and deeper getting feeling overcame me. Although my mother asked me – a protestant girl – not to associate with such a boy, we met secretly.

It didn`t take much time, while playing outdoors, I came to know his friends. We used to meet out of the town close to a huge sparkling lake that seemed to be made of glass. My friend and his eleven companions were just like he himself from the tribes of Israel. My friend belonged to the one of Judah and all the others had each their origin in the remaining tribes. With longing hearts they uttered the name of the “New Jerusalem”.

Far behind the glassy lake, there was something like a mountain. In the bright light of the sun it looked like a golden throne. My friend explained, that this was the place, where his father lives and kept on to introduce himself to me as my brother, eagerly waiting to show me his loving father. First I hesitated, but then the day came and I agreed to meet him.

Although this meeting had taken place only for a while, I yet felt in my childlike soul that I had touched eternity, something that lasts forever.

My brother said a single sentence to his father: „Father, this is your child, MY sister”, then in the short time everything was completed, I had become a Jewess, an adopted one. “What an amazing grace”, I thought.

Having returned from my heavenly Father, we played new games. (Rev. 21:1 ff) My favourite one was called “Promise on earth”. We used to play it only once a week – on the “holy Sabbath”. Each time twelve siblings from the twelve tribes of Ishmael joined us. On the past earth in former times they used to keep their holy day on a Friday and with it they served a different God than the God of Israel, just like my former family kept the Sunday as their holy day. With contemplative heart I was pondering about Friday – Shabbat – Sunday. Has the ‘Forever Holy’ from the beginning on had been laid right in the centre, visible for everybody but than again such hidden until the Messiah comes? However, together we twentyfour (12 Israel + 12 Ishmael) united tribes danced around a tree, which my friend and brother called “The tree of life”.

He said, there was a day to come, when He would adopt every human being, longing with all their heart, strength and soul for being set free from the slavery of the church and other idols. I wept with joy, for after all this time I again had a father. I hugged my brother, who dried all my tears with the most wonderful words I had ever heard.

Pessach 5768 (2008):

This story is dedicated to you, my son,
and my beloved daughters, wherever you may live. Have faith!
I want you to know:
real love never ends. I, Eric Martienssen, am your father and never stop thinking about nor praying for you.
And let it be a dream or not. Nothing is impossible to those who believe in HIM.
So I like to greet you with my Jewish heart and hope to see you once again, maybe:
Next year in Jerusalem.

John 10:22-23 Now it was the Feast of Dedication in Jerusalem, and it was winter. And Yeshua walked in the temple, in Solomon’s porch. (NKJ)

As the secular year rapidly approaches its end, Jewish people in Israel and around the world, are preparing to celebrate Chanukah, the Festival of Lights. This non-Levitical feastival commemorates the defeat of the Greco-Syrian dictator Anitochus Epiphanes 180 years before the birth of Yeshua. Antiochus was definately an anti-Christ and earned his place in the line of evil men who attempted to destroy Israel and the Jewish people. Antiochus banned circumsion and other Jewish practices. His ultimate affront was to sacrifice a pig on the altar of the Holy Temple. The Jews were frozen in fear of the tyrant and the great majority submitted to every ungodly command of Antiochus and his soldiers.

At the height of Greco-Syrian occupation a Jewish zealot, Judah Macabee and his brothers refused to bow down to the pagan occupiers and began a revolt that ended in the defeat and subsequent departure of their far stronger and better equipped oppressors. I am not too familiar with the details of the Jewish victory, but I am sure there were supernatural beings involved, and the hand of God must surely have been the primary reason behind the Jews regaining rule over their own nation. Just to leave His mark on the defeat if His enemies, the LORD performed an undeniable miracle when He supernaturally kept the Eternal Flame burning after the Temple had been cleansed and rededicated. There was only enough oil on hand for one day, but the flame burnt for the full 8 days that it took to produce a new stock of oil. Surely YHVH had His hand on the situation – the same hand that has been on the Jewish people since the time they became a people, continuing until this very day.

As we prepare to celebrate Chanukah 2007, the Annapolis Peace Summit is now behind us. The outcome will not really be known for some time. But the object of the calls for Israel to give away her legitimate hold on Judea and Samaria (the West Bank) including East Jerusalem is not very different from the object of Antiochus 2100 years ago – to abort the plans and purposes of God as spoken through the Hebrew prophets. The ultimate plan for the Jewish
people is to welcome back the Son of God with the words “BARUCH HA BAH B’SHEM ADONAI - Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord”- to be the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. to sit upon the Throne of David in an undivided Jerusalem, capital of the Jewish state.

Israel and Judea and Samara are the heartlands of Israel. Almost every pro Israel commentator has described the calls for Israel to give away Judea and Samaria as a veiled attempt to bring about the end of the Jewish state , thus aborting the plans of God to re-establish Jis Kingdom on the Earth. The same outcome hoped for by Pharaoh, Haman, Antiochus, Herod, Hitler, Arafat and now Armedinejhad. We, the modern day people of God, need to learn a lesson from the Chanukah story. While the unbelievers bow down, consciously or sub-consciously, to the plans of the evil one, we need to be the modern day Macabees and resist the un-Biblical demands of the Annapolis summit.
We need to rise up in prayer and intercession to meet the threat against the Kingdom of God head on ! We also need to make our voices heard in our churches, in our government halls and in our news media.

As we partner with the LORD to defeat His enemies, we can look forward with renewed hope that at a Feast of Dedication not too far away we will see Yeshua walking the temple, in Solomon’s porch.

The Lord bless you as you bless Israel by standing in defense of her right to exist on the land given to the Jewish people by the God of Israel . Lets pray that Israel will turn back to their God. Do not be silent, but share this with your fellow Christians, share it with your pastors, and with anyone you have a chance to speak to. Lets also pray for that breakthrough to the Muslims, and please remember to pray for our son Jordan, and all of his fellow soldiers in the IDF.

Shabbat Shalom
David & Josie