To Be a Jew

To be a Jew who knows Yeshua!

With the news coming out of Europe of all the anti-Semitism, memories of past years have occupied my day. Remembering childhood events can be painful for a Jewish boy raised in the 40’s. It was 1948 or 49 I was 8 or 9 years old living in my Grandparents home, we were Jews in a neighborhood of gentiles and it seemed that no one could understand why or how Jews could be living there.

Possibly I should begin three years earlier, my mother had married a gentile after the death of my Father, and the Ku Klux Klan came to our home late one night, they nearly killed my step father just because he had married a Jewish women. They dishonored my mother in our front yard by ripping her cloths off, and spitting on her, I was 5 maybe 6 years old and when I ran to her they threw me on the ground then kicked me, breaking my ribs. All this because we were Jews. They called themselves white red-blooded Christian men, my first real introduction to Christianity.

But, it was evening and I heard my grandmother crying and saying over and over, why, why, why. As I eased to the top of the stairs I could see my grandfather standing in the middle of the room holding my grandmother in his arms as she cried. Then I heard her say, they must all be dead, Hitler killed them all, I know he did, or we would have heard from them. Where is God she asks does He no longer hear us as we cry out for Him? Has He chosen us Jews only to suffer and be the ones who always must be killed? So let Him chose someone else, do us a favor God chose someone else please she would say over and over. Those she was crying over were our family who never made it out of Germany, and died in the Nazi concentration camps.

My childhood was filled with horror stories of the Holocaust, I could fill many pages but I will save that for another day. Yesterday I received several emails from Belgium, France, and Germany all of them telling of the violence and hatred towards us Jews. All of them comparing what is happening today with what happened just before the Second World War. How Jews are being beaten and even killed, Jewish homes and Synagogues are being burned. On the phone with a Rabbi in Belgium who told me that he couldn’t allow his wife and children to even walk down the street alone, for fear of losing them to those who hate Jews.

After my Bar Mitzvah at the age of 13, I decided enough was enough, and I denied my Jewishness. For the next 15 years I ran from it not wanting to acknowledge that I was Jewish. In 1968 an 80 year old man, Mr. Frank Graham, came to me and introduced me to the Jew who loved me so much that He died for me. A few days later after fighting God and the Holy Spirit I found myself on my knees crying tears of joy and repentance’s. And the Ruach Ha Kodesh moved in my heart of stone and gave me a new heart, but not just a new heart but a renewed Jewish one. For I didn’t meet a gentile Jesus, but a Jewish Messiah, Yeshua. Once again I found I was a Jew, and inside of me awoke a desire to know this Jew who died for me, who shed His blood for a worthless Jew who had turned his back on his own people. And even on Him who had now appeared to him as God.

After a few years of walking with Yeshua, lead by the Ruach Ha Kodesh God gave me a beautiful Jewish wife (Connie) who loved Yeshua. Our kids are grown and each of them love and serve Yeshua. I knew I had a debt to pay, we had to raise our kids in Israel, as Jews who knew Him as the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. That all those in my family who my grandmother was crying for that night would have their bloodline in the land God had promised them. That through the family God has given me, a promise could be realized for each of those who Hitler had murdered, it would be their victory.

So let it be known, that until the day I die, I will not only proclaim that I am a follower in Yeshua Ha Mashiach (Jesus the risen Messiah) but that I am a Jew.

There are many things happening in Israel and the world I could have written about today, but I just felt this needed to be said.

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, for our son Joel, for the IDF soldiers, for this Ministry and your part in it.

Shabbat Shalom, jerry golden.

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