My Prophetic Trip to Gondar, Ethiopia (Part IV)

ANOTHER VISION FULFILLED

Saturday we boarded a plane to fly from Addis Ababa to Gondar. It took us over the dry landscape of Africa. Little towns like Debre Markos and Bahar Dar (that were mentioned in Rabbi Gedamu’s book Journey Beyond Imagination) dotted the barren countryside.

We were picked up by Rabbi Gedamu’s eldest sister, Rebekeneha who owns her own school in Gondar that we’ll get to tour one day. She greeted each of us with the customary Ethiopian greeting (three kisses alternating on each cheek) and a bouquet of flowers and greenery that she says means life.

When we stepped into her school bus, she had spread greenery on the floor so that we could walk on life. How sweet!

Then she took us to the land where the orphanage, primarily for the Beta Yisrael, the Black Jewish children, will be built. There, they will be taken care of as they wait to make aliyah to Israel.

Sherri, the one to whom God had given the vision for this orphanage along with Rabbi Gedamu, wept at the sight as did most of us (yes, including me:-D) at the sight of the land. We could spiritually see the orphanage erected and children running to and fro. Rebekeneha had already hired a guard to protect the land (a young man who greeted us by kissing our knees) and she had already commissioned the planting of little seedlings all around the perimeter of the property. Pray for the rain they need to make them grow tall enough to provide shade and protection for these children.

In 90-degree weather, we marched around the land and prayed for everything 1) from the equipment and manpower needed 2) to favor with the government 3) to all the finances 4) to the children who will be fed, clothed, schooled, trained and especially rescued from the devastation of poverty.

(I stood at the fence and took a picture of the others walking the land.)

Then we went into a little shed, the only building on the property, so that we could pray collectively. (The blue building in the picture above.) Rabbi Gedamu asked Aminta, Sherri, and me to pray, and he closed us in a final prayer.

(We all posed to take a picture on the land: Rebekeneha’s husband, the groundskeeper, me, Rabbi Gedamu, Sherri, Aminta, Rebekeneha, and her two granddaughters in orange.

Later on in the week, we will go to the remote village where we will screen the children who will be the first residents of the orphanage.

It was indeed a day of great joy! Has God not spoken it? Will it not come to pass? Hold on to the vision! Don’t let go!

Thank you for traveling with me.