The ten Days of Awe, beginning with Rosh HaShana, are preparatory days leading up to Yom Kippur. These days are given to make amends to those whom one has harmed in any way. Whether one's name is written in the Book of Life is dependent on one's repentance. The chief Rabbis of Jerusalem led a service at the Kotel, calling individuals to repent. Thousands of them came; until it seemed that the Western Wall Plaza could not possibly hold another body!
The narrow passageways of the Old City were congested with those who were compelled to be there; throngs of people pressing and pushing, a scene that Yeshua was very familiar with. Rick and I found a spot on the stairs descending to the plaza. Immediately behind, in front and beside, were individuals who fervently followed their prayer books. The participation of the crowd, many old and many young, was focused and sincere. We sang along in tongues, a language other than English or Hebrew. We prayed for Yeshua to respond generously to the heart cries of those who yearned for forgiveness.
In front of us stood a woman who was fluent in Hebrew, but also was able to speak some English. Right beside, a gentleman boldly blew the shofar, strongly stirring her heart and bringing tears to her eyes. Later, as we turned to leave the plaza, our eyes met. I touched her arm and spoke a blessing over her which she gladly received. I sensed our souls and spirits had touched; that the love of Father God had bridged the cultural gap, that we understood one another, that we were both asking Father for intimacy with Him.
Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.