For several years, my husband and I had been searching out the Jewish roots of our faith. We had been learning about the Sabbath and the Festivals of the LORD and were trying to incorporate them into our Christian lives. We shared what we could with others in our church only to be looked at strangely or told we were ‘falling away’ from the grace of God and His salvation. Without knowing anyone else who was seeking these things, we felt alone. We continued with our Sunday activities because we were warned about ‘forsaking the fellowship,’ but there was always something missing –– FELLOWSHIP. This particular boring day changed the course of our walk forever.
"Your eyes will see Jerusalem: A tent which will not be folded; its stakes will never be pulled up" (Isaiah 33:20).
