Jewish Pulpit
Kishnev, Moldova

This picture has more deeply impacted me than any other. In fact, until now this picture hangs on the walls of only a very few friends. It’s meaning was just so deep and felt too personal for me to release to the public. It tells a story, however, now to be shared.

It was here, arrested, transfixed in the ruins of this synagogue, standing with no roof and open to the sky, that if ever I saw a picture that was a prayer it now stood before me. The three of us had come thousands of miles on a mission, to breathe life into the preaching of the Jews, that they may once again be like Paul of old, that once again the world would know the fire and zeal of the preaching that only the Jews can bring. And now there stood before me this Jewish pulpit, enduring the destruction of the years, still ascending to a yet unrevealed plane.

This depiction of this Jewish pulpit stands not only out of focus but also out of time. It speaks of a history past while crying out for a history yet to be fulfilled. My profound hope is that this picture will become a prayer for you, that with every seeing of it you will cry ever so deeply for the destiny of the Jewish people, for He who watches Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps.