We moved from Tiberias on August 26th, 2001. We had been sensing for a few months previous that Yeshua was getting us ready to move again. This time it would be to the southern most city in Israel; Eilat. It's 250 miles south of Tiberias; 150 miles south of Jerusalem. I went down there for ministry related reasons about a month before the move. While there, I sensed that I should check out some apartments. In prayer, John came to me. He's a Jewish store owner from Connecticut. I thought I was ask him if he knew of any available apartments.
The night before I would see him, while lying in bed, I had a thought about what my father once told me when I was just a little boy. My father was drawn to stories of people who were 'everyday people' but made something of themselves. Edgar Rice Burroughs, the author of Tarzan, was one such person. Edgar, a Chicago clerk, my father told me, wrote Tarzan in his spare time. Of course, it was a great success, even though the mention of tigers in the African jungle didn't upset many readers. Tigers are only found in India, Tibet and China, my father said. In other words, even though Burroughs made a mistake, it didn't take anything away from the book.
I got up the next morning and made my way into Eilat. I had slept at a kibbutz about 20 miles outside the city. When I got to John's store, neither John or his store was anymore! I thought to myself, 'Well, I guess I missed it on John.' The last time Ruti and I were there he told us that he was getting ready to fold it up as he had been tied to the business most of his life. He was about 68 years old. We had presented Messiah Yeshua to him but John 'just knew' that there was no such thing as 'God'. When he was 12 years old, he stepped outside in a thunderstorm and cried out to God to reveal Himself, if He was real. All he got were some lightning and thunder claps. What might have been enough for someone else, wasn't for John.
Across from John's store was Shalom and Juliette's store, another tourist gift shop. We had visited and shared Messiah with them also. I was thinking, 'Well, perhaps I should go to Shalom and ask him?', but I thought, 'That isn't what the Lord directed me to.' I was deliberating about if I should go or not, and as I turned toward Shalom's place, I saw it. Just outside his door he had a circular rack with T-shirts on it. There was an opening in the rack and I could see the front of one shirt. It convinced me that I was to speak with Shalom about an apartment. What was on the T-shirt? Tarzan.
Shalom's 38 year old son just happened to have his apartment up for rent. I saw Shalom's apartment (as Ronen was in Tel Aviv that day studying), and he said his son's, whose apartment was right next door to his, was the 'twin' of his. It was small but clean. Shalom said his son was looking to leave at the end of July or mid August. I said I'd like to see it and they told me that I could call their son the next day.
That day I continued to look at apartments but Shalom's was the only one that was clean. And they all wanted the same amount of money! I called Ruti and told her. In our conversation I misunderstood something that Ruti said. I thought she said that she had gotten 'a check' from the Lord about Ronen's place. I told her I wouldn't consider it.
The following day, Tuesday, I looked at other places and by the evening, I was exhausted. I called Ruti and we spoke of the day and she asked how it went. 'Nothing,' I said. I had been lent a car from a Messianic Jewish friend in Tiberias and he wanted it back by 2 P.M. Wednesday. I told Ruti that if he would let me bring it back by Wednesday evening, I would look around some more for an apartment in the morning to early afternoon on Wednesday, and then make the five hour drive back. But if he didn't, then I'd take it as a sign from the Lord that nothing came up for us in terms of an apartment. I called him and asked him if I could bring the car back later, saying that whatever he wanted I would be glad to do. He said that I could bring it back in the evening.
Wednesday I continued to look for apartments with no success. I ate a falafel for lunch and called Ruti to tell her that I was on my way back and had not found anything. In the phone conversation, Ruti asked me if I had seen Ronen's apartment. I was surprised, thinking that she had previously told me that she sensed 'a check' on it. I told her so and she said, 'Oh no, that's not what I meant.' After I realized that I had misunderstood her, she asked me if I could call him to see the place. I said I'd try. He was there and receptive. I saw the apartment and liked it and agreed on the price and when he would be out. I called Ruti, told her, thanked Yeshua and drove back to Tiberias.
That's how Yeshua used Tarzan to get us an apartment in Eilat and more importantly,
a confirmation that He wanted us in Eilat. Both Ruti and I had a peace about
it and she hadn't even seen the apartment. When we did move in, Ruti liked
it. It was small and cozy, easier to clean than Avraham and Varda's place and
the kitchen was compact, which meant that Ruti didn't have to go from one corner
of the kitchen to the other, as in Varda's place, to get from the refrigerator
to the counter to cook things.