I gave up on New York City.
I was born there. I lived there until I moved to California a mere fifty years ago. I have three grown children who live there, and one fascinating grandson. All my other relatives are in that area (Florida is a suburb of New York).
New York City. It’s the largest urban concentration of Jews in the world, and I am called to interpret Yeshua to the Jewish world.
But about a year ago, I gave up on New York.
The numbers just didn’t work. I couldn’t afford to live there.
And a year ago I had a stroke. It stopped me in my tracks, and God certainly got my attention! Then he healed me from the effects of the stroke. I am typing with a once-paralyzed hand and if you see me walking, you will never guess I had that stroke and once struggled to stagger behind an aluminum walker.
And then, something else.
The Great Chess Master moved some pieces of reality in a way I never anticipated. Never dreamed. Never asked.
So start spreading the news.
Naomi and I are moving to New York, New York where I have accepted a position as Rabbi of Shuvah Yisrael Messianic Congregation in Plainview, which is on Long Island, a lovely extension of BROOKLYN, where I grew up.
I will also continue as Rabbi of Ahavat Zion Messianic Synagogue in Los Angeles, “Your On-line Alternative,” and I will be broadening ministry of my non-profit, Interfaithfulness, the hub of the various ways I build bridges instead of walls where the Jewish and Christian worlds intersect.
Naomi and I are not going to New York because I am a New Yorker. We are not going because our children, grandson, and other family members are there.
These are good reasons. But there is a better one.
We are going because God has opened a door and given us a nudge.
Something about fruitfulness.
Start spreading the news.