Yom Kippur: The Secret in the Talmud that no one has discovered! @ONEFORISRAEL

ONE FOR ISRAEL Ministry | Yom Kippur: The Secret in the Talmud that no one has discovered! @ONEFORISRAEL | Uploaded October 2024 | Updated October 2024, 12 hours ago.
The ancient Talmud speaks of amazing miracles that happened on Yom Kippur, the holiest day on our Jewish calendar. Even more miraculous is what happened 40 years before the temple's destruction; the miracles that used to accompany this day turned upside down! Discover this fantastic mystery with us and the Final atonement made by our High Priest Yeshua!

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How can you obey all of Gods laws? - Word from Israel

$A Bereaved Mothers Prayer - A tribute to the families who paid the highest price for our freedom. Download the song Here: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/763d570/ feat-aviva-avidan On Thursday, December 14, 2023, the news arrived that Uriah, a soldier in the “Maglan” commando unit, had been seriously injured and was being treated in the intensive care unit at Soroka Hospital in Beer Sheva. The next morning, we arrived at the hospital. I remember well the hug with Gideon, Uriahs father. His arms were strong as always, but they trembled slightly. In a weak yet confident voice, he whispered in my ear: God never makes mistakes, but we dont always understand Him. Gideon came to Israel with his parents in 1972 when he was two years old. The family are non-Jewish Germans who love Israel, and especially the God of Israel. After they arrived in the country, they established a convalescent home and a retirement home for Holocaust survivors. Gideon and his wife, Nelly, have five children. Uriah was the fourth of them. When the war began, four of their five children (the youngest is still in high school) went out to defend their country, our country. Nelly and Gideon prayed that God would protect their children and bring them home safely. Then came the phone call with the bitter news of Uriahs severe injury. Uriah fought for three days until the injury overcame the strong, handsome, loving, and beloved young man. On the day of his burial, Nelly, the woman from Germany who made Israel her home and homeland, delivered a eulogy in which she uniquely and profoundly described the meaning of being a mother in Israel. Her love for the people of Israel and the land of Israel, her Zionist values, her unbearable pain alongside her unwavering hope in the God of Israel, left a deep impression on all of us, a mixture of sadness and hope. This feeling is shared by everyone who has been in contact with the family since that terrible day. The pain has not faded, and the hope has not lost its strength. The pure and unshakable faith of Nelly, Gideon, and the rest of the family is a model for every person. With tear-filled yet wide-open eyes, they look at reality and cling to their belief that God is good and that He never makes mistakes. Sometimes, we dont understand Him. And so, the whole family continues to give and contribute, to love and to be a blessing to so many. The song The prayers of Bereaved Mother was written in inspiration of the dear Bayer family. The lyrics are the result of things they said, and sometimes what their eyes expressed when their mouths couldnt utter even a faint whisper. This song is not about Uriah Bayer, but his memory is in every word and every note, and therefore the song is dedicated to him and his family. I would like to thank all those involved in this project - those who encouraged, supported, commented, and illuminated. To all the professionals who willingly joined in so we could produce the song with proper quality. Thank you, Nelly, Gideon, and the rest of the family, for allowing us to glimpse into your special character and draw strength from your great hope. Thank you, God, for Your unwavering faithfulness to Your people! Eitan Kashtan Credits: Lyrics and Music: Eitan Kashtan Arrangement: Gal Padeh Singing: Aviva Avidan Vocals: Gal Padeh Classic, Acoustic and Electric Guitar: Avi Singolda Bass: Avi Ifrach Keyboard, Piano, drums and percussions: Gal Padeh Strings performance & string arrangement by Yoed Nir Strings recorded at Yoed Nirs Studios Recordings and Mix: Gal Padeh – Studio 39 Mastering: Jonathan Danino Lyrics: My God, my Savior, hear my prayer, let my cry come to You. For my days have vanished away in smoke and ashes, I became like a ruined place. My God, my Savior, my heart is stormed, the sounds of war thunder. I cried out, My God, protect my children, that they may return to me safely. Chorus: My God, answer me, hear my supplication. My God, Father, please strengthen me. And suddenly, disaster knocked at my door. Darkness enveloped my soul. Days passed, hope was lost – Approved for publication – thats me! You didnt err, my God. I don’t know why You took my son from me. You didnt make mistake, my God. You didnt abandon Your kindness even as my world fell apart. Chorus: My God, answer me, hear my supplication My God, Father, please comfort me Bridge: Our hope is not lost, The hope of two thousand years, To be a free people in our land, The land of Zion and Jerusalem. Our hope is not lost, The hope of two thousand years, For the Messiah to return to our land, To Zion, to Jerusalem! And I remember, the pain of loss, You know, for You gave Your Son. He sacrificed His soul, as You promised, and lit Your light in my heart. So, I found comfort, I know, I am not alone, forever I will be by Your side. For You are the eternal light that overcomes the darkness, my hope is in You, in the Light of God! (Uriya)$

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$Woe to my Country | Hebrew music video Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1vyGhBqIb5jCZiM6pWEdbK?si=uGWSmQ2-R7CSk6DWvI5JMA&nd=1&dlsi=c43b34d9a046493d Behind the Music: The morning of October seventh, a Saturday morning, changed our lives forever. The brutal and murderous attack against Israel, our sovereign state, left many (myself included) feeling astonished, heart-broken and deeply concerned. The very next morning we were already thinking of ways to help, even just small ways. Since I’m not a reservist anymore (they dont take old man who has nine grandkids…), I realized that the most efficient way to help was to get into my car and drive whatever could be gathered to soldiers and civilians wherever it was needed, including close to the front of the battle. And like many of my fellow countrymen, I began doing all that I could do. To that end, we, at the Bible College rented a car and started locating and purchasing the necessary equipment to deliver, delivering to both civilians and soldiers. On the ninth of October, a Monday, I found myself driving to the south. The atmosphere was hard as roads were completely bare, excepting for vehicles of the security forces. No one was walking around in the south. The windows of the military and police vehicles were open and bordered by protruding rifle barrels. Every few minutes the shouts of alarm and explosions were heard, and from time to time gun shots, evidence of encounters between the Israeli soldiers and the Hamas terrorists, who were still roaming the area. The feeling was hard. My soul experienced the difficulty and the pain. When I entered Sderot, it looked like a ghost town, although all of its inhabitants were still there. I looked at the houses and could see people looking through the closed shutters. The scene was terrible, like something you’d see in a movie. From time to time, I had to stop on the side of the road and write these feelings. Writing, “Oh, there is no life here,” “Sderot will never recover”; “Alas for us, everything fell apart”. Continuing on to Kibbutz Reim, I witnessed the devastation. The kibbutz was closed, but my eyes were able to see more than was needed. I left there and left a part of me. I found myself stopping again on the side of the road and writing about the experience; the loss my eyes saw, the smells that filled my nose, the worry that encompassed me. I felt the feelings surround me and I wrote, “We will never come back here”. On my way back I saw a few of the survivors of the Nova party. They looked shocked. We didn’t speak but I left for them some boxes with sandwiches before driving away. Day after day, I traveled this way. And as I traveled back and forth, I wrote. Writing was how I consoled my soul, which was troubled and plagued by the terrible feelings of pain. Doubts about the future of the south and the future of the country flooded my head. The shooting towards the south continued, the sounds of the clashes did not disappear and the agony prompted questions of, “What will happen to us? Will one day the villages of the south return to prosper and flourish? After almost a week of this, I met a man. On his shirt were the words, “Kibbutz Reim”. He told me that he is in the kibbutz and every day he waters the pots in the houses of those who are left. He told me, “When they come back, they will be happy to see their flowers blooming.” I felt full of hope. I got into the car and wrote: “There is a ray of light, we will overcome everything. Israel will win. The south will prosper for the God of Israel lives and exists!” After a while I looked at the lines written down. The first lines were written with a trembling hand and a broken heart and while I could hear sounds of missiles and alarms. However, the lines after were written to express hope, faith, and security of our confidence in the Rock of Israel, which never changes. God promised to be with us, with his people. Indeed He is, “Immanuel” – God with us. Slowly my thoughts turned into rhymes and melodies were added to them. The final result is the song “Woe to my country.” I would like to thank, with the deepest appreciation, all of my partners, those who encouraged me, supported me, enlightened my perspective. This song has been a journey of my heart and an outpouring of my soul. Thus so, I owe a debt of gratitude to all those who helped bring this project to completion. Most importantly, I would like to thank God, again, for His unreserved faithfulness to me, to His people, to His promises and to this land. Eitan Kashtan Credits: Lyrics and Music: Eitan Kashtan Arrangement: Gal Padeh Singing: Yuval Vahav Voices: Gal Padeh, Yuval Vahav Classic, Acoustic and Electric Guitar: Avi Singolda Bass Guitar: Avi Ifrach Strings: Marias Quartet Recording and Mix: Gal Padeh – Studio 39 Mastering: Jonathan Danino$

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