I red Jan Mikael's post and I also felt this news "that Great Storm knock's Anne Frank's Tree of Hope down" message to be prophetic and speaking to us.
In many ways God speaks to people in different
parts of the world, if they only see and listen. We also in Finland had
many storms this summer with a prophetic messige how the storm moved.
(URL) Anne Frank's Tree Topples in High Wind "Anne Frank mentioned the tree several times in her world famous diary. "Nearly every morning I go to the attic to blow the stuffy air out of my lungs," she wrote on Feb. 23, 1944. "From my favorite spot on the floor I can look up at the blue sky and the bare chestnut tree, on whose branches little raindrops shine, appearing like silver, and at the seagulls and other birds as they glide on the wind."
The Nazis discovered the Frank family hideout and raided it on Aug. 4, 1944. She and her sister Margot both died in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in March 1945."
Well, I noticed something interesting: The
day she wrote about that chestnut tree; Tree of Hope, was Feb. 23, 1944
and the day the tree fell down was Aug. 23, 2010.
In between there is a time of 66 years and 6 months exactly. Does this mean anything; I don't know.
Could it be that when the Bride is raptured soon,
the 'watchman on the wall', a friend and supporter is taken from
Israel. Soon Israel is also facing the time of Jacob's trouble. Hunters
are starting to hunt and jews are again escaping from their lives.
Israel very soon is fighting in war and the next
war (Psalm 83) will be devastating (the destruction of Damascus).
Attacs against jews start all over the world.
Years ago I heard this song of Mikis Theodorakis
(below) and I liked it's sad melancholy somehow. But I never looked for
what these Greek words ment. Now I saw this song again and noticed that
it tells about a Jewish young girl, like Anne...
Farandouri -Theodorakis : Άσμα ασμάτων, (Asma Asmaton) Song of Songs
How beautiful my love is
In her everyday dress
And a little comb in her hair
No-one knew how beautiful she is
Young girls of Auschwitz
Young girls of Dachau
Have you seen my love?
We saw her on a long journey
She no longer had her dress
Nor the little comb in her hair
Love in Yeshua,