🏠 Pastor Jamie Tseng｜BBPN Beit Simcha｜March 25, 2026
An Encounter Already Woven
On the evening of March 24, I hosted three 22-year-old Israeli young men—Y, A, and B. A and B had just begun their overseas journey, with Taiwan as their very first stop; Y had just completed his trip to Sri Lanka and arrived here as his second destination. Their eyes sparkled with curiosity about the world, yet still carried a purity not yet worn down by life.
God’s arrangements are always so delicate and precise—Y’s commander in the army turned out to be someone from the third group of backpackers we had hosted before. As we took a photo together and connected, I once again knew in my heart: this was not a coincidence, but an encounter God had already woven.
A Hot Pot That Opened Hearts
Before the meal, as usual, I shared the heart behind the Burning Bush Prayer Network and Beit Simcha—that we desire to personally say “thank you” to the Jewish people for preserving the Scriptures, through which we have come to know the Messiah.
This was their first time ever eating hot pot. The three young men were as excited as children, constantly calling my name, “Jamie,” eagerly asking questions and sharing their life stories and thoughts. When A asked me, “Why do you support Israel so much?” I answered, “Because I read the Bible and have come to know the God of Israel. From the Hebrew Scriptures to the New Testament, I see His unchanging love. You are the root, and we are the wild olive branches grafted in.”
This conversation was no longer just an exchange of information—it became a spiritual alignment of identity and connection.
During the meal, I suddenly felt—I was not hosting guests, but sitting with three sons. When I mentioned that I was hosting alone that evening, B gently said, “Having you is the best.” When I shared about my cancer journey and my still-thinning hair, he looked at me and said, “You are the best just as you are now.”
That was not politeness—it was a simple, sincere acceptance. In that moment, I felt something within me awaken quietly—a mother’s heart stirred by God.
On the Way of Thanksgiving, Becoming a Song of Praise
After dinner, we walked together back to Beit HaMashiach (House of Messiah). Along the way, the three young men kept thanking me enthusiastically, and I repeatedly told them, “Bevakasha (you’re welcome), don’t thank me—this is all because of Abba Father!”
So we kept saying to one another, “Baruch HaShem! Toda Abba!” (Blessed be God! Thank You, Abba Father!)
They also taught me Israeli slang, along with trendy hand gestures: Yalla (“Let’s go!”), Sababa (“Great!”), Ahlan (“Awesome!”), and Al-Haeinayim (“I’ve got your back, I’m here for you”).
They even began singing joyfully along the way: “Everything is because of the Father!”
When we truly return our gratitude to God, songs of joy overflow into the streets.
Revelation in the Elevator: Life (Chai)
As we entered the elevator, I asked them to guess which floor I lived on. When I pressed “18,” they immediately exclaimed, “Chai!” (Life).
In Hebrew culture, 18 symbolises “life.” The four of us spontaneously declared together in the elevator: “L’Chai! Am Yisrael Chai!” (To life! The people of Israel live!)
It was as if Abba Father Himself was saying to them: your lives are My gift, tenderly held in My hands.
At Home: Love and Truth Together
Back at home, they were full of curiosity about everything, taking initiative to read the introduction of the Burning Bush Prayer Network and asking many questions. Like a mother, I patiently shared the spiritual meaning behind each item.
Then came our Ning’s Brew kombucha time. With the first cup, we shouted together, “Am Yisrael Chai!” With the second and third cups, they insisted on toasting for me, deeply moving my heart; with the fourth, they especially blessed my health.
After that, they joyfully DIYed the remaining kombucha—bottling, labelling, and tying ribbons—laughter filled the room, and the whole process was full of the warmth of home.
A Moment of God’s Touch
Then, I released prophetic blessings over each of them through the “Voice of Burning Bush.” Y used the hand-on-heart gesture he had just taught me to express how deeply touched he was; B immediately stood up, hugged me tightly, and said this was the warmest experience he had ever had in his life; A’s eyes filled with tears as he shared how these words brought him great comfort.
When they learned that I was the same age as B’s mother, I stepped forward, embraced him, and said, “You are my son too!” He immediately responded, “If I’m ever unhappy in Israel, I will come to you!”
Thank the Lord—this relationship was no longer just a passing moment in a journey, but a family bond personally connected by God.
The Cross: A Sign of Love and Redemption
As they flipped through the guestbook and saw drawings from the Israeli children we had hosted the night before—including two crosses—they were amazed.
Pointing to the large cross in the living room, I told them, “The Hebrew Scriptures teach that anyone hung on a tree is under a curse. Yeshua (Jesus) was hung upon the tree to bear our curse and become our atoning sacrifice. Therefore, the cross – once a symbol of judgement, has become a sign of love and redemption.”
They listened quietly. I believe the truth, like a seed, has gently fallen into hearts longing for love.
Before Leaving, They Wrote:
“Am Yisrael Chai! Everything is for the best! Am Yisrael Chai!”
“I never imagined I would receive such hospitality from someone so culturally different, yet I have truly fallen in love with this entire experience.”
“We do not take any of this for granted. Once again, from the depths of our hearts, we give thanks for this precious experience.”
These words were not just gratitude—they were the imprint of God’s love upon their souls.
Prayer: The Purest and Deepest Presence
Finally, we held hands in a circle to pray. B spontaneously took three tissues from the table and placed them on their heads as makeshift kippahs.
There was no formality, yet there were a deep reverence and purity. In the small living room of Beit HaMashiach, hand in hand, we experienced the real presence of the Father.
❤️Entrusting My Three Sons into the Father’s Hands
That night, I did not do anything extraordinary. I simply offered a meal, opened a door, and gave my heart. But God accomplished something marvellous—He let love cross cultures, turned strangers into family, and made me, a single woman, “a happy mother of children” (Psalm 113:9), receiving three Israeli sons. Hallelujah!
Prayer
Dear Heavenly Father,
I entrust Y, A, and B into Your hands.May You be their way, their truth, and their life (Chai). Guide and protect them throughout their journey, and draw them into a deeper knowledge of You and of the Lord Yeshua. When they remember this night, may they not only recall a beautiful encounter, but they also remember Your real, gentle, and unchanging love.
In Yeshua’s name, Amen.
