As the number of congregants grew too large for Avraham’s home, they moved to a field with sparsely planted trees —which only an Israeli would look at and think to call a “forest.” Within several months, however, the summer heat became too intense for outside services. They would need to get creative since renting a meeting hall was too pricey. For a while, the only place they could find within their budget was a cave on the edge of an archaeological park near the Dead Sea that dated back to the time of Yeshua.
As our nation celebrated 3,000 years since Jerusalem became its capital, our small group of believers gathered to celebrate our first service together a few miles north of Tel Aviv. We called it “HaSharon Congregation” as we lived on the Sharon plain near the Mediterranean Sea. We would eventually outgrow our home, move our meeting place to Tel Aviv and rename the congregation Tiferet Yeshua (The Glory of Yeshua).
