A Messianic Ministry
sharing Yeshua the Jewish Messiah in Central Pennsylvania
The Messianic Hebrew-Christian Fellowship
Why I Believe that Jesus (Yeshua)
is the Jewish Messiah
by Rachmiel Frydland,
Former Rabbinical Student &
Messianic Jewish Teacher
September 1, 1939 was a beautiful day in Warsaw, Poland. I was walking along Nowolipki Street, heading toward the Jewish business district, when the big rooftop sirens began to wail. "Another air raid test," I thought. A half block farther on, I heard the drone of airplane engines and then the heart-stopping roar of exploding bombs. Warsaw was under attack by German bombers. World War II had begun.
I quickly took shelter in a nearby house, but not for long. Where could Polish citizens, especially those who were Jewish, find protection from the advancing Nazi juggernaut? Little did I realize then that behind the swiftly advancing phalanxes of the German military machines were the Nazi weapons of slave labor, starvation, torture and murder for the so-called "inferior races."
European Jews have seldom enjoyed complete freedom, but there was no hint of the approaching holocaust while I was growing up in a tiny forest village near Chelm, Poland. It was during the years following World War One, when my father eked out a living for our family of seven by buying fruits, vegetables and animals from peasant farmers and selling them to the townspeople.
BECOMING A RABBINICAL STUDENT
As I studied, perturbing questions began to creep into my thinking. Like small barriers at first, they began to loom larger. Were the Gentiles as terrible as my teachers said? Why did Christians follow the teachings of our Jewish prophets? Must the school discipline be so strict and unfeeling?
A growing rebellion stirred within me. Gradually, without realizing it, I moved away from a rabbinical career. First I left the highly regarded rabbinical seminary which I was attending for one which was less rigid. Then I shifted again to another one with still more freedom. Encountering some financial difficulties, I began to sell clothing items in the street to earn money. This completely disqualified me for rabbinical training.
At seventeen, I was on my own in Warsaw. Looking for a place to stay, I was taken in by a Jewish tailor and his family. I soon learned that they were visiting a meeting hall where Gentile Christians were seeking to convert Jews. My new friends encouraged me to go with them. They said that I could help them answer the missionaries' claim that Jesus was really the Messiah of the Jewish people. I agreed to go.
ARGUING WITH A PREACHER
Seventy weeks are determined upon thy people and upon thy holy city, to finish the transgression, and to make an end of sins, and to make reconciliation for iniquity, and to bring in everlasting righteousness, and to seal up the vision and the prophecy, and to anoint the most Holy. Know therefore and understand, that from the going forth of the commandment to restore and to build Jerusalem unto the Messiah the Prince shall a seven weeks, and threescore and two weeks: the street shall be built again, and the wall, even in troublous times. And after threescore and two weeks shall Messiah be cut off, but not for Himself.
This declaration raised many questions, but the one which puzzled me most was: "Why was Messiah to be cut off?" Further study and reflection caused my ready-made answers to melt away. I realized that my objections were based mostly upon what others had taught me and not upon my own unprejudiced study of the Bible. The prophetic promises which appeared to be fulfilled in Jesus were too numerous to be explained away. As I admitted these things to myself, I determined to read the New Testament to find out about this Jesus.
A GREAT DISCOVERY
At first I lacked courage to admit that I had been wrong and to confess what I now believed. One evening in 1937 I sat in a meeting composed wholly of Jewish people who professed Jesus as the Messiah. The speaker was a Gentile woman who spoke compellingly and with great understanding about the Temple of Jerusalem. She traced its great significance for the faith of Israel, showing that its appointments and structure were Divine object lessons, pointing to man's sinful condition and God's provision for forgiveness, culminating in the sacrifice of the Messiah for the forgiveness of sins. So, that was why Messiah had to be cut off, as Daniel had foretold! "How is it," I asked myself, "that a Gentile woman knows more about the Bible and its significance than I, a student of a Yeshiva?" At that very meeting I prayed and asked Messiah Jesus to become my Atonement and Savior. There was a wonderful sense of the forgiveness of sins and a grant of courage to confess Messiah openly.
I had been a believer for two years when the war broke out. Warsaw shook under more and more bombs. Food became scarce and the electricity and water supply failed. Along with several other young Jewish believers in the Messiah, I went to help defend the city. Because I did not want to use a gun, I was given physical work. Within a month the city was crushed and the triumphant Germans marched in.
A TASTE OF NAZI BRUTALITY
That night I escaped in the darkness and resumed my journey. My friends received me gladly and fed me, but in a short time the new restrictive laws against Jews forced me to leave. Returning to Warsaw, I discovered that one of my sisters had died of typhus and that a wall had been built around the Jewish section. I decided to walk the 150 miles southeast to my native village. Jews were not allowed to travel any longer on public vehicles.
One day my sister came to me. "I read your Bible," she said, "and I heard your discussions. I believe, and if God gives us peaceful days, I want to be baptized. " My mother came to me and said, "I have watched you and you are a different person. I was reading your New Testament and I don't see anything wrong in this Jesus. Why are our Rabbis so much against Him?" My father never admitted anything to me. However, he stopped hiding my Bible and rebuking me for speaking about Jesus. He began secretly to read the Bible.
The blossoming faith of my family was a great blessing to me as death drew nearer in 1942. We saw trucks and trains loaded with Jewish people rolling toward the extermination camp at Sobibor. One by one and village by village they disappeared. My father, my mother, my sisters, my newly wedded wife, and all other relatives except a brother-in-law perished. At the end of August the order came for me to go. I was given permission by the mayor of our village to say goodbye to my parents, who at that time had not yet been called. I fled to the woods, and though time and again I was captured, by miracle after miracle God enabled me to survive.
ALONE IN THE WOODS
As I moved from place to place, Gentile Christians often risked their lives by hiding and feeding me. One of my bitterest experiences, however, was the discovery that many German Christians, though they knew of the Nazi atrocities against the Jews, would not help. "It is our government, and we must obey," they said.
IN THE WARSAW GHETTO
Time seemed to drag slowly. There were nights when a Christian family would risk their lives by sheltering a Jew. Once, in the shop of a Christian undertaker, I slept in a coffin. There were other times when a barn provided my shelter. In all that time there was the assurance that God wanted me to live. As long as He wanted it, I was ready. And finally the day came when I was no longer hunted and condemned for being a Jew. In January of 1945, Russian troops entered Warsaw and the automatic death sentence for Jews was lifted.
After the war I left Poland and went to England to study. With my training behind me, I came to the United States to share in a witness for Messiah among my own people. Then, for four years, I lived in Israel, serving as a Pastor to Israeli believers in Messiah and sharing my witness with my brethren there. In Israel I met my wife, who is also a Jewish believer in the Messiah. She had suffered through the Nazi occupation of France and had survived to immigrate to Israel.
WHAT MY HEART FEELS Words fail to describe what my heart feels. Awed by the power and greatness of the God of Daniel, King Darius wrote a decree to his dominions which perhaps describes best the awe and reverence that I feel for what God has done for me:
... for He is The living God, enduring forever; His kingdom shall never be destroyed, and His dominion shall be to the end. He delivers and rescues, He works signs and wonders in heaven and on earth, He who has saved Daniel from the power of the lions. (Daniel 6:26-27).
From my harrowing experience, I see that men who reject Messiah are capable of bringing hell on earth. But surely God has not abandoned mankind. He has a plan for every person who will trust Him. The Bible, which has guided and sustained me thus far, promises that peace and justice will fill the earth only when the Prince of Peace returns. He is the only hope of mankind, and I know that He will come, because He has proved His great love and His miraculous power to me. Will you not also trust Him, my friend?
And I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of grace and of supplications: and they shall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for him, as one mourneth for his only son. - Zechariah 12:10
RACHMIEL FRYDLAND - (1919-1985)
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