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Hello reader. You may have already read part one of my Tel Aviv walking tour story. If not, click here. If you have read it, here is part two...

Leaving the historic kiosk behind, I strolled up Rothschild Boulevard, a very leafy street which used to be the residential address of choice for the well_to_do of Tel Aviv. That is now no longer the case but the area continues to be an attractive one and many coffee shops, restaurants and businesses are based there. Here is a photo looking down the street:




Sheinken Street then beckoned, the fashion centre of the city and, in the opinion of the self_appointed local experts on matters chic, "the place to be seen". I therefore steadied myself, put on my best cool attitude and took plenty of time to strut along the sidewalk Travolta_style.... However, despite all my efforts, I was not approached by any model agency talent scouts and so I returned full circle to where I had started my walk, Kikar Magen David. Yet that is not the end of the tale. After negotiating my way past all the regular shoppers on Allenby Street, I crossed into Ben Yehuda Street and, taking in the sights and sounds of my surroundings, the sign "Dugit Messianic Outreach Centre" to my left caught my eye. I was intrigued but I wondered whether it might be something cultish as opposed to godly. I decided to check it out. I ventured in and asked the guys that I saw there sitting down on two couches what the centre was all about. One of them answered me, saying that it was a centre for people who believed in Yeshua! I happily replied that I was in the right place as I believed in Him too! After being introduced to all of the people present, the guy in charge, Moshe, and I started chatting. He explained to me that he and his parents had made aliyah from Canada and, having completed his military service in the Israel Defense Forces (IDF), was now serving full_time at the Outreach Centre. Moshe also told me that, although suffering opposition from non_believers, the Messianic community in Tel Aviv was active and growing. Please pray for him, the Outreach Centre and the Messianic believers in the city.

After saying goodbye and shalom to Moshe and the other guys, I kept walking northwards for a while on Ben Yehuda Street as the afternoon turned into early evening. Buying some food at one of the many cafe/bars that spill out onto the sidewalk, I then went westwards towards the beach. On the way, I passed the British Embassy (on the corner of HaYarkon Street and Arlosoroff Street), which, for reasons of political expediency and in common with every other foreign embassy in Israel, is located in Tel Aviv instead of the eternal and indivisible capital of the State of Israel, the place which ADONAI has chosen (1 Kings 11:36 is just one of many references), the Holy City of Jerusalem. Let me just pause here to make a serious point. I was born and raised in England, I am a British citizen by law and a subject of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. However, I am also a son of the King of Kings (Galatians 3:26) and my allegiance is to Him first and foremost. As such, I can say clearly that, while there are many things that the UK has done of which I am proud, this policy is definitely not one of them. In fact, I regard it as utterly shameful and I have no doubt that, one day, those who established and maintained it will be called to account for their actions before the Most High of Israel. I hope and pray for their sakes that, if they have not already done so, those people will repent of their ways and put their faith in Yeshua in order that He may intercede for them before the Father (Romans 8:34; Hebrews 7:25).

Anyway, sermon over.... I got to the beach and sat on the wall along the path overlooking it by the Tel Aviv Hilton to have a rest and a bite to eat. I watched the sun go down over the sea: such a beautiful sight: