Artists For Israel International

Latest Music From Artists for Israel Messianic Bible Society

Side One

Come Sprinkle Me
Healing Song
I Shall Not Die
Moshiach, Moshiach
Nevertheless, the L-rd Stood by Me
Summer is Ended
This One and That One

Side Two

Chorale - Lead Me to the Rock
I am with You Through the Fire
Kaddish
Not All Isaacs are Returned
Song for the Tribes
The Brooklyn Rebbe from Avenue J

In the world today, we hear so much bad news.  Here’s a true story about a railroad man’s hard life which ends with good news.

My father, Ernest Morel, was abandoned during the Depression by his father when he was a tender child. My paternal grandfather walked away from his family on December 24 when little Ernest was seven years old.  As a poor fatherless boy, he had to make his way alone in the world.  Loneliness is a cry from the hearts of many fine railroad men.  And Daddy had a drinking problem relating back to this abandonment.  But he was devoted to my mother, Mary, who is still living.  When she became critically and chronically ill, he lapsed in caring for himself, and was devoted to her care.  They’d been married 56 1/2  years. At our Brooklyn New York City Jewish ministry, a Jewish believer in Yeshua, Wayne Gilbert, began to bring me copies of ALL ABOARD to give to my father.  Daddy would look at the magazines but would not comment.  The seed was planted deeply into his heart, and only four days from his death, my Dad prayed soberly, somberly, and sincerely to surrender his life to the L-rdship of Yeshua HaMoshiach.  He grew distant, yet a sweetness enveloped him. He was laboring for each breath, so much a resemblance of Moshiach on the Tree.  He had no pain.  The breathing and the pulse grew shorter.  Then G-d took him to Himself.  The night before he passed away, as I was leaving his hospital room, he called out, “G-d bless you.”  Never had he spoken those words to me, and they were his last. When the far off whistle of a night train cries out near the midnight hour, I will always remember Daddy. 

Will you who read this story of my beloved father’s last run, bound for Heaven, look up to the One who came to save you, give you hope and eternal life?  My Dad was so blessed, at last, to become a never-to-be- abandoned reconciled son to his Heavenly Father.  The thief on the tree was issued full pardon at the end of his life and promised Heaven.  Yeshua Adoneinu has paid our sin debt in full by shedding His own precious Blood—the Innocent One laid down His life to ransom us, the guilty ones.  He bids us, “All Aboard.”  He is not willing that any should perish. 

A few times when I was very young, Daddy would let me ride a short distance on the tracks with him—this was a great togetherness experience riding on the rails with my Dad; however, I am overjoyed that we’ll be together forever in eternity with Moshiach at Station Stop Heaven—will you?

In closing I gave my Dad a special gift for Father’s Day two years ago.  I had a star named for him.  Somewhere, up in the sky, there’s an Ernest Morel star.  Daniel 12:3 says, “Those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the firmament.  And those who turn many to righteousness like the stars, forever and ever.”  

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