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The IPM Newsletter

September 22, 2014

Volume 6, Issue 5

Circulation: 350

It's All Good

I can't tell you how many times this week Sally or I have hit the wall in frustration, knowing the countdown had begun towards the inevitable takeoff of the Air Canada plane from LAX at 7:20 AM Sunday morning. Destination? Warsaw, Poland.

Some were little things, some much bigger. Just one example:

Sally found out her keyboard, which normally is permitted on most airlines in the overhead compartment as part of her carry-on luggage, was disallowed by Air Canada.

She would have to check it, but the soft-sided case she owns would not suffice for protection. She purchased a nice, study case for around $160. Then she called the airline and discovered the case was a few inches longer than permitted. So not only would she be charged $200 round trip for a second bag (including the one for her clothes and travel gear) but she would also get dinged an additional $200 for having an oversized bag. I heard her on the phone with the travel rep from Air Canada and Sally simply couldn't believe what she was being told.

So it would cost approximately $560 additional, an expense she had never needed to pay before, to get her keyboard from Los Angeles to Poland. That can buy a lot of roses, let me tell you . . . 

The following morning as Sally was taking her 5 AM prayer walk around the neighborhood she felt the Lord  giving her an idea. Since there was so much room in her oversized keyboard case, and since it required a great deal of internal padding to keep the instrument from moving  around, why not pack ALL her clothes and everything else she was bringing in the music case? Now there is no second bag, saving a neat $200. She would still get charged for an oversized first bag, but I guess you can't have everything.

Sometimes the mole hill looks like a mountain. I know Sally wishes Air Canada had a different policy or that she had picked a more musician-friendly carrier. But I also believe she is grateful for the Lord's wisdom that helped resolve some of the anguish she felt over the wasted money. 

If only we would remember to go to that well of wisdom first, before we rack up all those emotional miles . . . .

             —Michael O'Connor

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds. "
                          —James 1:2


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When Monsters Become Men

by Sally Klein O'Connor

Long ago, but not so faraway, I lived in a very nice house in Studio City, CA. Our backyard consisted of a ¾ acre hill with just enough flatland to eventually morph into a swimming pool for my brother and me. We loved making up adventures, I usually mapped out the stories for those exploits and we would act them out all over the hill, in the pool and around the deck all through the summer. There was great sweetness in our time together, but there were also some shadows—and even a “monster.”

 A young Dave Klein around 1950

My father was a florist for as long as I can remember. During the years I was growing up he had a shop on the corner of Hollywood and Vermont, which my mother christened, “Dave’s Flowerland.” When last I drove through that neighborhood it was still there, although the sign now reads: Dave’s Flowers.

I guess the current owner wasn’t into the little bit of poetic license my mom applied. Down at the wholesale flower market in Los Angeles, my dad was known as “Hollywood Dave.” He worked hard to make the shop a success—and for a time it was.

Betty Klein, the artist of the family

Dad took off one day every week—Sunday. My mom would work in his stead, taking care of things there while he tried to rest at home. I guess we were not very restful because he referred to us as “wild Indians.” Dad had very little patience for the kind of adventures my brother and I enjoyed. He didn’t have much grace for our imaginings.

Inevitably there would come a moment during his Sunday “Sabbath” where my brother or I would cross a line and he would lose his temper. Rage would transform him into The Monster. I still remember how the kids on the block would call him The Monster. They never came over to our house on Sundays.

Sally gives brother Michael a piano lesson

Ironically, on Saturday afternoons my mom and brother would sit in front of the TV for hours, totally engrossed, watching B-horror movies like the black and white version of “Godzilla”. I hated that ritual. I skulked at the corners of the TV room trying not to watch, but often in vain as I would eventually be sucked into the story’s crude devices, gripped with the suspense and fear they created in me.


Sally at her Jr. High graduation, 1972

At that point it was impossible to leave until the monster died. Unfortunately, not all the movies I watched ended so decisively. There were cliffhangers in those days… like “The Blob,” with Steve McQueen. They transported it to the North Pole where it’s frozen forever unless, of course, climate change occurs…

In those years I had a recurring dream I could never figure out. It always began pleasantly enough, on a sunny day. We were driving along when I noticed the road looked strangely familiar. A little further on I recognized our route would lead us directly to The Land of the Monsters.

I started pleading with the person driving to turn around, because we were heading to The Land of the Monsters. But whoever was behind the steering wheel never believed me. They were sure about where they were going, and it wasn’t The Land of the Monsters. As seconds ticked by it became increasingly obvious that we were heading directly there, and I could do nothing about it. The dream ended at some point after we arrived and I always woke up terrified.
On the first day I started therapy in my 40s the Lord showed me that dream was about my father and me. One moment he was fine, I could talk to him, he was reasonable, things were good—a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. And then, suddenly, everything would change. I was in The Land of the Monsters. I couldn’t talk to him at all because he had become one of them. I was powerless to stop him. Not until our punishment was over, and so was his rage.

I hated my father for a very long time.

 Sally and Dad in a rare moment

His marriage ended after 30-something years when my mom told him to leave or she would. Soon after, my brother, his only son died at the age of 18. I knew my dad felt like he failed—as a husband and a father.
One day he was visiting at the Studio City house and we were talking. For me, every conversation with my father at that time offered an opportunity to get back at him verbally for all the wrongs I felt he had done. But I had just come to faith, and at the beginning of what looked to be a promising argument I felt the Lord speaking to me about my anger. I excused myself and went to another room in the house to collect myself. As I did the Lord showed me my father—the man.

As a child he had been a monster to me in his rage. As a young woman he had become a list of wrongs. But I had forgotten who he was as a man. The Lord reminded me of his humanity and invited me to love him.
That day a seed was planted for my father that I believe ultimately led him to faith in his Messiah, Jesus, at the ripe old age of 82. He told me many times along the road to believing that he knew it was because of my faith we had finally become friends.

But a seed was also planted in me that day. One that took longer to reveal. It was the idea that no human being was ever created a monster. The power of God’s love is such that it can turn monsters into men. This is what the Kingdom of God is all about. That we who are sinners become saints—that monsters become men.


At the end of June 2014 the bodies of 3 kidnapped Israeli teens were found, and soon after on July 2, the body of a Palestinian teenager was found in a forest in Israel. It was labeled a “revenge killing.”


These events fed the tensions already thickening yet again, and soon Israelis and Palestinians were at war in Gaza. As Hamas rockets thundered through the air toward Israel in the heat of July, sometimes at a rate of 1 every 6 minutes, I couldn’t help but wonder about so thick and venomous a hatred between neighbors—people who, the Bible would say, are brothers and/or cousins via Isaac and Ishmael, Jacob and Esau.

So pervasive and generational this hatred seems, it might be hard to find an identity apart from it. Yet, even as rockets, at times, rained down without mercy and Israel retaliated, there were snapshots in the midst of this war, fleeting glimpses of another way—a hope for something beyond the conflict to grow and develop…
The families of murdered Israeli teen Naftali Fraenkel and murdered Palestinian teen Mohammed Abu Khdeir are drawing comfort from an unexpected source: each other.
Jerusalem mayor Nir said that during his visit to the Fraenkel family home, he had a chance to speak to Hussein Abu Khdeir, Mohammed’s father, and express pain at the “barbaric” murder of his son.

Barkat then suggested that Abu Khdeir speak to Yishai Fraenkel, the uncle of Naftali Fraenkel who recently told the press that “the life of an Arab is equally precious to that of a Jew. Blood is blood, and murder is murder, whether that murder is Jewish or Arab.” The two men took Barkat’s advice and comforted one another by telephone.

In a separate visit organized by Rabbi Rafi Ostroff, chair of the religious council of Gush Etzion, Palestinians from the Hebron area showed up at the door of the Fraenkel family, looking to comfort the bereaved.

Asked why they had come, one Palestinian said, “Things will only get better when we learn to cope with each other’s pain and stop getting angry at each other. Our task is to give strength to the family and also to take a step toward my nation’s liberation. We believe that the way to our liberation is through the hearts of Jews. (Written by Sigal Samuel, The Jewish Daily Forward, July 6, 2014 )

 In an article from Israel Today, published July 10, 2014:

Chava was part of a three-day gathering where she met with an estimated 1,000 Messianic Jewish and Arab Christian youth and young adults in Haifa. At a time when murderous kidnappings, violent riots and a developing war in Gaza are bringing racial tensions to boiling point, these young Messianic Jews and Arab Christians arrived at the conference still reeling with all the raw emotions of the Arab-Israeli conflict.

For Chava, who grew up in an ultra-Orthodox Jewish ghetto, it was the first time to be in such close quarters with Arabs. "I used to walk with my family to the Wailing Wall and pray that bad things would happen to the Arabs," she recalls. "We have this view that Arabs are bad people. But when I saw them praying to God, and heard them worshipping in Hebrew and then in Arabic, God touched my heart. These are the lost brothers and sisters I have been looking for all my life," she says.

Jewish and Muslim women talking

"As I washed the feet of my Arab sister, I was able to ask forgiveness for the way my family, and my people, look at them (Arabs)," says Chava. "To hear her say that she forgives me and loves me was so healing. It was the love from Yeshua, nothing else. I never had an Arab friend. Now I have daily contact with my sisters in Ramallah, Jordan and Lebanon," she smiles.

"After hearing my story," continues Chava, "an Arab girl came up to tell me that she hated religious Jews whenever she saw them. This was her first time meeting with someone who came from an Orthodox religious background. She ran to me and asked for forgiveness and asked me to pray for her that she would have more love for my people.”

I cannot help but find myself pondering the power of forgiveness—yet again—and its capacity to bring healing and closure. I realize the recent conflict between the Arabs and Israelis is not the same as dealing with past wounds from the Holocaust—now generations deep. One is currently ongoing and the other is over 70 years old. However, that said, I wonder if there are more similarities than we realize.

During my last string of concerts in Northern California and elsewhere, I made a point to include a question, especially when I was sharing in a Messianic congregation. I asked three questions, “How many are praying for Israel? How many are praying for the Palestinians? How many are praying for the people who call themselves Hamas or Isis?” Almost everyone raised hands for the first question, and many for the second, but it was only a very few for the last question.

From the very beginning of our ministry I felt the Lord impressing on me that our walk with Him is determined by the way we see—God, ourselves, and others. I started with very negative views about myself, and great uncertainty that God could use someone as messed up as I was.

And my view of other people was colored by all the broken places in my heart and mind. My default position was defensive and judgmental. But in the grace of God there was the freedom to sing and minister from the place of His love. And I would experience times of ministering in a flow of His love and grace. I saw things differently in those moments.
But very often I would return to my default position before we pulled out of the church parking lot. It took years for me to realize God wanted to change me—not just the ministry. And one of the biggest changes He has worked in me led me into A Tour of Roses.

I had been taught how to think about the German people through the culture of my people. It had never even occurred to me there might be another view that actually represented the heart of God.

I believed my thoughts and feelings about what happened in the Holocaust were valid and unquestionably justified. I had no reason to think otherwise until the Lord confronted me in a whisper: “How do you think the Germans feel about what happened in the Holocaust?”

There was so much in those words for me. The question more than suggested that God cared about the feelings of the German people, and if He did, perhaps I should also. That whisper flipped my whole way of seeing the Holocaust.
In 2009 we began A Tour of Roses by reaching out with roses to the German communities in Bergen, Dachau, and in the Polish community of Oswieciem. At that point I felt strongly it was not my place to "forgive."

My understanding has been there is a fundamental Jewish point of view that asserts we can only forgive people for those things done directly to us. We don't have a right to forgive on the behalf of what was done to others. This especially relates to issues concerning the Holocaust. As a good friend and Messianic rabbi wrote me in response:
The Germans and the Poles are not my enemies, so I cannot forgive them for myself. Nor can I forgive them for God. Nor should I forgive them for others who hold things against them. I can sympathize with them, just as I could sympathize with any other suffering person. But again, they are not my enemies, so how can I forgive them?

I recognize your sense of call. I affirm and respect your compassion for Poles or Germans who live under a pall of guilt. However I am not at all comfortable with representing the Jewish people as an agent of forgiveness. I believe it presumptuous and unintentionally disrespectful to those whose lives have been lost or deeply touched by the Shoah (Holocaust), I believe it wiser for ME to tread carefully in this area. And remember that God does visit the iniquity of the fathers unto the children to the third and fourth generation. The pall that lies over Poland and Germany in this regard may be an expression of that truth. No, the current generation doesn't "deserve" it, but there were horrendous spiritual consequences of what the Third Reich did.

Initially I started out wanting to respect this point of view and tread carefully. So I focused on loving and blessing the Germans and Poles as we handed out roses.

However, while I can appreciate the concern my friend expresses in his post I am not sure I agree with this stance anymore. It is my experience that most Jewish people I know—believers and non-believers in Jesus—have some kind of negative feelings toward Germany as a country and people, as well as Poland and other nations involved.

Germany is usually the main focus of those negative feelings. So, even in my generation and beyond, these feelings continue, and are nurtured to some extent by all the reminders to "never forget,” in memorials, movies, books, etc. I am not saying, by any means, that we should not remember. It is important.

But I also think we need to reconsider how we remember and how it affects not just us as a people—but the people to whom we may still attach some responsibility. And if, in fact, we still harbor negative emotions toward those people, their children, and their nation, then isn't forgiveness something valid for us to consider?
Many Germans have approached me, and some of my team, during our tours, to express their deep sorrow and regret for what happened in the Holocaust. And then they ask for my forgiveness.

The truth is there is a deep sense of wounding in us as Jews, and the Germans know we hold them accountable—even to this day. In effect, we judge them for what was done. And that is part of why they ask our forgiveness. Should we not then be able to express forgiveness to them?

I know my family and I judged the Germans and held them accountable, wanting nothing to do with their country or people. But Jesus paid for all our sins—even the great evils in this world. And when we receive Him, we receive the unconditional forgiveness of God that was bought by Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. It is that forgiveness we are encouraged to extend to others. And in the process of forgiving we may also be healed.

We are told in the Passover Haggadah that we stand in the skin of our forefathers who passed through the Red Sea on dry land. Do we not also stand in the skin of those who were killed and almost killed in the Holocaust even generations after? Is there not something in us that can speak forgiveness one voice at a time to one person at a time?

And in speaking forgiveness to each one are we not releasing them from the burden of judgment and condemnation? How do we begin to heal? When do we as a people begin to look outside the wounds of the past—not forgetting, but perhaps needing to forgive to move on and see healing in us, in Germany, and possibly even in the nations?
If we continue to harbor offense and say alongside Israel, “We will never forget, and we will never forgive,” we will certainly identify with our people, but we will fail in all we are meant to be as people called as a light to the nations.

And in that failure, I believe we help to further the seed of anti-semitism, by sowing resentment and bitterness in the hearts of those seeking forgiveness, healing, and closure.
If we are not offended then there really is no need to forgive. However, from what I have seen in people I know or have met—Jewish believers and non-believers—there is still a deep sense of wounding and offense in regard to Germany and the Holocaust. As believers we do not have the luxury of retaining that offense, no matter how valid it may seem in our culture and heritage.

The blood of a holy God was given for every offense and sin once and for all, so that none might perish, but all might come into everlasting life through Messiah Jesus. Our offense hinders the expression of God’s love in and through us—His very invitation—to those people we continue to judge in our hearts.
When Ananias was called upon to pray for Saul of Tarsus he was more than a little concerned. Saul was a monster to the brand new followers of The Way. Persecuting, imprisoning, perhaps even murdering in his zealousness, it’s no wonder Ananias had some questions for the Lord.

He had no earthly reason to go see Saul—but God. And in his complete obedience Ananias witnessed the transformation, a heart of stone became flesh. The monster became a man.
Are we not called to do the same? To extend the same unconditional love and forgiveness we received because of Jesus. It was given before we had any understanding of our need for it. It was provided long before we knew enough to be sorry.

This is the not the world’s way, but it is the way of God. Our forgiveness isn’t predicated on someone’s apology or repentance. It is based on the forgiveness we received long ago through the atoning work of Messiah. Our forgiveness is an act of worship—a reverent echo—of our King and Liberator, the Holy One of Israel, who forgave us all our sins and delivered us from the bondage of the only real enemy long before we knew enough to pray and ask.

 Sally's dad changed as he met his Savior

My father became a man again when I saw him through the lens of God’s love and mercy, and forgave him. Ultimately, I believe it was through that forgiveness and reconciliation my dad came to faith in Jesus. But there is no guarantee with love or forgiveness. It must be offered freely and without fear, trusting in God and His love for us. It may or may not be received—but the scripture assures us in 1 Corinthians 13 “Love never fails.”

In the Kingdom of God there are no monsters—only men in need of the mercy and love of God.

©Copyright 2014 
Improbable People Ministries



Dear Friends

By the time you receive this email the team and I may be on our way to Poland. We will be there for 2 weeks. Please pray for us. The first concert I will be doing is at a Jewish Reform Synagogue. They have agreed to tolerate my testimony, as they are committed to being a congregation of reconciliation and tolerance.

Please pray that I am as bold and gentle as God would have me to be, and every word is His. Pray for all 5500 roses, that each of them is used by the Lord to speak His love and grace into someone’s life. Pray also for the concerts in Lodz, as they are being sponsored by several organizations.

For the concert in Kolo and for our time in the concentration camp of Chelmno—please hold each of these events up for prayer. The itinerary for ATOR will be posted on the web site, if you want to follow along with us. We will also be driving a borrowed van during our time in Poland. Please pray for the Lord’s covering and protection over all of us, and the van as we drive. The team is Del Leftwich, Marlys Nunneri, Randy Dorn, Pamela Wrobel, Magda Balcerak, and myself.    

Sally, Del and Marlys ready for Warsaw.
Is Warsaw ready for them?

For more information on previous A Tour of Roses projects you can check directly on our website and Facebook pages .

Below you will find the complete ATOR Poland itinerary.

ATOR Poland Itinerary

9/21 – Sunday

US ATOR Teams will be traveling to Poland from both Northern and Southern California)

4 AM - Drive to LAX
7:20 AM Departure from LAX on Air Canada Flight #790
3:04PM - Arrives Toronto 
4:40PM - Departs Toronto on Air Canada #872, 6:10 AM - Arrives in Frankfurt 
7:45 AM - Departs Frankfurt on Air Canada #9280
9:25 AM - Arrives Warsaw 
6:14 AM Departure from Sacramento International Airport on United Airlines #1030 12:15 PM - Arrives Chicago O Hare
2:20 PM - Departs Chicago on United #944 5:45 AM - Arrives Frankfurt
7:45AM - Departs Frankfurt on United #9206 9:25 - Arrives Warsaw
9/22 – Monday
9:25 AM – Both teams in Warsaw and meet, pick-up 7-seater van from Waldek
(Roses picked up/delivered to Koło)
1 PM – Lunch/Drive to Koło
3 PM – Settle in @ hotel in Koło/Devotional time
4 PM – Clean & prepare roses
7 PM – Dinner
8 PM – Clean & prepare roses
9/23 – Tuesday
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Devotions
9 AM – Clean & prepare roses.
Noon – Lunch
1 PM – Hand out roses/flyers in Koło
5 PM – Return to hotel
6 PM – Dinner
7 PM – Clean & prepare roses
9/24 –Wednesday
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Devotions
9 AM – Clean & prepare roses
11 AM – Hand out roses/flyers in Koło
1:30 PM – Lunch
2:30 PM – Hand out roses/flyers in Koło
5 PM – Return to hotel
6 PM – Dinner
7 PM – Debriefing & clean-up
9/25 – Thursday
7 AM – Breakfast
7:30 AM – Devotions
8:30 AM – Pack and drive to Chelmno
10:30 AM - Chelmno prayer/worship
2 PM - Lunch
2:30 PM - Drive to Dzierżoniów. (3 ½ hrs)
6 PM – Arrive in Dzierżoniów
7 PM – Dinner
8 PM – Clean and prepare roses
9/26 – Friday
6 AM – Devotions
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Clean & Prepare roses
Noon – Lunch
1 PM – Hand out roses/flyers in Dzierżoniów
5 PM – Return to hotel
6 PM – Dinner
7 PM – Clean and prepare remaining roses
9/27 – Saturday
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Devotions
9 AM – Hand out roses/flyers in Dzierżoniów
Noon – Lunch
1 PM – Hand out remaining roses/flyers
3 PM – Return to hotel
4 PM – Set up for concert @ Synagogue Rutika
5 PM – Concert @ Synagogue Rutika
7:30 PM – Supper with church from Synagogue Rutika
9/28 – Sunday
7AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Devotions
9 AM - @church in Synagogue Rutika to set-up
10 AM – Service @ church in Synagogue Rutika
Noon – Lunch with Church
1:30 PM – Drive to Koło (3 ½ hrs) 
5 PM – Arrive in Koło
5:30 PM – Set up for concert in Culture Hall
6:30 PM – Concert in Koło in Culture Hall.
9 PM – Drive to Łódź for housing that night.
9/29 – Monday
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Devotions
Roses arrive…
6 PM – Dinner
7 PM – Clean & prepare roses
9/30 – Tuesday
6 AM – Devotions
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Clean & prepare roses
Noon – Lunch
1 PM – Hand out roses/flyers in Łódź
5 PM – Return to hotel
6 PM – Dinner
7 PM – Clean & prepare roses
10/1 – Wednesday
6 AM – Devotions
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Clean & prepare roses
11 AM – Hand out roses/flyers in Łódź
1 PM – Lunch
2 PM – Clean & prepare roses
4 PM – Hand out roses/flyers in Łódź
6 PM – Return to hotel
7 PM – Dinner
8 PM – Clean & prepare roses
10/2 – Thursday
6 AM – Devotions
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Clean & prepare roses
Noon – Lunch
1 PM – Hand out roses/flyers in Łódź
3 PM – Return to hotel
4 PM – Dinner
5 PM – Set up for concert
6 PM – Concert @ Poznanski Palace (
10/3 – Friday
6 AM – Devotions
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Clean & prepare roses
11 AM – Hand out roses/flyers in Łódź
2 PM – Lunch
3 PM – Return to hotel
5 PM – Set-up for concert
6 PM – Concert in The Marek Edelman Dialogue Center in Łódź (
9 PM – Dinner
10/4 – Saturday
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Devotions
9 AM – Worship/prayer @ Jewish Ghetto memorial (possible roses)
Noon/1PM – Lunch
Free time
5 PM – Dinner
6 PM – Set-up for concert
7 PM – Concert in Catholic church *
10/5 – Sunday
7 AM – Breakfast
8 AM – Devotions
9 AM – Prepare for church
10 AM – Church
Noon – Lunch/Good-bye
2 PM – Drive back to Warsaw.
4 PM – Arrive in Warsaw
6 PM – Dinner
7 PM – Prayer/Pack/Debriefing
10/6 – Monday
4 AM – Cab to Warsaw Airport
6:45 AM - Departure from Warsaw on Air Canada #9409
8:45 AM - Arrives in Frankfurt  
10 AM - Departs Frankfurt on Air Canada #873 12:15 PM - Arrives Toronto  Departs Toronto 4:35PM PM Departs Toronto on Air Canada #795
6:59 PM Arrives LAX
6:35AM - Departure from Warsaw on Brussels Airlines #2560, Arriving Brussels
8:50 AM - Arrives in Brussels, 
12 PM - Departs Brussels  on Brussels Airlines #8801
2:30 PM - Arrives Washington-Dulles
5:08 PM - Departs Washing-ton Dulles on Brussels airline #8853
7:51 PM - Arrives Sacramento 7:51PM

Poland is 9 hours ahead of Pacific time Zone


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