“Come on, David, I want us to return once again to Yeshua’s last Passover. It’ll be a short visit. Are you up for another flight?” “You need to ask?” I responded as I stretched out my hand. Instantly we were soaring. As we neared the first century, Ariel began to descend. Live scenes flashed past us as though rewinding a film. The closer we got to our destination, the slower they scrolled. We passed the Day of Shavuot. I could see Yeshua speaking with His disciples. It was followed by a scene where He appeared to a large group of people—more than 500. They were looking at Him in amazement, knowing that this Rabbi had just recently been crucified. Now He was cooking fish on the shores of the Galilee and I could see Kefa jump into the water from a boat and wade to shore. Next, we flew over the open tomb, the rock, and the angels. And finally we returned to the scene of that last Passover. This is the same room in which Kefa and the other disciples received the Holy Spirit on Shavuot.
