FROM JAFFA TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH 37perceive that God shows no partiality. But in every nation
whoever fears Him and works righteousness is accepted by
Him" (Acts 10:34-35).
From that very moment, the message of Christ was
spread from Joppa to Caesarea and on to the ends of the
earth—touching all of humankind.
As we drove down Haganah Road to the Lod airport, I
wondered, "Will I ever see this place again?" I thought
about those Catholic nuns who so lovingly had taught me.
Had I seen their faces for the last time?
Out of the plane window I took one last look down at
Tel Aviv, a huge expanse of gray-white cubes. Behind me
were miles of deep green orange groves. The Judean hills
gleamed faintly in the distance.
And as we headed over the waters of the Mediterranean,
I looked down and said one last good-bye to Jaffa. There
was a lump in my throat. I was fourteen, and it was the only
home I had ever known.
Ice Cream at the Kiosk
The Hinn family arrival in Toronto in July 1968 was an
unheralded event. And that's just the way my father wanted
it. No welcoming committee met us. And he had no
promise of a job.
We arrived with the clothes on our backs, a few
possessions in suitcases, and a little money from what we
had sold in Jaffa. It was enough to get by for a short time.
Our new life began in a rented apartment.
What a shock to land suddenly in a "foreign" culture. I
could stutter in several languages, but English was not one
of them. "One, two, three," was as far as it went. But Daddy