I have given my brother-in-law, with whom I have often had a good glass (or several) of wine, a sign of life by email:

“Now we are in the middle of the Feast of Tabernacles. There are huts everywhere. The retirement home also has a huge hut with a thatched roof, where meals are taken. The huts are reminiscent of the 40-year desert migration of the people of Israel. The Jews are masters in celebrating festivals. There is not only a lot of prayer, but also a lot of food and a lot of singing. But wine is not drunk. I got the wine myself. I drink a glass with my main meal and thank God that he made Jesus obedient until I died on the cross. Wine is sacred to the Jews. This was explained to me by the person responsible for marketing at the residence (from Zurich), wife of the former director. I shouldn’t offer wine to my table neighbors. The person responsible for the dining room pointed out to me that the Jews are waiting for the Messiah with regard to wine. I followed up on this statement and came across Isaiah 25: 6:

“On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare
    a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine—
    the best of meats and the finest of wines.” (New International Version (NIV))

It is well known that the first public miracle of Jesus Joh. 2) was the transformation of water into wine, with which he indicated his messianship. Genesis 49: 10 + 11 also indicates the Messiah and his connection to wine. I come across the Schilo on Wikipedia. (Unfortunately only german) ”

Regarding the wine, an experience from 2010 came to mind. On May 10, 2010, I noted the following under “special experiences”:

“Today a former school colleague who has lived in America for decades and who contacted me via Facebook and announced that he wanted to drink wine with me, visits me. We never had a personal relationship and his visit amazes me. What could be the reason? He tells me about experiences with Jews, mostly negative ones. For my part, I bear testimony of my experience (in Israel). Ernst thinks I should write a book. I refer to my diary. “The Bible is being rewritten,” he says lightly. (This thought, among other things, robbed me of sleep the following night. The saying of my schoolmate strikes me like that of an angel.) “