Easter Among Some Local Christians

Let me tell you this: I used to slaughter and BBQ a live rabbit every Easter just to drive the point home to my baby girl that there was no bunny in Easter.  I served him on a platter with a small apple in its mouth.  Furious at what human beings had done to mock the conquest of death by Yahusha.

Appropriately, and coincidentally, I am listening to the soundtrack of Fury Road as I write. Continue reading “Easter Among Some Local Christians”

Some Hope, Some Peace, and Some Good Information

Greetings to all. I have not written much since February because we (family) have been in a period of transition. Big stuff happening. But as of this morning, the most difficult phase is complete, and after many years (over a decade of regular, diligent prayer) Yahuah has separated the Righteous from the unrighteous. He is Holy, and He is merciful.

Dear friends, know this: Whatsoever you ask will be done. Know what you ask. Know why you ask. Have His Word as the cornerstone of your request, and stone by stone therafter, your prayer will build its cause before Yahuah. Bear in mind that Yahuah is exceedingly patient, and He years for His creature to attain salvation. But most do not. Continue reading “Some Hope, Some Peace, and Some Good Information”

Loving Puts A Shine On Your Soul

Remember when you first started using email, and sometimes you would hit the SEND key before you edited your fresh composition?  Or maybe you wrote a real payback-is-hell email to your boss or wife or husband or friend, and it was mostly an exercise of “Oh I wish I could send this”, and you sent it?

I did that two minutes ago.

Not an email but a posting that went out to a whole bunch of subscribers.  It is a piece about fidelity, respect, obedience from wives to husbands.  I have some wonderful women who subscribe to me and I do try to be sensitive to “feelings”.

Nonetheless, Yahuah is no respector of persons, so neither should we be.  And wrong is wrong.  Sin is sin and we all need to love more faithfully.

I’d like to speak to Mr., now.  Husband, father, son – the man.  Commanded to love his wife repeatedly by Yahuah, what does that tell us about men? Continue reading “Loving Puts A Shine On Your Soul”

Wife: Respect and Submit To Your Husband

There is a personal, direct, on-going “walk” (‘walk’ seems cliche’) with Yahuah that runs through the souls of His sons and daughters.  We feel His presence, we talk to Him and He ministers to us through His spirit.  We are, to quote the street, “‘feelin’ it, dawg”.

As a man and husband, I am keenly aware that I am commanded to love my wife as I love myself.  It is a command, not an idea or a suggestion.  Love also covers a multitude of sins, or transgressions of the law.

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No “Lovin’ Feeling”?

I ride a mountain bike for fun and relaxation.  In order to get to the “relaxation” part, I generally have to exhaust myself, and brothers and sisters, I do mean exhaust.  Sometimes my legs are wobbly as I load my bike onto its rack on the back of my 4Runner.  This is because in order to get to that “relaxation” part, I have to ride 3+ hours, and its 3+ hours of some serious mountain biking (MTB) effort.

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‘Gods you are , And sons of the Most High’

I think X-mas is tomorrow. How ironic it is that the “X-mas” thing, which is so offensive to most Christians, is also quite true. There is nothing of Yahusha in this pagan holy day.

But today is too important to spend it discussing what has already been put to bed.

Instead, let us talk about lust – you know – the “thirsting for another” kind of lust. Have you ever done that? Have you ever been snuggled up to your husband or wife or girlfriend or boyfriend, or crusing in your car or on your motorcycle or sitting alone on a park bench or sitting in church, burning with aching desire to have the person across the room, or in some other town, or across your dinner table?

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Love: The Best And Most Difficult Choice.

Through a glass, darkly.  That is how the best of us live, seeing our lives through the Holy Spirit (if saved and having turned from our disobedience to obedience) and filtering the truth through our human minds and emotions.

Until we are free from our physical, dirt-centric human vessels, we must endure the imperfect understanding we live with now.  As human beings, we can never walk as we will walk with Him in the next.

So we march along, sometimes smug in our status, sometimes shamed by our sin, always dealing with the contrast between our dirt foundation and the righteous perfect love made manifest by the Holy Spirit, who dwells within those who love Yahusha and obey His commands.

Like shape-shifting “aliens” (demons) with a broken “shift shape now” feature, Continue reading “Love: The Best And Most Difficult Choice.”

Sin Hurts The Innocent The Most

Hello.  How’s your day?  Do you have troubles that hurt?  Fears?  Concerns?  Have people you relied upon violated your trust?  Are your friends, spouses, children unfaithful to you?  Are you betrayed by those who claim to love you?

Yes.

In all of my life, all the years I have lived and in all of the utterly profound ways Yahuah has reached out to me, I have only experienced faithfulness from one source.  No human has ever been faithful to me, not one.  The closest any person ever came to being faithful to me as a human being was my mother, who is dancing in Heaven now.

I’ve rarely had a faithful friend.  Two of my best friends, both dead, were exceptionally loyal.  One, Lane Alton McCarty was closer to me than my own brother for 45 years, right up until he gave up on life, turned to meth and died a shriveled up addict alone in a Houston hospital.  He died angry, filled with hatred for me because he was certain that I had told his mother about his addiction.  Meth.  It destroys the mind first.

He was not a believer.  He was a “christian” if you asked him, but he had no desire to know Yahuah.  He would listen to me and he knew that I was quite different in my faith, but he loved himself most of all.  In the end, it was my faithfulness to him that maintained our friendship, and my faithfulness to him that broke it.  I gave him the tough love that I knew he would reject, but someone had to very bluntly tell him that he was on the path of death.

He died.

My ex-wife hugged me a couple of hours ago, telling me that everything would be alright.  I’m under immense pressure these days, and really struggling in my mind with some big burdens.  Her hug was a nice gesture, but I replied to her that I would rather be hugged by a woman who was faithful to me.  I don’t mean sexually faithful, but faithful in her heart, mind and actions.  Faithful.  Faithful in her decisions, her words and her thoughts. Trustworthy and reliable.

My nephew told me this morning that I had been married several times, and I have.  Three times women have divorced me.  Two were sexually involved with other men before divorcing me and this latest one just did not want the demands of “wife” on her shoulders.  One less voice for her to hear. One less obligation.  So good riddance to our history, our family, our commitment, our children’s family, their dad, their heritage.  All for the sake of her  imagined convenience.

People.

In all of this there is one true friend, my rock steady Yahusha, always praying for me, dying for me, teaching me to love every other person on earth.  He is with me all the time.  When I am dying inside, there He is.  When I want to drive over a cliff, there He is.  When I eat, exercise, write – there He is.  He never leaves me or forsakes me.  He is always with me.  He alone is faithful.  He alone.

All of my life-long friends are dead.  And I don’t have any new friends.  I haven’t made an actual friend this century, because my wife and children were my world.  I gave them my life, even quitting two jobs (both at the urgent pleading of my wife) to help at home with the kids and homeschooling.  She concluded that home schooling was far to difficult, and wanted to put them in public school.  Horror show, public school.

Then she signed a lease on a new home in town and moved half our furniture into it while I was away with my sons mountain biking about 1400 miles away.  We moved, regrettably, and a few months later she filed for divorce.  She didn’t tell me that she filed for divorce, nor did she bother telling the children.  I was simply chased 30 miles by some stranger, and when I phoned her from my car she replied “He’s probably trying to serve you.  I filed for divorce today.”

My children heard her the same instant I did.

It might be that Solomon is right – that in all his life, he never met a single faithful woman.  That’s right, he said that.  But he also said that only one man in 1000 is faithful.  Not a significant percentage, but better than zero.

Eve sure wasn’t faithful, and she led Adam, who foolishly followed her into sin.  Foolish man.  Faithless woman. And her first born proved himself wicked by murdering her second born.  She lost them both.  A high price to pay for eating one single fruit.

Regret and remorse grow in the soil of infidelity.

What did Eve first think as she looked on the dead body of her faithful Abel?  As she looked into his dead eyes and as she called out his name over and over, how her infidelity must have weighed down on her with unimaginable weight.  The personal responsibility for bringing death and murder into the lives of her own children.  I do not see how she withstood the pain.  Eve suffered, you can be sure of that.  Poor woman.  The eternal grieving, the bottomless pit of her first nights sleep with her faithful Abel dead in the cold, dark earth outside.

Her good boy.

I would yearn for death until I died.  No way I could have endured what she and Adam endured.

Foolish Adam.  Foolish man.  Did you weep, father Adam, as you dug the burial pit?  Did you blame Yahuah?  Satan?  Eve?  Yourself? Did hatred for Cain grow in your heart?  Did mercy?

Poor people.  The sorrow they must have endured their entire lives, knowing that they were responsible, in part, for every wicked thing, every accident, dead child, broken bone, lie, fight, and murder among all men for eternity.

“Here is our father Adam, who gave us the consequence of his disobedience.”

And we think Job had it tough.

Within four months of my X-wife’s divorce, my beautiful 13 yr-old son was arrested on a felony theft charge.  My son who used to cry when I prayed with him.  Now he mocks Yahuah.

Sin has consequences.  His family was cut down on an impulse by someone he trusted to protect his family.  One he relied on did what he most feared.  Sin has consequences.  Ask Cain.  Ask Eve.

We might never have faithful friends or faithful spouses.  We might experience significant betrayal  from people we most love.  But we must always be true to ourselves.  We must be faithful to our own being, and the only path to that faithfulness is the Way, because when we follow Yahusha in the Way, we become faithful.  We become steady, stable, wise and loving.

We will continue to live even when death suits us more.  We walk in light and righteousness, even when we are in despair.  Why?  Because we are faithful, silly 🙂  We are called to be the faithful.  We cannot imagine any other path.

Sacrifice Everything To Establish Love As Who You Are. Do Not Delay. 

How to share these things with you?  Which words to use and how much to tell?  At what point does information cease to matter?

In the complex matrix of “the world”, where billions of people trade thousands of trillions of dollars in exchange for desires, there is only one, single Truth.

Among the lies, hopes, opinions and beliefs of those billions of living souls, a single candle exists to shine in the darkness.  One, solitary candle – The Truth.

This is not an opinion.  It is an observed reality.  “An”, as in a reality that is not shared by all, but only by one or some.  Reality for those who recognize not The Truth is something different, and that assumed “reality” might or might nor be shared by others.  Regardless of shared or unshared status, every living soul on earth assumes it exists in a dynamic, finite reality that is apparent to many, if not to all.

That assumption is incorrect at its base, as it assumes that their presumed grasp of the “real” is accurate.

Two Things

First Thing – we have no idea what “reality” consists of.  Sure, go ahead and assume that reality means eating food, sleeping, conversation, etc.  All those things we all do every day.  So very physical.  Centered on physical.  Centered on the carbon-based, self-replicating, self-healing, three-dimensional and time-limited machine we occupy.

But you are a living soul, not a living machine.  That “body” you occupy is a MACHINE, designed to house you in this specific physical environment – earth.

Second Thing – Living souls have one purpose, which is to face Yahuah.  He is the Master, the entity none have ever seen, which exists “within impenetrable light“.  That permanent being which none understand.  The magnitude of the difference between He and We is unfathomable.  We will never grasp the magnitude of His Authority, not in these carbon-based machines.  The Holy Spirit of Yahuah, which teaches all who seek Him, will give a taste of His Authority, but a taste only.  Our machines cannot contain what is possible, only what is wisely shared with us.  At every moment in all dimensions of “time”; now, in the past and in the “future”, He knows the precise location, velocity and energy potential of every photon, every neutron, every quark that exists in all of creation, and where it is going, and where it has been.  Nothing is outside His authority or knowledge.  Every thought ever thought or ever to be thought exists simultaneously in His knowledge. There are no moments, because time does not exist.

Our “time” as humans, as living souls dwelling for a moment in this carbon (dirt)-based machine, is nothing.  To us, it seems we have lived but a short while.  To the Master, it is not even the blink of an eye.  As fast as a kernel of popcorn popping, we are born, live a span of time, and then our machine fails.  That fast, and its finished.

This world we see, feel, hear, touch, smell, eat, hate and love is also aging and will also terminate at some point in the future, which is no future at all.  There is no timeline.  There are no actual “years”, and there is only one actual “death” – the judgement of those who declined Yahusha.

You beautiful souls who love Yahuah through your tears, He knows you, too.  He does feel your heart.  He does feel your pain, your joy.  He understands your desires, your hopes, your anger, your love.  He knows you struggle against the Cherub who challenged Him.

I can tell you much about that Cherub, but it would detract from what is important.  About his work I will only say this: Logarithmic acceleration is underway.  Everything is coming together.

You, living soul, do this: Love those who hate you.  When you are hated and despised, love that one the most.  Love those who spitefully use you.  Love is the weapon Yahuah created to overcome hate.  Love is the ONLY weapon that overcomes hate.  If you truly want to live, love.  Love is the answer.  Love is the key.  Love is the doorway to divine eternity.  Love is why you exist.  It is your super-power.  Love is the super-power.  Love.  Sacrifice everything called “yours” to establish love as who you are.

Evidence Of The Great Love And Power of Yahuah

Interesting moment a few weeks ago.  My 12 yr-old son and I were hiking in the mountains in the west Texas desert, and something struck my calf muscle of my left leg.  I immediately shouted to my son “something bit me”, and looked at my leg.

Two holes.  I searched the small patch of weeds growing beside the trail but found nothing, and we continued down the mountain.

I took this photo a day or two later, at home.

Acts 28:3-6

But when Paul had gathered a bundle of sticks and laid them on the fire, a viper came out because of the heat and fastened itself on his hand. When the natives saw the creature hanging from his hand, they began saying to one another, “Undoubtedly this man is a murderer, and though he has been saved from the sea, justice has not allowed him to live.” However he shook the creature off into the fire and suffered no harm.
     They were expecting that he was about to swell up or suddenly fall down dead. But after they had waited a long time and had seen nothing unusual happen to him, they changed their minds and began to say that he was a god.

Sometimes miracles happen in our lives that we do not even notice.  When you think you are alone, you are not.  When you think He does not listen, He does.  When you think He does not love, He is filled with it.  He promises never to forget, never to forsake, never.

Because you love Him, you obey His teachings, and because you obey His Words, He manifests within you.  Keep your temple clean.  Maintain His dwelling.

Peace to you in the coming trial.  Peace upon us, all.