Depression, pain and sorrow can be a writers close allies. When a writer gets down, he will inevitably look for his keyboard or notebook. Writing is his heart, you see, and the keyboard and pencil are his methods of getting there. Continue reading “Counting The Cost of Life With The Lost”
When Yahusha instructs us not to fear, He means what He says. We live in the end-times tribulation-era world, and the demons are not getting any days off. But there is a wonderful Psalm about all this wickedness.
“Psa 11:1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
Psa 11:2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.
Psa 11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Psa 11:4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
Psa 11:5 The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence His soul hates.
Psa 11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
Psa 11:7 For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Yahuah has His eyes open and His gaze upon the righteous. He knows the wicked things done in secret, and He hates the wicked. He knows that our foundations are under assault, and that if our foundations are destroyed, we will be hard-pressed to act. We will be wanderers, our foundations gone. Transvestism, homosexualism, pedophilia – all assault our foundations of righteousness. He personally will pour His wrath upon the wicked in this lifetime. So remain steadfast, remain righteous. Obey the teachings of Yahuah, and hold fast to the salvation of His Son.
The enemy, though bold with great hope for bloodshed, is already defeated. He is crushed underfoot with no hope for redemption. You who keep the commands of Yahuah and have the testimony of Yahusha are forever alive in the Kingdom of Heaven, where many who love you await your arrival, and all there will know you and celebrate your coming. Peace awaits you, joy and delight that is impossible to know in this world. The prize is worthy of the cost, worthy of the cost.
In all of the wickedness overtaking the world, as the power of the Holy People is breaking and as the end, the violent end comes, yet still is the glory and the peace and the joy of the love of Yahuah that is present within all who obey Him.
05:49 AM, Friday. On the headphones is the band Imagine Dragons, an Indi Rock band that I have grown quite fond of. The album is EVOLVE, and the music is great. Just fantastic, and I like it at about 50 percent volume. Louder would be just fine for me, but not for my ears.
The particular tune playing as I start this is the song “Rise Up”.
I encourage you to read and study the Word of Yahuah. Trust Him, lean on Him, and never try to “figure Him out”, because you can’t. No one can. Paul tells us that Yahuah is “inscrutable”, and that means “you cannot figure Him out”. Continue reading “Knock Knock! “Who’s There?” :)”
Our website (jerrywdavis.com) was down for a few days and during that time, I had 1/2 dozen really great post ideas for you that I could not write. Fortunately, our site is back up. Unfortunately, I cannot remember any of those great story ideas. But this might stimulate some thought: Continue reading “When I Was A Boy, I Saw The Burning Crosses”
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.
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.
Like a mighty vise clamping down on the flesh and bones of humanity, so the world is squeezed by the crushing hand of Yahuah. Sin, which is rebellion, earns its just reward.
There is a way that seems right unto man, that in the end leads to death. So it is. I am grateful that Yahuah shows me these things. He teaches me Truth, opens my heart to His teachings, and loads me up with what seems more than I can bear.
I am so different from everyone I meet, and lonely. I live a solitary life, and He seems to call me to this. He has His reasons, His purpose. He knows what to do.
But His Word tells us that He will never place more on us than we can bear, and that we are to place our burdens on Him. But how does one place grief in Him, when it exists within our heart? How does one stop grieving, when grief, by its very essence, resides within us? To give that to Him?
What it is, is this: The juxtaposition of love with selfishness. To feel and experience the potential and to live with the demands of selfishness creates a tear in the fabric of one’s soul. To see the good, as if it is a distant shore, and to yearn for it as one floats at sea in a boat denied that shore, is hard.
We are capable of loving to an extent unimaginable. Yet we fear that love, we fear giving it, and rightly so considering the fraud and deciet that passes for common behavior in people. All of us struggle with living truthful lives. Just when we think ourselves rather truthful, we offer up a lie where the truth belongs.
We hate to be convicted of our sin, and our pride insists that we be invulnerable. Why?
We fear being that open heart. We fear offering love when we are most wounded. We hide behind “success” or wealth or popularity or a fancy car or other possessions. I do not know a single soul who lives from love. Not even me, the mighty Jerry Davis, Son of Daud and Lion of Truth.
In fact, I am quite well armed. I prepare for war, not for love. I see the collapse of our world and I prepare to defend myself and my family. I am so much the warrior that I seem unable and unwilling to become love. Yet love is the true strength.
Abraham, the righteous man, the progenitor of the Hebrew, a promise kept by Yahuah , lied sometimes. He also led his men into battle against the kings who conquered Sodom. Study Abraham’s youth. You will be impressed. He was always one willing to fight wickedness. What a fine man he is.
Daud, whom has been renamed “David” by the transliteralists who mangle the Words, was a man after Yahuahs own heart. From the throne of Daud, Mashiach Yahusha will rule for 1000 years. Hail Yahusha, my friend, the Living Truth.
Daud was a mighty warrior.
My name and my ancestors, Davis, comes from a region near Wales, on the island of Britian. My name is a creation of the English-speaking people over there, who referred to my people as “the davy’s” , or “Davids sons”. The Hebrew spelling, as far as I can determine, is בניו של דוד.
Going back 400 years in some geneaology research conducted by someone I do not know, a stranger provided my most excellent brother, Tim, with some history. Years later, he forwarded that information to me and I observed that the farther back one looked, the more Hebrew names popped up. So, for example, 400 years ago I had a grandfather or an uncle named Hezekiah, which would have been properly spoken “Hezekiah, son of Daud”. There were many more.
I think that Yahuah loves me. I believe it and am certain of it.
I have not always been devoted to Yahuah. My childhood was very hard, to hard to write. By age fourteen I was hiding whiskey at the elementary school down the street from our home. Whiskey stolen from homes in our neighborhood in the dead of night.
The things I did back then are shocking to me today. I have had two instances where guns were directed at me by individuals who were absolutely capable of killing. One was on parole for murder, having shotgunned his ex-wife and her boyfriend in Colorado some years prior. The other was committed to an insane asylum after waiting in ambush for me one night, and failing to get his shot, robbed a convenience store with his three equally armed goons the next day. Both took place when I was 17.
Yet Yahuah protected me in all things. Sin? Sure, I was guilty. In fact, I had no knowledge of Yahuah nor interest in “god”. I just wanted to survive.
In a miracle that I cannot explain, when I was 19 years old He filled me with His Holy Spirit one night in the desert, alone and summoned there by His Spirit.
I had been reading a bible that my dear aunt Jan mailed to me when I was in the army. I was in the Army, armed and in command of a small detachment of Military Police who guarded some missile sites in New Mexico. I did not know or understand what I was reading, but one verse spoke to me and changed my life.
Romans 5-1 So now, since we have been made right in God’s sight by faith in his promises, we can have real peace with him because of what Jesus Christ our Lord has done for us. 2 For because of our faith, he has brought us into this place of highest privilege where we now stand, and we confidently and joyfully look forward to actually becoming all that God has had in mind for us to be.
Its from The Living Bible, and I will never forget it. That night, and it was around midnight, I sat at my desk alone reading the Bible that my aunt Jan mailed me, and the power of Yahuah entered into me.
I took a jeep, drove out into the desert, stood there with my hands in the air and the power of Yahuah shook me in a spectacular manner. Literally shaking violently from head to toe, I spoke in a long stream of wild gibberish and wept a river of tears. I was truly overwhelmed, and had no idea what was happening.
Yahuah will save whom He will save, and when I read in my heart “look forward to actually becoming all that God has in mind for us to be“, He entered me, brought me out to meet Him, and moved in.
That was 43 years ago.
Much has happened in those 43 years, but this I can tell you now: Yahuah is who He claims to be. In this life we will face much wickedness and endure much sorrow. It never ends in this human life. But endless as well is His love and His devotion to his children. As our Abba, He gave us instructions for living. Follow them. Love when you prefer to hate. Forgive and let go. Burn your list of wrongs. Release your resentments and abide in the glory of His light. Allow yourself to be set free from the condemnation of sin – both your condemnation toward those who hurt you, and their condemnation of you. Love them anyway.
You are given the path to freedom. Walk it.
It’s late; 12:12 AM. I’m listening to a singer who goes by the name “Sade”. She is singing a song titled “Somebody Already Broke My Heart”, and this woman can sing. Its smooth, almost jazz, but much better, with a simple rythm, simple lyrics and her velvet voice.
Thought you might be curious about the music I listen to at 12:12 AM on a Friday morning in South Texas. Continue reading “We Build With Small Stones”
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”
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”