Yeah, I like the sound of it because it is true. And, I have attempted to explain this a number of times, but either this was ignored, summarily denied, or some godawful attempt to refute it popped up with pages of confusing sermons in four parts apparently proclaiming the unfounded glories of an abstract and impersonal monadic divinity.
Yeshua (meaning Yahweh is salvation) was God in the flesh. He came here and dwelt among us to bless us with a truly personal relationship with Him (the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit). No other religion ever experienced such a marvelous thing.
Yeshua ha Massiach prayed with His disciples and followers, He blessed them, taught them, comforted them, and healed them. He traveled with them, He dined with them, He sailed with them, fished with them, He bathed with them, and He nourished an unimaginably powerful loving relationship with them - Our loving God in the flesh.
The Old Testament prophets told the complete story of His coming, His birth, His ministry, His mission and its purpose. To deny the divinity of Yeshua ha Massiach not only renders His sacrifice meaningless, it denies the credibility of the divinely inspired Old Testament prophets and renders their prophesies also meaningless.
He was wounded for our t***sgression, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed.Isaiah - 600 BC.
The Romans crucified thousands of Jews in those days, why then did the crucifixion of just one more Jew have such a monumental impact on mankind and change the course of history? The death of the Messiah and his resurrection from the dead is the heart and soul of the Christian faith. Only Yahweh Himself can forgive us our sins, and that is what He came here to do.
Our Lord's suffering began in Gethsemane with His anguished prayers, followed by one of the most severe f**gellations the Roman brutes could inflict. It was a terribly wounded Savior who was then nailed to the cross. As
physically excruciating as a Roman crucifixion was, His physical suffering was nothing compared to the spiritual pain of carrying the burden of all human sin on His shoulders and defeating death with the forgiveness of all sins and the promise of eternal life with Him in Heaven. No human being, no matter how righteous or saintly he or she could possibly be, could accomplish such a thing.
On the day I was baptized in a beautiful desert warm spring with 11 adults and 9 children, including a 6 month old baby, I have felt His presence, Kyle, I have experienced His grace, I have seen His Light, He has been with me in Spirit and He has guided me through the briars and brambles of life on earth. I have taken on many inspiring challenges since that day, some I doubted I could ever complete, and He, Yeshua, our Lord and Savior, answered every prayer in guiding me through.
The Temple Menorah and the communion cup shown here were two such projects. Hand carved, crafted and finished out of western cottonwood without the benefit of a wood shop or any power tools other than a Dremel and a drill, the menorah (my sister's idea) took me six months, or should I say it took Yeshua six months, to guide me over the plateaus and out of the dead ends. 36 parts crafted for nearly perfect fits with detailing I never thought I could achieve with just carving knives, chisels, and sand paper. Many times, I had to lay down my tools and pray.
The communion cup was carved and finished from a single branch of cotton wood. I wanted something that would symbolize five fingers holding the cup, His fingers, and I felt that carving an actual hand would not only be difficult but would not convey what I had in mind. The result then is a representation of five fingers holding the cup.
I wish I could tell you the full story of my six month quest to produce the menorah, such as my many excursions into the wilderness where the cottonwood trees live and die to find just the right pieces for continuing with the project and the experiences I had there that had nothing to do with finding wood. Like the day after a heavy rain and I was dealing with a severe bout of diarrhea. I knew the wood would be wet but that was no problem, I went out there anyway. Five minutes or so after I arrived there and was preparing for my search, an attack of diarrhea hit me. I didn't have much time, I grabbed my entrenching tool and ran into the woods to get away from the creek and I was thinking of leaves and sticks with which to clean up. In a matter of seconds, I came into a clearing of nothing but damp sand and there it was. A full roll of toilet paper, dry as if it had just come out of its plastic package, sitting on end in the sunlight, bright, white, and clean. It doesn't matter how it got there, what matters is how I found it so quickly and at the time I needed it most. I can't explain it, other than to say I was led to it. Yeshua was the Master of my project, it was for his pleasure and praise that I took on the challenge. I have no doubt that He showed me the way. Yes, our Lord and Savior will provide even the little things for those who love Him.
It is odd that from all I put into my post, you would ask me the question the post was intended to answer.
I am reasonably certain that this testimonial will mean little to you, but there it is. Do with it as you wish, but don't ask me about this again.
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