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Time Travel Through The Bible

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Hebrews 1:1,2 “ In the past God spoke to our forefathers through the prophets at many times and in various ways, but in these last days He has spoken to us by His son, whom He appointed heir of all things, and through whom He made the universe.

What do these verses tell us? God in the past days spoke through the prophets as the Holy spirit in the Old Testament rested on prophets, priests and Kings. Therefore these were the only anointed people who were able to speak out the word that was entrusted to them through the Holy Spirit. Hence in the past days God spoke through the prophets.

Now lets go on a “ Time Machine” to the station of Jesus on earth. Jesus spoke through the power of the Holy Spirit that descended on Him in the form of a dove. When He was baptised in the Jordan river by John the Baptist (Luke 3 :21)
Signs and wonders followed His words because of the Holy Spirit indwelling Him.

Now lets go further into time when Jesus died for us on the cross and ascended into heaven.  That was the period of the advent of the Holy Spirit( Acts 2 :3)

Now lets walk through time, God in the past spoke through the prophets, Then God spoke through Jesus. How does God speak to us now? God speaks to us through His Divinely Inspired word and through His Holy Spirit, in this “ Cosmopolitan Contemporary world” God pours out His spirit on all flesh, on all peoples of every race, creed and tongue ( Joel 2 :28, 29) on condition they accept Jesus Christ as Saviour of their lives.

When Jesus left us, Jesus still remained not by body but through His Spirit. That Spirit remains on earth today in you and in me. That Spirit enables us to be all that God intended for us to be before the creation of the world.

Now lets take the time machine to the future Revelation 21:2-4  says that  when the new city of God appears Jesus will  live among us and He will wipe away every tear from our eyes and there will be no more death and suffering. We will see Jesus face to face and we will be  with  Jesus forever more.

A Letter About This Man Called Jesus

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Hypothetically speaking I am a Pharisee writing a letter to a fellow Jew, a close friend studying this man called Jesus. Could this man a Nazarene be the Messiah?

The spirit of the Lord God is upon me, Because the Lord has anointed me.

He has sent me as a herald of joy to the humble ,To bind up the wounded of heart,

To proclaim release to the captives, Liberation to the imprisoned to proclaim a year of the Lord’s favou , And a day of vindication by our God, To comfort all who mourn.(Isaiah 61:1,2) The Jewish Study Bible

My dear friend and brother Eleazer,

Shalom! I bring greetings to you and your family. I hope you are doing well and your family is blessed and prosperous as always thanks to our great Yahweh. Yahweh be praised my wife and children are in good health and now Bengamin my oldest son is thirity three years old the same age as this man that caused such a religious revolution, this intriguing, mind boggling, baffling, downright rebel that caused so much of an uproar these past three years. Yet there was so much of love in him. So much of courage, compassion, wisdom but above all his love and devotion to Yahweh. Could this mortal man who claims to be the son of the Almighty, Yahweh creator of heaven and earth be the Messiah? I have seen his mother Mary, I have, I have seen his brothers and friends .Yet he is different, he belongs yet does not belong. It says in the book of Isaiah 7:14” Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign,the virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel” Could this Mary have been a virgin rumour has it that she was when she was with child Jesus. He looked so different from his family, unlike Mary and Joseph and his strapping normal brothers. Could this be the divine birth that the prophets spoke about? He has flesh and blood like all men, yet this man is unlike all men.

Let me tell you why, long ago when I was the age of Bengmin I went to read the Torah at the temple, to the temple came a lovely young couple with a little baby.

Now this couple caught my attention because they came to dedicate their new born baby at the temple. As they walked to the place of dedication they were greeted by my friend Simon, the man of prayer, who is always at the temple praying for the consolation of Israel. He came to the couple took the baby in his arms and said” For my eyes have seen your salvation which you have prepared in the sight of all people, a light for revelation to the gentiles and for glory to your people Israel” I was amazed and went to read the Torah just as I was about to open it Anna the prophetess went to greet them and I closed the Torah and went towards the young couple she took the child in her arms and spoke about the redemption of Israel through this baby. Being a Pharisee a devout one “hopefully” Yahweh be praised. I went towards this couple spoke to them and asked them the name of this baby and they said it was Jesus. Jesus said I registering the name in my memory as no one else I knew had that name .I lost track of that baby yet the vision of that baby and the words spoken by Simon and Anna the prophetess kept haunting my mind .I remember the way the baby looked at me and smiled. Many years later I went to the temple, as I always do for the feast of the Passover. I saw this sweet boy about twelve years old looking very excited to be at the temple. He came up to us after the sacrifices and this time and stern and he asked me to explain how the sins of the people can be atoned for by the blood sacrifice of an animal. He asked me why does the law need to be enforced ? I thought this child can cause a revolt .The wisdom of this child was phenomenal and I asked him his name. The child looked at me straight in the eye and said “Jesus”. Then I knew this was no ordinary child. As this child spoke to Nathaniel and Jeremiah, I took this child aside and asked, who are you? Why do you look so grave? The child did not answer my first question but He said I now know why I have come into this world.It is to save the Lost, one ultimate sacrifice to fulfil the Law. I did not know what he meant. This boy was one day going to cause a revolution. The purpose of the life of this young boy was revealed when He came to the temple that day. I kept track of the life of this young boy called Jesus. I heard that he took over Joseph’s business as a carpenter. I visited his store at Nazareth and Jesus was the best carpenter that lived in all of Jerusalem. Jesus welcomed me into his store and gave me fresh grape juice and I looked with amazement at the furniture he made, it was absolutely exquisite. This furniture was not made by human hands but had divine inspiration inlaid with mortal aspiration. As we talked on he kept murmuring that His time was yet to come. Yet in my heart I knew that the time was at hand. For this Jesus to cause a revolution as the prophets of old had foretold. I also heard about this prophet called John The Baptist who was calling people to baptism” which was an outward sign of inward change” after they repented of their sins he was baptising them in the Jordan river. Being a curious man I went to hear him, his message was powerful, it cut to my heart urging me to repent and be baptised yet I restrained my self. For I knew it was not my time. As I watched John the Baptist, Jesus and some of his followers came up to him .I was amazed to see that this fascinating, intriguing man Jesus condescended to be baptised by John in the Jordan river. I watched with amazement that as Jesus was coming out of the water, I heard thunder and a voice from nowhere yet everywhere said “ You are my son whom I love with you I am well pleased.” Then I saw a dove come and sit on his head. His whole face was alight and I knew I had witnessed a very special and significant moment. News about this man called Jesus became an obsession with me. I started asking people about him. I went to a synagogue talk about divine timing or was it fate Jesus a young man around thirty years of age read the Torah Isaiah 61:1,2” The spirit of the sovereign Lord is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor . He has sent me to bind up the broken hearted, to proclaim freedom to the captives and release for the prisoners.” As He read these words his voice thundered in the synagogue and this Jesus had the audacity to say “today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.” Who did he think He was the son of God? Yet deep in my heart I knew this was no ordinary man. Even after what I heard at His baptism by John the Baptist. I had erased as the figment of my imagination. Yet through these divine appointments I studied him. Yahweh be praise. Then came a very big shock, that shook the very foundations of the ground around my feet.This Jesus started working miracles. Miracles, Yes this Jesus started drove out evil spirits from people. I followed Him to watch him more closely, whenever Jesus saw me watching Him with curiosity he gave me a slight nod and a wonderful smile, that warmed my heart. Jesus did not have an attitude of superiority” Look at me I am the one who works miracles” on the contrary Jesus was humble and full of compassion and touched a man with leprosy and healed him. It was a touch of love. A touch of compassion, a touch of peace for this man who was troubled in body and soul, Jesus touched this man and made him whole. This miracle touched the core of my being. This miracle spoke volumes to me about this man called Jesus.

Isaiah 53:5 “ But He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our inequities, the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him and by His wounds we are healed.” I heard about the arrest of Jesus and my heart raced and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. This wonderful man Jesus, the man I studied and loved was now standing before Pilate. There was a revolt over this man Jesus. I could not enter into the palace of Pilate but waited outside. I heard the crowd cry crucify Him, crucify Him, my heart wept how could they do this to this awesome man.This man did cause a revolution but not the way I expected. He was going to die. If He was God why did he not do anything supernatural yet my friend Eleazar there was a reason, there was purpose, there was a plan. I stood at the foot of the cross, my spirit and my heart weeping. As He cried out “ Father into your hands I commit my spirit”. Then He breathed His last. I felt in my spirit the pain, the agony, for such a loss yet I knew it was not over. No this could not and can not be the end. More was yet to come ,Some of his disciples told me that He had risen, my heart was overjoyed and I believed. It was then that I believed. Did He appear to me ? No but I knew that I knew, that this Jesus was no longer dead but alive. How did I know? Because Jesus said I will raise this temple in three days that temple meant His body. That man Jesus was the Messiah. This man Jesus the son of God, lived walked and breathed the same air as ordinary men. This man Jesus was a Jew by birth but a gentile by heart. This man Jesus caused a revolution even today in the hearts and lives of people. This man Jesus is the Christ, The anointed one, The Messiah, The Redeemer. This man Jesus is my all in all God of creation. Yeshua be praised.

Your loving brother and friend

Eli

My Bible

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MY BIBLE

This book that I carry won’t tell me whom I will marry,

Yet this book that I carry brought me through life’s sorrows, joys, laughter, tears

The list too many

This book that I carry, the words never left in a hurry

This book that I carry brought me out of depression,

Depression some sort of satanic oppression or just some sort of psychological phenomenon, whatever…

This book that I carry brought me through that difficult phase in my life when my emotions were all at strife,

I met a wise old man, a protestant monk who told me to kneel and read five Psalms a day aloud, it was in these times of solitude that I knew and felt the presence and peace of God’s grace in altitude.

This book that I carry has travelled through time, space, history and longitude,

Yet it is so appropriate for me and has filled me with hope and a future to foresee

The future that seemed so dim and bleak and when I felt the roof full of water only on me did leak, the power of that word of this book that I carry, which is so magnificently holy, these words never did tarry,

This book that I carry has now given me healing, His omnipotent presence in me indwelling yet day by day as I study this book, it nourishes me be it Psalms or Acts

This book that I carry has power to change, heal, and gives me a purpose to live and a destination to fill. This book that I carry is my life, my purpose, my all.

This book is my call

What Happens When We Yawn

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You know my little one there are very many types of yawns the next time you yawn before you go to sleep or you stretch to wake up from bed or you are just so tired. Think about the yawn that has become so part of your life. The yawn that baffles where does it come from or where does it go. The yawn, the art of the yawn.

Sometimes people have dignified yawns with their mouths closed. Where does that yawn go into their tummy. Sometimes people have very loud and furious yawns that reminds them of Tarzan in the jungle. Who is Tarzan? Oh sorry little one he was before your time he used to swing on the trees in the jungle but I will tell you about him another time. He was a wild man and made these furious noises that sounded just like the yawns of your uncle Billy. Tarzan was a good jungle man.

Now coming back to a little mousy squeaky yawn that comes out before you know it and sneaks in a little squeak. Then there is a majestic Kingly yawn that make people stop and stare Yaaow, Yes that is a mighty big majestic yawn.

Then there is a sparky passing on yawn. You know little one it only takes a spark to light a fire and this yawn starts in a room full of people it starts with one then the other stares, then the one who stares catches on and before you know it the whole room is full of yawning people.

Then you have the Red Indian yawn you know the red Indians used to make a noise with their hands over their mouths and this particular yawn little one will be an Apache Indian yawn.

Then you have a finger clicking yawn, this yawn little one is the Rock and Roll Elvis Presley yawn. I will tell you about the King of rock and roll, finger clicking, shoe stomping Elvis when you come to the time of enjoying rock and roll. By the way son you can have your hair anyway you like it when you grow up, long, short, or spiky but remember the finger clicking Elvis yawn.

Then you have a very sweet, fragile aristocratic lady yawn. Now remember this lady has been suppressing her yawn for a long, long time so she takes out her dainty little handkerchief pretends to give a little cough and out comes the yawn. Ahh the day I wish to see her majesty yawn in public that would be a day to record in history books. Wonder what happens to her little yawns

Now we have the yawn stretch when you see this man yawn stretch his hands towards heaven and give out this good loud yawn. This man is unintentionally saying a little prayer asking God for rest from his tired, long and bored day. Don’t ask me how I know but I just do.

Then you have the absolutely bored yawn , you have this person usually in the waiting rooms of hospitals or at dentists or people waiting at bus stops .They look around, they look at their fingers, they stare into oblivion, they scratch their heads and out comes this bored yawn which sounds bored itself . It is a God given art which functions in the human body at times like these to give boredom a little nudge. These people are completely oblivious to their bored nudges but son I have watched and experienced these bored nudges in that phase of man’s life called boredom.

Then you have the wake up yawn. Ths yawn with your bad breath comes out as you stretch yourself in bed, scratch your weary little head and open your eyes and then yawn. This is a wake up call to those nearby to tell you to brush your teeth but it is also letting out all your air out of your lungs in the morning as you breathe in the fresh new air of the new day in the morning. So let it be a strong loud yawn as you breath in a new day.

Then you have the operatic yaweeeeeoooo that is a Pavarotti opera yawn, that is loud and strong and resonant and frightens the daylights of those who are close. Now my son come close I always wanted to do that in the library but I hope that one day you will do what your heart leads you to do.

So son you will experience a lot of yawns some loud and majestic and see those soft and dainty yawns from the girls in your class but remember the art of the yawn an art that we have no control over but an art that the artist of the yawn created just to make life more special for you and me. So remember the next time you yawn, you are special and every yawn is significant goodnight my little one. Yawn as you live each day.