Friday, December 26, 2014

Christmas Day...

Christmas day is over, but our celebrations are not.  Today, on the second day of Christmas we begin to visually sift through those who truly celebrate the season and those who have gotten lost in the business and even the godlessness of the season.  Nine years ago, my grandmother died two days before Christmas; and with her the joy of many.  You see, she lived for seventeen years after having a double hemorrhage stroke; and she used the miracles she was given to be a miracle for countless others.  In a way she lived every day of her life as if it were her last; and as such, she treated each "last" day as if it were Christmas - her favorite.  Of the countless souls she has touched and influenced over her life, you will never find one who can remember her without a warm and welcoming joy all about her; and if ever she were asked a reason why, the only reason she could ever give was "Jesus".

What does this have to do with Christmas?  Well, there are many who try to dissolve the celebration of Christmas...  those who think that Christianity is nothing more than a Christianized Pagan Celebration.  Christians and non-Christians alike strike at the "Pagan Roots" of Christianity almost on a daily basis now trying to convince us through loud and lofty voices, through rumor and speculation, and through misinformation and outright lies that there is nothing genuine, noble, or true in Christianity...  and Christmas along with it.  As oft' as others try to dismantle Christmas, people like my Grandmother know the true meaning of this holy season and never stop living it.   I know I am not anywhere near where she was in her walk with Ha-Shem, and a day rarely tarries when I don't catch myself complaining to or nagging Ha-Shem about something; but because of Christmas, everyday I can start anew and try one more time to live like Jesus and make her proud of the family she left behind...

What is Christmas?
When did its celebration first come to be?
When was Jesus' birth?
What of the Nativity?
Who were the Magi?
Really...  a king celebrated by Shepherds?
What of the Pagan influence?

These are among the many questions I hope to ponder and address in this endeavor if study, reflection, and writing…

You see, it was with the death of my grandmother that I actually started paying attention to the holiday season each year.  At first I thought that I was trying to re-discover that “magic” that seemed to have died with her.  What Ha-Shem has been revealing to me piece by piece and little by little has been so much more than I ever could have hoped or dreamed.

It is from hope that we are inspired to dream and from striving toward those dreams we are greeted by unexplainable, repeating, and observable circumstances - these are the evidence and substance of the usually unseen realms - and it is to this very evidence that we refer in every occasion that we make proclamations of faith.  You see, it is not a blind and meaningless faith at all; as in accordance with the laws of Science, it demonstrates a growth from the repeating and observable…  and while we cannot replicate said events though any means aside from continuing to hope and dream, we can know with certainty that every time we strive toward those dreams unexplainable and observable circumstances will follow…

The holidays, every one of them…  every holiday in every month and season is all about remembering the “hope” that once lived among us…  they are about striving to grasp hold of such hope once again in order that we might remember how to dream by reminding us what has happened before when others dared such preposterous things.  And in daring to dream we give power to the usually unseen powers to accomplish miraculous things in our lives.

“... and the usually non-terrestrial presence of Ha-Shem took on physical existence over the waters of te deep…”  Genesis 1
Etymology of the Word “Christmas”: 

I used wikipedia for this word-study as they have an extensive article on Christmas containing over 200 references.  Below are a few items I found to be of note in the wikipedia article when it comes to the word “Christmas.”

* "Christmas" is a compound word originating in the term "Christ's Mass"
* It is derived from the Middle English Cristemasse, which is from Old English Crīstesmæsse, a phrase first recorded in 1038
* Crīst (genitive Crīstes) is from Greek Khrīstos (Χριστός), a translation of Hebrew Māšîaḥ (מָשִׁיחַ), "Messiah", meaning "anointed"
* Mæsse is from Latin missa, the celebration of the Eucharist.
* The Anglo-Saxons referred to the feast as "midwinter"
* Nātiuiteð (from Latin nātīvitās).  "Nativity", meaning "birth", is from Latin nātīvitās.
* In Old English, Gēola ("Yule") referred to the period corresponding to January and December.
* Noel" (or "Nowell") entered English in the late 14th century and is from the Old French noël or naël, itself ultimately from the Latin nātālis (diēs), "(day) of birth”.

The Wikipedia article has much more information on the etymology of “Christmas” than I listed above as well as detailed references from which it draws its data; however this is sufficient for my intents and purposes. Now at this point,I have no little interest in discussing the various traditions we have now associated with Christmas, but rather my interest is solely on tracing through the actual data we have on its origins that we might understand in reality from when and from where Christmas originated.  From the above, we can see the word traces back to nearly the beginning of the 2nd Millennium CE/AD. 


Biblical and Historical Evidence of Jesus’ Birthday:

I recently read an interesting article on the Biblical evidence both for and against a December 25th celebration of the birth of Jesus.  In short, drawing from passages in Matthew and Luke, the conclusions of the article are that according to Scriptures either the birth or the conception of Jesus would have happened during the season we now know as “Advent” and the “12 Days of Christmas”  Advent begins on the first sunday after Thanksgiving and ends on Christmas Day.  Counting forward from December 25th the “Twelve Days of Christmas” end on January 5/6th and in some traditions they begin on January 6/7th and end on the 18/19th. 

Now I don’t particularly see the difference between birth/conception as something to get terribly riled up about.  Looking from culture to culture and tradition to tradition in today’s world, we see rejoicing at both times of conception (baby showers) and times of birth.  If Jesus was Conceived in December rather than born than it was in December that Mary was visiting her cousin Elisabeth whose baby leapt inside the womb knowing already who was growing inside of Mary.  

The details are not what give us cause to celebrate Jesus birth, but the hope that His birth promises us is what gives us cause to celebrate.  Parsons, the author of the above mentioned article, concludes with this: “...Every day, then, may we celebrate the life of our LORD and Savior, Yeshua the Mashiach! Amen.”  You see, we are grafted into Abraham’s Tree that is we are made beneficiaries of his covenant with Ha-shem.  In Genesis we read how Abraham admitted his own unworthiness to forge covenant with Ha-Shem and in response Ha-Shem promised to pay Abraham’s price into the covenant that his shortcomings become irrelevant.  Along with paying entry for Abraham and his descendants into this particular covenant - a covenant we remember every time we take Kiddush and every time we partake in the Eucharist - Ha-Shem also took on the penalties for breaking the covenant; and weather it be His conception, His Birth, His Death, His Resurrection, His youth, or His ministry we have just cause to celebrate the Hope that Ha-Shem has promised us.  The very same hope that began the traditions that we now have 2000 years later.

In Judaism we have a festival of Hope that typically falls in mid-late December; it is called Chanukah.  it is no mere coincidence that Chanukah and Christmas share manky symbols, traditions, and even proximity on the Calendar.  For those unaware, Christianity was considered as the Pharisees, Sadducees, Essenes, etc among the various sects of Judaism by much the world until the early-mid 4th century CE/AD… Christianity, before Roman Catholicism was a Sect of Judaism.  It was not spontaneously created by Constantine or any other Roman Emperor from a mishmash of pagan sources.  The Pagan Roots of Christianity are in their entirety a myth aimed at dividing the Ha-Shem’s people in order to destabilize and destroy the Church... You can read all about the Eight days of Temple Dedication in the Chronicles and Kings or about the Hasmonean Kings that made this festival famous in the books of Maccabees.  Today, Chanukah and Christmas traditions remind us that with as far as we have strayed from Ha-Shem, there is Hope.  Something about that hope births countless miracles - unexplainable but constantly repeating and observable events - in and around each of us who never forget what this season of holiness is all about.  For me, it was in my grandmother’s last days in the hospital before being released on hospice; and in spite of not being able to muster strength to speak in months, as I strummed my guitar and sang her Christmas Carols in her hospital room, she sang with joy and life.  For my own witness this has carried on for nine years now where a certain “magic”about this season births miracles, and even now, from time to time I can hear her voice singing along with the choir unrealized by many.
  
Now, keep in mind that the Bible as we know it has existed since the first Latin Vulgate Bible was written/compiled at the turn of the 5th Century CE/AD which extends our above timetable for evidence for/against the support of the December 25th Scripture more than 600 additional years.  This was all made possible by the Synod of Hippo 393 CE/AD and the Council of Carthage 397 CE/AD.  Prior to the Rise of Roman Catholicism in the 4th and 5th Centuries, the Gospels of Matthew and Luke take us back another 200 years (give or take) to the 2nd Century CE/AD.  

For some further reading, one might gander into the writings of the Church Fathers from the 1st and 2nd Centuries, several of whom were referencing a Celebration of Jesus’ birth and dating it to December 25th.  Others might turn to the historical inspiration for Santa Claus in St Nicholas who was not only a bishop of the Church during the rise of Emperor Constantine, but was also among those present at the Council of Nicea at the beginning of the 4th Century.  Another interesting note is St Nick’s feast day on January 6th.  While these beliefs and traditions have come a long way from where they began, very few of them actually originate in paganism.

I am far from exhausted on this topic, but that is about all I have in me to write today…  hopefully I will get to a bit more of this by the turn of the year… 

Monday, December 1, 2014

Holiday Memories

It's that time of year once again... when many of us struggle to overcome the hurts of Holidays past so we can fake a smile through Holidays present and survive to Holidays future…

For many, the holiday season brings joy; while for others it brings pain...  Every memory, tradition, relative, and friend has "baggage" carried along with them; both good and bad as this baggage is,it is still there; and it will be with you for as long as you choose to carry it.

We all have our reasons/excuses for putting up walls and pretending that things are fine ... hoping/praying that if we believe hard enough than the source of our misery will just cease to exist; but that is not what is best for us…

For a long time Thanksgiving was a time in my family when all the extended relatives on my dad's side would come together and we would share good food and memories.   About 8 years ago, this changed; as my grandmother spent the weekend and the weeks to come in and out of the hospital, dying...  I remember going to the hospital each night I was home from school; to visit her and play Christmas songs for her, all the while praying for that miracle that everyone with an ill loved one prays for…

The miracle I wanted I did not get; as she died just days before Christmas...  

Memories of my Grandmother are coupled with baggage,...   of the amazing, disciple she was...  of the tremendous faith and joy she radiated...  of the strength she demonstrated in the years of countless miracles she was part of while here with us on Earth....  of the pain we all felt when we were helpless to help her while she was dying...  of the loss and emptiness we felt when she was no longer there...  One of my fondest memories of her though is this: Only years after her double hemorrhage stroke she stood there in the living room of my parents house dancing with my grandfather...  Defying all odds, she danced; and I have a picture on my desk of the event to remind me everyday of the miracles Ha-Shem gives us even when all hope seems to be lost and even when we are not expecting it...  As I sit here revising what I wrote 3 years ago, then just under 5 years after her death, people she has never met, not even once, are to this day changed and affected by her walk with Ha-Shem...

Thinking about it in retrospect... while I did not get the miracle I wanted, I got the one I needed. My last visit to see her in the hospital, just before she was sent home on hospice... My Grandmother SANG! I can't even think to remember what song it was but only that over my own voice and over the guitar... SHE SANG!  The miracle of this is that for months she had not been able to even speak, but SHE SANG!!!.... years later now, and there are still people who spring to life at the re-telling of this memory... and lives that my grandmother never even met are changed by that same Vine whose branches bore fruit in her... does so in me... and likewise in so many others...

When I originally wrote this article, 3 years ago on Advent Sunday, I had just returned home from church and for the first time receiving a sense of that hidden magic of the season.  I drove to church and heard nothing but Christmas music the whole way there; and by the time I arrived, I was crying.  For the 5 years prior I had, in a way, carried hate and dislike for the season, because of what I lost - more baggage.  I was consumed by thoughts of how wonderful that weekend had been for me... about how peaceful the holiday seemed, even with all the baggage that I was only just then realizing that i had been carrying with me...  And listening to that Christmas music on the way to Church, reminded me of the marvel of what the holidays are all about.  "...For unto us a Child is born..."  Something that began over 5000 years ago, continuing on...

Every single trial boils down to this one thing... do you believe that Ha-Shem is big enough and powerful enough to accomplish all that He promised us He will?!?  Do you believe that Ha-Shem who carved you from His very flesh with the sword breathed from His very lips cloths you in the very feathers from His wings that it be remembered and realized once again,  “...  before I knit you together in thy mother’s womb, our souls danced indistinguishably from one another…” - this is the promise of a restored life through the Messiah promised to every generation of man that has ever walked the Earth…   the restored life we now live, bathed in the blood that tells the angel of death, “.. this one has already died…”

While I did not receive the miracle I wanted; I did receive other miracles; without which, I would not be here nearly 8 years later to give thanks and rejoice in this season of hope today. As was the case 3 years ago when i originally wrote this, this year we celebrated Thanksgiving with little more than immediate family.  Again, I was surprised with one of the most memorable thanksgiving weekends of my life.  In less than 2 weeks, it will mark 10 years since I met my wife and one month later we will be celebrating 4th wedding anniversary...  The miracles of Ha-Shem’s timing and the intricacies of His path and planning for us are such marvelous things; that when I look back at all the things I could have done differently, I find that there is no way I could bring myself to change them, given the opportunity; because of all the miracles I would have missed out on if I had.

So what memories are burdening you this holiday?  which ones are giving you  hope?  which ones are dragging you down? and which ones are driving you on?  we all have baggage; it is part of the human condition...  How have we dealt with it? how do we view it?  how do we move on, separating the good memories from the from the hurts and pains that tend to ruin our good cheer?

This is the miracle of the season, that we, in our depraved condition, are blessed with Hope...  Hope of a better life...  of Good things to come our way...   of a Redeemer...  of a loving “God”...  of fulfilled promises...  of memories to give us strength...  of a "light at the end of the tunnel"...  of family togetherness...  of the Kingdom of Heaven coming and becoming established in this world, on this Earth we all live on...

No, I may never be able to listen to a Christmas song again without shedding at least a tear; but the “God” of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, My Grandmother, and me shall always be here to give me good memories as a foundation to push onward toward the promises He has already given us...

Here is what I would like to see happen in each of us in the days to come: dig into your life, examine your story, highlight everything that would not have happened if not for Ha-Shem.  Write these things down, read them, speak them out loud to an empty room or to your neighbor.  As difficult as the journey has been; the account for how you ended up here today, for why you believe what you believe now, for all the events in which you have born witness to the power of the Almighty.  The testimony of His journey with thee is an incomprehensibly powerful weapon against our current situations; and it will surely strike down the greatest turmoil in order to expose the miracles of this holiday season.
Find a Memory, any memory, that is more powerful in your life than the depressing drudgery of everyday life.  Give this memory to Ha-Shem and let Him grow it into a mighty tree of Hope where you can find refuge in all the blessings, miracles, and promises that the He has in store for you.  They are there, should you choose to look…

We are priests, prophets, kings, leaders, role models, etc... It is all the places that you have been and all the things He has already done that will most definitely give you the drive and the ability to reach for that "impossible dream" that the Devil wants you to believe you will never reach... But Ha-Shem has already done all these things in your life; the battles He fought on your behest before you were even a twinkle - remember them; and take pride in all He has done and is doing…   As Moses, charge into the days ahead with your arms raised in worship; as Joshua, charge into the days to come with the call to worship sounding from thy lips; and as Daniel fear nothing when you are on your knees - for the Devil is on the prowl like a roaring lion and in your faith and prayer the lion’s mouth is held powerless.

Friday, August 15, 2014

The Transcending Circle

This began 7 years ago as a vision... while I was walking around the outer wall of the Old City of Jerusalem... A circle of prayer transcending space and time, life and death, ethnicity and politics... 

Since that day in the middle of my study abroad program in Israel, I have dreamt this dream and have seen this sight over and over... in my waking and sleeping... in my private and corporate worship... I have seen faces long since lost and heard voices thought in the grave... all in unison, all as one... praying prayers, singing their songs...

In recent events, I have had a few very sleepless nights... the sleeplessness in tandem with recent and current tragedies inspired and moved moved me to begin writing - completing the circle I first began to see 7 years ago... brothers and sisters I have never seen or known, but there they are in the circle... their faith lives on...

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The Transcending Circle

Outside of space
Outside of time
There is a place
Of prayer and power
Of hope and faith
Where all the voices
Of all the saints
Join as one

10,000 dreams
10,000 stories
10,000 legends
… fade away...
10,000 tears
10,000 screams
10,000 goodbyes
10,000 graves

My heart is raging
My mind is racing
Like a wardrum
Leading the march
To that magic place
Where dreams are born
Where demons dread
And angels swarm

10,000 faces
10,000 voices
10,000 heartbeats
… fade away…
10,000 tears
10,000 screams
10,000 goodbyes
10,000 graves

The paradise
That never was
Nor ever will be
In this land of sin
The magic place
Where dreams are born
My only home
When sleep evades

10,000 faces
10,000 voices
10,000 heartbeats
… fade away…
10,000 tears
10,000 screams
10,000 goodbyes
10,000 graves

From places known
From far away
From distant times
From today and yesterday
The magic place
Where dreams are born
Where hope is found
To face the storm

10,000 faces
10,000 voices
10,000 heartbeats
… fade away…
10,000 tears
10,000 screams
10,000 goodbyes
10,000 graves

I’ll see them there
Where faith arises
Life of its own
Amidst their prayers
In the magic place
Where dreams are born
Where loved ones lost
Live and breathe

10,000 faces
10,000 voices
10,000 heartbeats
… fade away…
10,000 tears
10,000 screams
10,000 goodbyes
10,000 graves

Singing lips
Folded hands
Bended knees
Please carry me
To that magic place
Where dreams are born
Where demons dread
And angels swarm

Let their voices
Never drift away
Let their faces
Never fade
In that magic place
Where dreams are born
Where demons dread
And angels swarm

Let their voices
Never fade
In that magic place
Where dreams are born


In that magic place

Where dreams are born

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Justice Without Mercy is Tyranny


Chapter 6 of Genesis begins with the costs of man's actions...   the costs of MY actions "...his days shall be a hundred and twenty years..."  Now cut off from the tree of life, man's days upon the earth begin to wither, as a flower wilts when it is plucked from its stem.   What can we do to steadfast once we are severed from that which was meant to sustain us? Our death has come and the verdict is that it shall be slow like a clipped rose in a glass of water.  Science shows us that the cells that make up a man's body begin to wither, wear, tear, and decay from the day he is born...  There is no reversing it...  If Ha-Shem says it then, it is so; the promise shows fruit, be it grim, fruit non the less "... and in the day that you eat from it, you shall surely die..."...  no amount of medication or exercising will change when your time on this Earth is finished! Nothing!...

But that wasn't enough in Ha-Shem's eyes; for like He declared on Mount Sinai to Moses, He declares first here "...  I will destroy man whom I have made..."  Man had fallen so far from the tree that bore him that he corrupted every living thing on the Earth to perversion of the Ha-Shem's design; and ALL had failed their divine design.  We were created to steward over Creation with divine dominion; but instead, we corrupted, perverted, and ruined that which we were to care for.  I kinda picture the Cave of Wonders from Aladdin, and see that 1 little ruby as the forbidden fruit; and trying to take that 1 thing in all the world that was reserved for Ha-Shem alone destroys all of the rest of the wonders that Ha-Shem intended for us to enjoy and be blessed with.  Ha-Shem becomes so repulsed by His creation that he once called "Very Good" that he declares that he will destroy the entirety of the earth and all that is in it.  "Every living thing shall perish!"

But Ha-Shem is gracious and loving and forgiving... and His gaze shifts to Noah who is described as being Just and Perfect...  a man who lived in a time which Ha-Shem is so repulsed by everything that He has created that He chooses to destroy it all.  Just like with Enoch in chapter 5, we are reminded that "walking with God" is still a feat that is within our reach as men; it is still something that men can do more than just dream about.  For it is in our very design; it is the divine scheme behind the blueprints of our existence to be in ha-Shem's presence and share in His marvel and wonder; if we so choose then no abyss, no hight, no expanse can keep His Shekinah from us.  First Enoch, now Noah...   Ha-Shem reminds us He still loves us and longs for us "...But with thee shalt I establish my covenant..."  The Hebrew word here is "B'ryth" or "Bareet"  and it is a Confederacy, Covenant, or League.  it is a deal forged by the passing between 2 pieces of flesh.  The details of this covenant are not mapped out for us to see at this time; but it is forged in passing between 2 pieces of flesh. I can't help but think of communion when i read this.  "...  this is my flesh broken for you ..."  again we have promise here of the Messiah; at least a hint to it...

And again I remember a promise from chapter 5:  "...  Noah, saying the same shall comfort concerning our work and toil ..."  the first hints at the events and aftermath of the flood; before man even had inklings that the Great Deluge would actually happen; within a name a promise was given to allow Ha-Shem to give man mercy in His judgement...   While enduring the very thing that man is given to punish him for eating the fruit of knowledge; he is now given a promise that there will be comfort, there will be release, there will be mercy....  Release will come in the covenant we will forge with Ha-Shem as we walk between the bloodied pieces of flesh that mark us as HIS people, HIS disciples, HIS prophets, HIS vessels of truth onto all creation..

What is Ha-Shem's design for me?  What purpose does the Ha-Shem have in my creation and existence?  What "note" can I play so well that nobody else in all of creation could possibly take my place?  Where is the vine that birthed me?  The vine that sustains me?  The vine that produces from me fruit?

What treasures and trinkets is the Serpent waving in front of my face in attempt to beguile me away from Ha-Shem's design?  I am faced now today as I am everyday with the choice between the tree of life and the tree of knowledge...   which one shall I eat from?  Which fruit am I living my life for?  Does it show to those who innocently pass through my life and never again cross my path? What could I do differently and would it be closer or further from the Ha-Shem's design for me?

Am I walking with Ha-Shem? or man? or alone?  Who or what is driving me onward?  What is the status of my own covenant with Ha-Shem?  Do I drink the blood and eat the flesh idly without realization of what it represents and means?  Am I furthering the corruption of this world or am I correcting it?  Does Ha-Shem count me as one of His own?

Who am I?  What is the name that Ha-Shem has given me?  What does it mean?


If the Scriptures truly are the Breathed Word of Ha-Shem then every element within is His Promise, every element within has His power to sculpt the whole of the world around us, and if we so choose, they have the power to sculpt us as well...