Wednesday, August 22, 2012

At The Crossroads




This is an interesting time to be alive. Things that were absolutes not so very long ago are called into question now .... or even denied! In my own lifetime, I have seen many of these changes; and now I am witness to the questioning, the challenging, the groping for answers that now takes place.

When I was growing up, we believed in God; we prayed; we went to church and we knew that there was judgment after this life, and if love of God didn't keep us on the straight and narrow path, the fear of judgment did. It was only as a working adult that I came to the realization that there were those who just didn't believe. Whether they were raised in homes that were not God-centered or they left the faith for reasons of their own, I don't know. They just didn't want any part of "God".

A few weeks ago, dear Hubby and I were confronted by a mutual acquaintance who started the dialogue with, “I've seen your video bible teachings online. How can you believe such bulls--t?” In the first place, years ago, in polite company, one's beliefs, although they may not have been shared, were respected. Elders and teachers were respected. It was a tough conversation. I must admit that dear Hubby handled it a whole lot better than I did. For the life of me, I cannot understand the aggression ... unless ... they feel threatened by what the bible says. And if they don't believe what the bible says, then why do they feel so threatened if it is of no consequence? So without all the gut-wrenching details, suffice it to say that this acquaintance is searching, but is 'too smart' to be 'hooked' by such drivel.

On the other hand ...

Just today, an acquaintance of mine asked if we could have lunch together. She is a beautiful soul, full of love for our Savior and His Word. She wrestles with what all Believers wrestle with: How to be in and stay in our Father's will; and how to please our Creator / Redeemer / Bridegroom / King. Having been raised in mainstream Christianity, she is having trouble reconciling recent revelations. Cultural norms, familial expectations and other concerns keep presenting road blocks (or at least speed bumps) to embracing the life of a Torah Observant Believer in Y'shua. But, she is knocking and continuing to knock, asking and continuing to ask and seeking and continuing to seek. Coming to this life is a process – two years, at least. It takes time to discard the habits of a lifetime and embrace the teachings of the Word ... like getting the Sabbath on the right day, ditching the pork and shrimp, and celebrating our Creator's feasts and not the ones of our current culture. The two years are an average, of course. The point is it takes a while to overcome the misunderstandings created by linguistic and cultural differences. But it can be done!

So here in a relatively short period of time, dear Hubby and I have been exposed to two very different examples of people at the crossroads. One of the things I learned along the way is that for every 'one' who verbalizes a thought, at least 'ten' were thinking about it. That means that all around us are people who are concerned with thoughts of God, the after-life or about the Heavenly Kingdom, whether they verbalize it or not. This puts a greater onus on those of us who believe the Word to act like it! We have an audience – a judgmental one at that – wherever we go! Do we have to be 'at the ready' to deliver a sermon? Well no, and yes ... as my favorite quote (attributed to St. Francis of Assisi but actually a paraphrase of his teachings) attests: “Always and everywhere, preach the Gospel. If necessary, use words.”

May it be our Father's will to gather the dispersed 'Lost Sheep' back into the fold having them submit to the authority of the One True Shepherd Who is the Way, the Truth and the Life. May He give each aching, hungry heart what it needs to turn to Him. Where illumination of the Word is needed, may the Word have sudden clarity.  Where objections need to be overcome, may the objections evaporate like smoke. May the stony hearts be massaged into hearts of flesh, b'shem Y'shua who paid the price to reconcile us back to the Almighty.

Although we will not fully grasp all the ramifications of faith, we have in the words of Isaiah / Yeshayahu 35 'a clue':

Isa 35:1 The desert and the dry land will be glad; the `Aravah will rejoice and blossom like the lily.
2 It will burst into flower, will rejoice with joy and singing, will be given the glory of the L'vanon, the splendor of Karmel and the Sharon. They will see the glory of YHVH, the splendor of our Elohim.
3 Strengthen your drooping arms, and steady your tottering knees.
4 Say to the fainthearted, "Be strong and unafraid! Here is your Elohim; He will come with vengeance; with Elohim's retribution He will come and save you."
5 Then the eyes of the blind will be opened, and the ears of the deaf will be unstopped;
6 then the lame man will leap like a deer, and the mute person's tongue will sing. For in the desert, springs will burst forth, streams of water in the `Aravah;
7 the sandy mirage will become a pool, the thirsty ground springs of water. The haunts where jackals lie down will become a marsh filled with reeds and papyrus.
8 A highway will be there, a way, called the Way of Holiness. The unclean will not pass over it, but it will be for those whom He guides — fools will not stray along it.
9 No lion or other beast of prey will be there, traveling on it. They will not be found there, but the redeemed will go there.
10 Those ransomed by YHVH will return and come with singing to Tziyon, on their heads will be everlasting joy. They will acquire gladness and joy, while sorrow and sighing will flee.


Shalom b'shem Sar Shalom / Peace in the Name of the Prince of Peace

Yocheved

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Roadtrips and the Traveler's Prayer

My lovely granddaughters


I very seldom get to see my son, my only biological child -- only about once a year or so. He lives 1000 miles away in TX, so every visit is precious. When he called a few weeks ago and asked, “Can you pick me up on July 30th?” it was all I could do to contain my excitement. In my heart, I was already on the way to the airport; but, I had to contain myself for a few more weeks. The days were filled with activities and as his visit approached a bit more cleaning and cooking. You know how it goes ....

Finally, the 30th arrived and we headed towards Orlando to collect him and my two gorgeous granddaughters (ages 6 and 7 ½.) Hubby and I and Gila (our new puppy) loaded in the car and headed south on I-75. Three hours drive and plenty of time to think. This past Shabbat's message was still in my head. This past Parsha, D'varim, (Deuteronomy 1:1 to 3:22) spoke, in part, about just before the Israelites entered the promised Land, they had to rout the Canaanites. Sichon, king of the Emori and Og, king of Bashan stood in the way of the Israelites possessing what they had been promised. Would the Israelites rise to the occasion or would they fail the test? How badly did they want to acquire what they had been promised? We are no different. We face the same challenges daily. How badly do we want to take possession of what we've been promised? Our enemy lulls us to sleep with apathy or distracts us with a substitute for the greatness that has been spoken over us. We are super-conquerors according to the scriptures, but do we give up when the task seems difficult? Do we get diverted by the smoke and mirrors offered by the enemy? The questions facing the Israelites and us is do we have faith in Word; do we have faith in the promise; and are we willing to be obedient? Lots of people believe in God, the real question is, Do they believe God? Huge difference!

The enemy had put up roadblocks to my joy on this occasion too. The week before meeting up with my Son and Grand-girls included a trip to the dentist for a difficult extraction (who knew that the root of the canine/eye tooth went up to the eyeball ... or so it seemed!!). I came home and while putting something in the cupboard a can of black beans fell out and hit me in the face ... in just about the same place. OWW!! (Don't worry, I got even. I ate them!!) A few days before, someone in the mishpokha had spoken unkindly which saddened me; Hubby and I had quarreled which left me smoldering; and work and projects seemed to multiply in the dark and that feeling of being overwhelmed was starting to take hold. “BUT WAIT!! There's More!” as the infomercials say. The deal is, I know Who I believe in. He has promised to love me and take care of me. I have been promised the peace that passes all understanding. The only time I don't have that peace is when I-I-I-I-I lay it down!

So to occupy my time while I rode the three hours to Orlando (also, to ignore driving rain and the ballet dance of lane-changing that the semi-trucks seem to find so amusing) I got out my tablet and kept myself busy working on this blog. I got a substantial amount done and ... I hit the save button. It all disappeared. The original of this blog and all the other documents I had in the que were gone. I searched the file manager. Gone. I searched the SD card. Gone. All that was left was the documents that had been uploaded to “Dropbox”. I considered crying. Nope. That just leaves me with fat lips, red eyes and a stuffy nose. Again, the basics of the book “The Garden of Emuna” came to mind: Everything happens for a reason. “Must have been something in that blog Abba YHVH didn't want me to say.” I told Hubby. Hubby, to his eternal credit, was quiet. No “could-a, should-a or would-as” crossed his lips. We were close to Orlando; I put my tablet away and let out a deep sigh.

A few minutes later there was jumping and bouncing around the car as we reunited with my family. Only Gila, who at 8 months old has only been with Hubby and I, was not elated to see Son and Granddaughters. She warily stared at them and trembled like a leaf during a hurricane. We stuffed the luggage and balloons into the trunk. Once we were back in the car, Gila laid down next to my leg and slept all the way home. I drove --

The visit was so short, just 2 days! But I am ever so grateful for the time we had together. We went to the natural history museum, the butterfly pavilion and drove around showing the Grand-girls the sites of our personal history. We had pizza; we had ice cream. We watched “Lion King” .... again. My grand-girlies got massages from Grandma. They brought me baby frogs. (Ewww!) We spoiled each other rotten. It was glorious!!

Then, this morning came. I lavished one more indulgence on them: pancakes ... with whipped cream. And the 6 of us (counting Gila) piled in the car to make the return trip to Orlando. Again, the semi-truck ballet and the driving rain. Again, the Traveler's Prayer:

May it be your will YHVH our El and El of our forefathers, that You lead us toward peace, emplace our footsteps toward peace and guide us toward peace and make us reach our desired destination for life, gladness and peace and return us to our homes in peace. May You rescue us from the hand of every foe, ambush, (bandits and evil animals) along the way, and from all manner of punishments that assemble to come to earth. May You send blessing on all the works of our hands and grant us grace, kindness and mercy in Your eyes and in the eyes of all who see us. May You hear the sound of our supplication, because You are the Elohim Who hears prayer and supplications. Blessed are You, YHVH, who hears prayer (and I add) Through Y'shua our Messiah who is the Way back to You. Amein.

Ambush ... an interesting word. Evil animals ... surely, not in this day and age. Hmmm.

Hubby and Gila and I took the long way home, taking back roads and stopping for lunch at Chic-fil-a. The lines were long, but the service was excellent and everybody was in high spirits. We ate in the car and enjoyed every bite.  Celebrating freedom of speech is delicious!

Around 4 pm, when I realized I hadn't heard from my son, I sent the following text (His responses are preceded by an asterisk * ; mine by a dash - ).

  •       - Hola'! Hope all is well. Just wanted to check on you. Love you.
  • * We are stuck in the airplane on the tarmac. Luckily S fell asleep and O is playing her video game.
  • - OMG ... What a homecoming! YHVH be with you. Big hugs.
  • * Update at 4:25 pm ET: At a briefing, San Antonio's police chief said a caller reported three vehicles in the lower level of a parking garage contained explosives. Bomb sniffing dogs 'got three positive hits for possible explosives on three separate vehicles/” The male caller also made “non-specific threats” for both terminals. Police are trying to trace the call.
  • - Scary. Our feeling is that this may be a terrorist's test run or diversion (for a different target)
  • * No, this is real. There are about 15 planes waiting. They just brought ice. S is still asleep.
  • - Let me know when they release your plane.
  • * (at 6:15) OK, we were let out. Getting out of the airport is the challenge now.

Ambush! Who would have thought that the word would be so appropriate? Evil animals. What other description could apply?

I am indeed grateful that my Creator / Redeemer / Bridegroom / King saw fit to answer my prayers so positively. I'm even grateful that the tablet “ate my homework.”  The story wasn't finished when I wrote that version! I am so happy to have this opportunity to praise my Father! He is indeed great, and greatly to be praised! My Son and Granddaughters are safe and the enemy is defeated again. Praise Yah!!

May your travels on this sod be filled with peace.

Shalom b'shem Sar Shalom – Peace in the Name of the Prince of Peace --

Yocheved