Just Keep Jesus in Heart
It's so important to keep Jesus in heart.
It's important to love the Lord: the one and only one who so many of us have learned to speak of as "Jesus."
So any post that tells of Hebrew history on this blog, isn't meant to take away from His name.
I say that, because it's a very troubling time in our history, when a few Congresswomen don't realize why Israel is as it is, and who actively protest its security — and when, on the other hand, more than a few African-American men are engaged in a movement called the Black Hebrew Israelites.
It's all sad.
More than a few young men are wandering a strange path they believe will lead to Christ, trying to cleave to Old Testament ordinances, and also hoping for the re-birth of Jesus in the flesh. (It's crazy that anyone is feeling that way about the scriptures, at a time when even some of those who have found new life in Jesus for the first time in life, plainly understand that we are all Abraham's children, all the seed of Abraham, through faith alone, through our faith in Christ (Matthew 3:9).
Some, who are believing in the flesh instead of in the Spirit, are changing their birth names, and some are saying "Yeshua" instead of Jesus, not realizing how that worries the grandparents who loved and helped raise them.
Many want to understand how we all must be blood related, and how Yeshua must be key.
They're forgetting how Jesus said those who listened were his mother, father, sister, and brother, while his blood brothers stood away, outside.
And they're not accepting how God told us, through Paul, that we shouldn't worry about brother- and sister-hood in terms of blood relations, but should think in terms of being spiritually brothers and sisters, agreeing in Jesus, even if we understand a little bit about genetic history, just like Paul understood that he had both Roman and Hebrew family ties.
It's so important not to forget, nor to condemn, the family who has raised us, even though we love the Lord more than anything.
It's important to remember our grandparents' faith, and to just call on Jesus.
Our grandparents didn't have to be Bible scholars to have that simple, childlike faith that each and every one of us needs: the kind of faith that knows how to return home to Jesus in our hearts.
Just think:
Our grandparents didn't have to know that the Spanish were among those who helped to translate today's Bible into languages that we all understand.
They didn't have to know how the current spelling of the Lord's name first appeared in the written word. And they didn't have to know that the real name of Bar-jesus (Acts 13:6) was Elymas — but that because Elymas was a sorcerer, translators changed his name to something like Anti-jesus.
Instead, our grandparents had the faith that Jesus says to have. Having the childlike faith that we each need, our grandparents simply called on Jesus.
More than we need close ties to Israel (who some love like we love our grandparents), Jesus is who we need.
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It's important to love the Lord: the one and only one who so many of us have learned to speak of as "Jesus."
So any post that tells of Hebrew history on this blog, isn't meant to take away from His name.
I say that, because it's a very troubling time in our history, when a few Congresswomen don't realize why Israel is as it is, and who actively protest its security — and when, on the other hand, more than a few African-American men are engaged in a movement called the Black Hebrew Israelites.
It's all sad.
More than a few young men are wandering a strange path they believe will lead to Christ, trying to cleave to Old Testament ordinances, and also hoping for the re-birth of Jesus in the flesh. (It's crazy that anyone is feeling that way about the scriptures, at a time when even some of those who have found new life in Jesus for the first time in life, plainly understand that we are all Abraham's children, all the seed of Abraham, through faith alone, through our faith in Christ (Matthew 3:9).
Some, who are believing in the flesh instead of in the Spirit, are changing their birth names, and some are saying "Yeshua" instead of Jesus, not realizing how that worries the grandparents who loved and helped raise them.
Many want to understand how we all must be blood related, and how Yeshua must be key.
They're forgetting how Jesus said those who listened were his mother, father, sister, and brother, while his blood brothers stood away, outside.
And they're not accepting how God told us, through Paul, that we shouldn't worry about brother- and sister-hood in terms of blood relations, but should think in terms of being spiritually brothers and sisters, agreeing in Jesus, even if we understand a little bit about genetic history, just like Paul understood that he had both Roman and Hebrew family ties.
It's so important not to forget, nor to condemn, the family who has raised us, even though we love the Lord more than anything.
It's important to remember our grandparents' faith, and to just call on Jesus.
Our grandparents didn't have to be Bible scholars to have that simple, childlike faith that each and every one of us needs: the kind of faith that knows how to return home to Jesus in our hearts.
Just think:
Our grandparents didn't have to know that the Spanish were among those who helped to translate today's Bible into languages that we all understand.
They didn't have to know how the current spelling of the Lord's name first appeared in the written word. And they didn't have to know that the real name of Bar-jesus (Acts 13:6) was Elymas — but that because Elymas was a sorcerer, translators changed his name to something like Anti-jesus.
Instead, our grandparents had the faith that Jesus says to have. Having the childlike faith that we each need, our grandparents simply called on Jesus.
More than we need close ties to Israel (who some love like we love our grandparents), Jesus is who we need.
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Can you imagine having ice cream with Jesus?
Maybe you should.
Maybe it's easier to know Him that way than through trying to abide by His every letter like taking a test in school!
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