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Dreams of Middle Earth: What might have been…

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You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.

I woke early at the sound of the morning bell; the days are beautiful and fair in Rivendell. Here, except for the wisdom of the ages shared with us in the stories of Arda and Middle-earth, one would think—unwisely so—that the whole world is as fair and beautiful as life is here in Rivendell…

I am Thenidiel daughter of Voronwé and Idhrenniel. I am Elven, and today in Rivendell a council is convening within the hour. My father and my mother will attend as witnesses to the discussions and decisions. My father Voronwé has thought it wise that I should listen and observe, for this council will be like no other ever called by my elders. This will be a very grave and secret council—a council which will decide a mission and consider its emissaries. Their charge will be to destroy something of immeasurable and terrible power over every living soul in Middle-earth…

Of my Elven race officiating and deliberating at the council were Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel, wise staff of Elrond’s house; Legolas, son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood, and Galdor messenger of Cirdan. The envoys among men were two: Boromir son of Denethor, steward of Gondor, and Aragorn known to men and Halflings as Strider of the Rangers. Of the Dwarves present were Gloin, seeking the whereabouts of his brother Balin who had been in the mines of Moria; and Gimli, warrior son of Gloin. Gandalf the wise of the Maiar informed all present of the danger to Middle-earth in Saruman’s treachery. Ambassadors of the Halflings of The Shire were Bilbo Baggins and his adopted nephew Frodo Baggins. I saw another there, crouching in the shadows, observing all that was undertaken in the council. My soul learned immediately that his heart was burdened for the welfare of another. I followed his gaze and saw that, from his shadowy corner, it was fixed on the Halfling with shining eyes, dark of hair and fair of countenance. As my own gaze rested upon him, Master Frodo Baggins, I was immediately drawn to him; for he carries a burden so great I can feel it in my own being. He looked up for a moment, seeming to know that the eyes and the heart of someone were watching vigilantly, standing guard for him. When he noticed me standing quietly watching all the renowned guests being welcomed by Elrond and his court, I saw into the depths of his soul and all his longings. His eyes did not drift away from my gaze; we were locked in an ethereal embrace for what seemed an eternity. I saw his heart and shared mine with him for that one moment, both of us sealing a covenant to meet again before the company was dispatched to the duties ordained by the council…

 I listened and watched the story unfold before me, although it seemed as if I had already known it from long ago. I felt the weight of the fear of the power of this object should it be used in the hands of the adversaries of Eru Iluvatar. That was the ancient rebellion of ages past, mocking Iluvatar’s beauty and the lyrical music of His Ainur. One must go and destroy the power of the adversary Morgoth and his vassal Sauron. That one must bear the terrible burden of the Ring to the rim of hell, the Mount of Doom; there he must part with the terrible thing with all its temptations to be subject to its power, and resisting all, must cast it into the fires of Mount Doom to be consumed by the very fires and darkness from which it was created. Other valiant Men and Elves of ages past were entrusted with this task and were eaten alive by the lure of the powers they thought they would possess in the keeping of this fragment of hate and blasphemy against Eru Iluvatar. In one age, after the ring was long forgotten, a Halfling, Deagol by name, who loved to fish in the rivers of the Shire, captured it by accident on the end of his fishing line. His friend Smeagol was jealous for the shiny trinket, and in his jealousy murdered Deagol, hid his body, and doted upon the precious thing, discovering its powers to make him seem superior to all around him. It ate him alive, driving him into the depths of the earth to shelter it and guard it from being taken from him, only earning for himself the name of Gollum; for Smeagol had become a gulping, grasping creature doomed to a deviant and tortured life of wicked treachery, always fighting down the once noble thread from which he was originally woven. Master Bilbo Baggins had seized the thing from Gollum’s grasp in his encounter with him in the caves on the way to Erebor. Bilbo’s part in that mission was to help the Dwarves regain their rightful home and treasures taken from them by the dragon Smaug when he destroyed Laketown and captured Erebor for his own malevolent residence.

Hours passed as I waited to see how the council would rule. Finally, all agreed that one must go, but the question remained, “Who will go?” When the midday bell rang for the meal, the fair one with raven hair and shining eyes spoke, saying, “I will go.” It was then I knew he must have a helper, someone who would give him hope and courage to live when all the evil of Mordor stalked him to prevent his chosen task. How would I persuade my father to give my hand to Frodo in marriage when he appeared to be a mere Halfling and beneath the Elven race? I have lived long in Rivendell in this world of Middle-earth, but never have I seen one which so captivates my own soul. He appears young and yet has a bearing as old as Rivendell itself. I knew before the council did that his companion in the shadows would go with him to bear Frodo up when his body weakens from the weight of the burden and the assaults contrived against him by the emissaries of Sauron. But he would need the songs of truth and faith to resonate in his mind and heart—songs my soul entwined with his would sing to him across the distances on the cold stoney mountain passages, in the deep tangles of the woods, across the open plains under the predatory gaze of the eye of Sauron and his minions. He must have a home for his soul where it may rest and draw him back from the contest which will restore peace to the world of Middle earth. I want to be that home for his soul; it is to this hour I was born. I was to learn very soon how inseparable two souls can make a mark on the events in the world…

 At the afternoon meal, he came to talk with me, the one whose soul now was entwined with mine. We needed no long words, for every bit of our lives seemed knowable to one another without them. He knew my own desire and shared it, but with hesitation to bind me to the mortal life and then to wait while he fulfilled the duty he had vowed. As I gazed steadily and passionately into his shining eyes, I told him that the matter of my mortality is mine to decide, knowing completely its blessings and its consequences. I explained to him in earnest that for me waiting would not be as it would be for a Halfling wife. I would tell this to my father and my mother. I would tell them that my heart and my soul would always be following him, knowing things of his trials which only an Elven wife could know. I would persuade them that my songs of healing would come to Frodo in times of his deepest trouble, and still my own life would be safe from the eye of Sauron. These would be dreams no palantir, no seeing stone, could invade or snatch away from us…these would be silver threads of truth and faith and undying love, keeping Frodo’s heart safe from deception and despair…and he, with Samwise, would prevail; he would come home…we would face life in Middle-earth inseparably. We would give our dear ones another generation of offspring who know truth and honor and love. I would persuade my mother and my father to neither deny us this purpose nor deny themselves the joy of its fulfillment…

 As quickly as our meeting began it was over. Frodo’s heart was full of longing, and he vowed another vow. He took my hand in his and in his steady, shining eyes I saw the burden which he carried lift. His countenance shown as brightly and lovely as any Elven son. Almost breathlessly, and full of tenderness, he whispered that he would take me as his wife if I persuaded my mother and my father of the blessing our union would bring…

 We looked up and saw the thoughtful Gandalf sitting across the courtyard from us; Samwise was nearby, having been exposed as a secret observer to the council, driven by his friendship with Frodo to learn of the matters which would touch his friend’s life. Both were watching with a mixture of curiosity and some wonderment. My own mission had now begun; at the recess of this council, I would be seeking a council with my elders, a Maiar and a Halfling to cast the vision shared by Frodo, the valiant Halfling and an Elven daughter of wisdom and healing…

…An excursion into “The Fellowship of The Ring”

Clearing the deck…

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What’s messier right now — your bedroom or you computer’s desktop (or your favorite device’s home screen)? Tell us how and why it got to that state.

Funny you should ask. Very timely…

My blogging efforts for the past week or so have abandoned the laundry basket and the little heaps of papers and resources I have kept digging about to consult. The piles on my work space at my computer have kept growing, spilling over to other places in my blogging/crafting studio and beginning to form other towers of neglected matter. All the while in the back of this mind which prefers order, I have made mental notes of warning to prioritize managing them. Even as I write there is a load of laundry in the washer waiting to be moved to the dryer to make way for the next load to wash…

Don’t think I am blaming this wonderful activity of writing for my derelict behavior to put things where they belong and take a maintenance break. It’s all my procrastinating fault. Somehow, stopping in the middle of a cogent thought worthy of blogging to sort through my little messes is too unsettling; it’s disturbing, in fact. I regard the demand to keep everything neat as a pin as an unwelcome and rude intrusion on my thoughts at a time in my life when I feel it is far more important to communicate and engage others than to excel at neatness…

Pat-officeBut there is a limit. At some point the mess becomes an impediment to my ability to think and to work; it’s like loud, cacophonous noise. My little grey cells are allergic to confusion and chaos and their “flight or fight” response to these adversaries of thought  is always “flight.”

Almost instinctively, considering I might be accountable to others this morning for my neglect, I put my hands to work to sort through the accumulation to file and discard; to sort the laundry and order it for the day between my errands and blogs entries…

Now it’s time for breakfast. My little grey cells are going to go get fed–in an orderly kitchen… 🙂

May all my reading friends out there in the big wide world find a bit of order in all the messiness of this world. Blessings all around.

Grist for the blog mill for another month…

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Writing what is going on in my head is not as easy as thinking about it. I have not been one to easily come up with a nicely ordered commentary on any given subject when it is something of a compulsory exercise. While my life in general is more ordered, my musings and ponderings are not–I “color outside the lines” in my head. This is not to say that I shun discipline; I actually gravitate toward it, because I know that the only way to use all that rolls around in this head of mine is to subject it to some studied scrutiny and consider how to make it constructive for others who may be wrestling with or laughing about similar facets of life on this planet.

Having said that, by way of a procrastinator’s introduction, the next 30 days present a myriad of things about which I know I will probably be expressing encouragement, praise and testimony.

Finishing my series on Camping with God in the wilderness: two more posts

A linked follow-up on another blog friend’s post about her “Where were you on October 2, 1998?”

The flu shot… (hope it’s only one post) :-/

The 50,000 mile pre-winter car service experience…

The sisterhood of the travelling prayer shawl project…

Waterproofing and foundation inspection of our condo experience…This may make for several posts. I can anticipate the fodder coming out of this experience, ranging from dealing with the mud heaps outside our windows to all the unexpected and interesting challenges…

Shorter days, longer nights…

The patio gardener series: getting ready for winter…

Worshipping God in two liturgical circles: another feature in my “Treasures both new and old” category

Possibly some insights coming out of my journals with my Bible study group

Aging without shame: Finishing well… A new category… That’s fodder for a bunch of continuing posts…

I’m mulling the possibility of a video blog just for fun. I’m open to ideas for that…as one of my blog friends says, a bit of sass and a lot of class… maybe a flashback to my first dance lesson, or my first piano recital 🙂

I want to get some music into my blogs, too. There are themes in music which trigger verbal expression…

That’s enough thinking ahead for now. I want to leave room for something more spontaneous or follow-ups  follow up on other friend’s posted topics…

Blessings to every blogger out there in this big wide world today. It’s time for breakfast and spending time with my very patient husband…

Thoughts on the sacrifices at the Feast of Tabernacles Part 2

As I was reflecting on the great cloud and weight of the sacrifices attendant to the celebration of the Feast of Tabernacles, I could not help being impressed with the odors and the aromas which must also have emanated from the sacrificial altar. The message of the need for atonement in such a bloody, fiery way is hard to speak if one is in any way reluctant to be an offense to others. Nonetheless, the message of atonement for sin is urgently important, even if it grates upon people’s feelings of esteem for their good qualities and works. The Word of the Lord which emerged as I wondered how others might react to this portion of my blog on the Feast of Tabernacles was graphic…

2 Corinthians 2-15&16

I realize that to some the fragrance of the sacrifice of Messiah Jesus will be the sweet aroma of LIFE.  For others, the odor of the sacrifice of Messiah Jesus will only be the stench of death…

May all the readers out there in the big wide world of blogging be able to see the great mercy of a holy God and the joy of Messiah Jesus’ sacrifice which permeates our need for atonement with the sweetness of His finished work on our behalf…

The next segment on the Feast of Tabernacles speaks of the elements of water, light, and peace in the celebration. Hope you will visit again… BLESSINGS ALL AROUND…

 

A musical meditation on the Feast of Tabernacles – Part 2: The Offerings…

Musical meditation at the Feast of Tabernacles…

Sharing a treasure I have enjoyed for many years…

Blessings to you at this glorious season! ❤

A verbal interlude… (or write, already!)

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It has been a day or two since I last posted. I was not feeling well that day and posted my experience of strengthening by trusting the Lord for His strength. In the interlude between that day and this one, I have been studying my writings on the Feast of Tabernacles. I have been wanting to post the edited and refined content that would fit well with the Word Press formatting. That has occupied a good measure of my writing time the past two days. I am glad to say that, as I am reviewing what I had recorded so many years ago on the subject, is touching me again in new ways. I look at things I have written from so long ago and wonder who wrote it? I cannot believe these things came out of this person’s being. After all, I am only a housewife, although a fairly well-read housewife, and one having had an extraordinary measure of time to deeply delve into Scriptural history. I used it all for many years in the education of children and their families in my Messianic congregation and also in my non-denominational Christian church settings…

(I am not looking at my feet or twirling my hair and staring out the window on this exercise…)

So I thought it would be nice to merge some of the facets of the lesson materials I wrote for the classroom and some other commentaries which I wrote for a discipleship manual to help new Jewish Christians understand that they are still Jewish believing in Jesus…

As I sit here, trying to meet the quota of 400 words for this exercise, I am reminded how easily my words flowed to the paper when I was writing these lessons on the Feasts. There is a certain excitement and joy at the realization of how marvelous it is to enjoy a feast which honors and magnifies the beauty, grace, authority and majesty of God, especially through His provision of feasts which fit perfectly into the seasons of the year–at least in the Northern Hemisphere. Add to that the shadows of the Messiah so richly planted in each of the feasts, and the historical fulfillment of them–save one–in Messiah Jesus, and you have the fuel which drives a heart in love with God to type as fast as she can on the blank page for hours and hours. (Believe me, my husband knows.)

So, fellow journalists, whatever is prompting and provoking you to share your thoughts, remember that there are people out here who are hungry for encouragement in a world that cannot get enough of it. Hopefully, my words here–random as they are–will encourage somebody among you. Stay tuned for more “Treasures both new and old” and another installment covering the Autumn Holydays. The next one will give an overview of the Feast of Tabernacles (Sukkot).

 

In the strength of the Lord…

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I woke this morning not feeling well–not feeling well at all. My entire night was a series of brief sleep periods interrupted by pain which I began experiencing earlier in the evening. I cannot put my finger on any one thing which might have triggered the pain which was accompanied by a persistent, but low-grade queasiness and a general feeling of un-wellness. I suspected that my thorn in the flesh, aka chronic fatigue syndrome, has reared its ugly head after a relatively long period of remission. Diagnosed with this, my own private adversary, nearly 30 years ago, I am no stranger to its devious tactics, attacking at the most unsuspecting times. It’s fickle; it retreats for awhile, lulling a “type A” into shifting recklessly into high gear. It blindsides when it re-emerges, wreaking havoc on all the momentum gained during its retreat, and somehow manages to confuse its victim about its visitation when the collection of its tools of torture begins its work of eroding both body and soul. It wrenches all the motivation and strength out of its victims, leaving them caught on a wicked tightrope between illness and wellness–it can go either way at any time…

Facing the day caught in a body tormented by the weakness and uncertainty about whether I was going to function at any level or simply cling to my bed was not my idea of a good morning. Had I not spent time praying in the night during those intermittent wakeful times between sleep, I would have missed God’s answer to my prayers when I felt His prodding to take courage and make a start this morning. Just enough of His strength to move my reluctant body out of the bed, planting my feet squarely on the floor and take the first step…

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Hot tea! That was my first thought upon discovering I could move without pain, although the queasiness was still stalking me. Thanks to my husband’s own eagerness for morning tea, I heard the comforting, merciful whistle of the kettle beckoning me to come and find therapy in the steamy, mellow blend brewing in my mug. I couldn’t help thanking God for so simple and basic mercy as the hot tea… And as I sipped and savored it, feeling the warmth flow through my aching being, I realized that I could take the next step, as God wooed me to trust His strength. I found I could stomach some toast with the tea; it did not turn to pain as I feared it might… Then I discovered I could consider putting on my jeans and working quietly for just a little while in my garden. God blessed me with the help of my husband, who, suffering with his own chronic pain and weakness, set a goal which we both could manage in the strength of the Lord…

Onward we went together, the Lord and I, a step at a time, throughout the day–a little bit of work and time to rest; no thoughts of retreat into my bed. My heart was encouraged by the triumphs of God’s presence, help and strength in my weakness; He won the victory for me over my inclination to hide, waiting and hoping for a painless day before I would walk with Him…

This evening, my thoughts don’t come so easily as I exercise my brain to put words to this day’s tender mercies. Nevertheless, I sense the presence and strength of the Lord to simply add a description of this moment in my life to the journals of the many lives in this community of writers. Someone out there is feeling weak in a world that has no patience with weakness. May my weakness entrusted to the strength of the Lord encourage someone among my readers who needs The Strength that the world cannot supply nor can the inner self summon.

I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD… –Psalm 71.16a

Yom Kippur Revisited

Yom Kippur/The Day of Atonement

SCRIPTURE

Leviticus 23:27-32 says that Yom Kippur follows the Feast of Trumpets on the tenth day of the Hebrew month of Tishrei.  Yom Kippur is the Hebrew for “Day of Atonement.”  After its observance, there are four days of preparation for the next festival beginning on the 15th day of Tishrei.

Leviticus 23:27-32 appoints for Israel a national day of “afflicting your souls,” person by person, family by family.  Leviticus 16 outlines the labors of the high priest on that day.  His work is solemn and bloody as he pours out the lifeblood of innocent animals to cleanse the Most Holy Place of the defilement his sins and Israel’s sins have brought there. He must put off the splendid priestly garments he wears at all other times and become humbled before God.   The entire 24-hours is ablaze with the unrelenting fire of burnt offerings on the altar of sacrifice.  A young bull, seven lambs and one ram follow the lamb which burns on the altar in the morning (Numbers 28:4-8; 29:7-11).  The high priest trembles as he enters the Most Holy Place with the smoking scented coals from the altar of sacrifice.  If his sins and the sins of his people have reached this holiest of sanctuaries, have they reached the Heaven of heavens?  Is the cloud sufficient to shield him from the judging gaze of a holy God?  Were the bullock and the goat whose blood he must sprinkle at the mercy seat truly unblemished?  Is seven times enough for all the iniquity in Israel?  Will this blood save Israel from receiving punishment seven-fold?  Mercy would be a blessing at this moment.  The outer courtyards are empty now; no one was permitted in the courts of the Tabernacle or the Temple while he labored alone before the God of Israel.  They were waiting for him, reassured only by the sound of the bells on his hem as he moved about in the Most Holy Place.  Would he live to discharge the live goat bearing the sins of Israel far from the gaze of God?   As he returns from the Holy of Holies, he hears the collective gasp of relief rise from those who wait in hope outside.  The live goat is led away to a wilderness reserved for the spirits of the damned, from which the goat would never return.  The goat’s destination is insured by sending the most reliable servant available to attend it.  His labors not yet complete, the high priest bathes, changes his garments, and prepares the ram to be the burnt offering for himself, his sons, and for all the people (Leviticus 16:24).  This burnt offering is then followed with the regular evening burnt offering, and the high priest is then relieved by another.

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Scripture calls this a feast?  Not a very festive picture, fasting and contemplating one’s sin.  Add to that the gruesome spectacle of blood and fire and smoke, and the scene becomes macabre.  Appearances are deceiving in this case.  Anyone who thinks upon the character and being of God, His holiness and gracious provision for the Covenant with Him, understands that Yom Kippur is not intended to be bitterly, uncomfortingly grievous.  Sin, however, is grievous because it separates people from knowing the God of all joy.  The thought of separation from God ought to plague our souls with grief.   Nevertheless, while we are making unflattering, unpleasant discoveries about our being and character, yielding to God’s search for things that destroy the deep pleasure of relationship with Him is a true–if pungent–feast for the soul.  The more we acquire a taste for God’s extraordinary character, the more often and eagerly our soul will pant for the strong savor of Yom Kippur.  Mingled with the bitter tears of our self-exposure and confession, God offers the “Main Course” of His Holy Covenant: reconciliation through the blood of His appointed atoning sacrifice, offered by the priestly mediator of His ordination.  If we perform 612 mitzvot and neglect this one, we are guilty of sin in all the other 612.  The mitzvot are holy, but we are not holy.  Our mere performance of them does not change our character of unholiness in the gaze of a holy God.  God alone is holy.  He has given this “feast” to the unholy as THE WAY to reconcile them to Him.  There is no other way, for God has said:  “…it is the blood that makes atonement for the soul” (Leviticus 17:11).

TRADITION

Without the Temple, Israel languishes without the altar of sacrifice, without the atoning blood. Without the Temple and its Scriptural sacrifices, rabbis impose innovations on the feast insisting that the red blood cells each man prevents by his fasting and his good deeds will serve as atonement for his own iniquity.

Another tradition on Yom Kippur is Kol Nidre.  Kol Nidre is the Hebrew term meaning all vows.  This traditional prayer which annuls all vows taken by the Jewish people, appears to have been introduced by a prominent rabbi in Babylonia during the eighth century C.E. (Christian/Common Era).  The prayer ushers in Yom Kippur.  Just before sunset on Tishrei 9, in synagogues worldwide, and while Torah is lifted for all to see, the cantor begins the antiphonal prayer:

“All vows, obligations, oaths, anathemas, be they called konam or konas or by any other name, which we may vow or swear or pledge…from this Day of Atonement until the next…we do repent.  May they be deemed to be forgiven, absolved, annulled or void–and made of no effect.  They shall not bind us nor have power over us [and the vows shall not be considered vows nor the obligations obligatory, nor the oaths oaths.”

Rabbis who understand God’s view of the keeping of vows regarded the tradition as unscriptural and, therefore, unorthodox.  The custom grew in acceptance during the eighth and ninth centuries while the emperor Charlemagne was forcing oaths upon Jews in the courts through brutality and torture.  Later, during the 13th century and onward, Christian vows were forcibly imposed upon the Jewish people under the brutality of the Inquisition.  Christians who understand God’s view of the taking and keeping of vows recognize such coercion as unscriptural and, therefore, unorthodox.  Rabbis permitted the dispensation of Kol Nidre arguing that the vow involves the conscience of the one who vows alone, and not any other involved.  God alone knows the mind of a man.  They reasoned that God could absolve a man of the responsibility of a vow of conscience made to God–especially under duress; but a promise made to another man must be fulfilled.  The recitation of Kol Nidre alone was offered as the mitzvah by which a man could be absolved of a vow of conscience.  This bloodless “sacrifice” offered by the lips of a sinful man, then, became the reconciliation for a Jew coerced into claiming faith in Messiah Jesus.  For a Jew caught “between the Devil and the deep blue sea,” Kol Nidre became the “grace” at Yom Kippur to renounce his Christian “confusion” and be reconciled to a Judaism with no Temple and no Scriptural Atonement.

Just a thought…Perhaps the words of the prayer of Kol Nidre could be valuable for a Jew whose heart desired to break free of the coercions of priest and rabbi in order to pursue the truth of Messiah’s identity in the Scriptures…

THE SPIRIT OF GOD

For disciples of Messiah Jesus—whether Jewish or non-Jewish—Yom Kippur carries with it the weight of the glory of a holy God. We are reminded of our sin and rebellion against God and our offenses against our neighbors. Perhaps the prayer of Daniel the prophet would be a more fitting observance on Yom Kippur for the disciple of Messiah Jesus:

And I prayed to the Lord my God, and made confession, and said, “O Lord, great and awesome God, who keeps His covenant and mercy with those who love Him, and with those who keep His commandments, we have sinned and committed iniquity, we have done wickedly and rebelled, even by departing from Your precepts and Your judgments. Neither have we heeded Your servants the prophets, who spoke in Your name to our kings and our princes, to our fathers and all the people of the land. O Lord, righteousness belongs to You, but to us shame of face, as it is this day—to the men of Judah, to the inhabitants of Jerusalem and all Israel, those near and those far off in all the danielpraying2countries to which You have driven them, because of the unfaithfulness which they have committed against You. O Lord, to us belongs shame of face, to our kings, our princes, and our fathers, because we have sinned against You. To the Lord our God belong mercy and forgiveness, though we have rebelled against Him. We have not obeyed the voice of the Lord our God, to walk in His laws, which He set before us by His servants the prophets. Yes, all Israel has transgressed Your law, and has departed so as not to obey Your voice; therefore the curse and the oath written in the Law of Moses the servant of God have been poured out on us, because we have sinned against Him. And He has confirmed His words, which He spoke against us and against our judges who judged us, by bringing upon us a great disaster; for under the whole heaven such has never been done as what has been done to Jerusalem. As it is written in the Law of Moses, all this disaster has come upon us; yet we have not made our prayer before the Lord our God, that we might turn from our iniquities and understand Your truth. Therefore the Lord has kept the disaster in mind, and brought it upon us; for the Lord our God is righteous in all the works which He does, though we have not obeyed His voice. And now, O Lord our God, who brought Your people out of the land of Egypt with a mighty hand, and made Yourself a name, as it is this day—we have sinned, we have done wickedly! O Lord, according to all Your righteousness, I pray, let Your anger and Your fury be turned away from Your city Jerusalem, Your holy mountain; because for our sins, and for the iniquities of our fathers, Jerusalem and Your people are a reproach to all those around us. Now therefore, our God, hear the prayer of Your servant, and his supplications, and for the Lord’s sake cause Your face to shine on Your sanctuary, which is desolate. O my God, incline Your ear and hear; open Your eyes and see our desolations, and the city which is called by Your name; for we do not present our supplications before You because of our righteous deeds, but because of Your great mercies. O Lord, hear! O Lord, forgive! O Lord, listen and act! Do not delay for Your own sake, my God, for Your city and Your people are called by Your name.  –Daniel 9.4-19

For disciples of Messiah Jesus—whether Jewish or non-Jewish—Yom Kippur carries with it the sweetness of Yeshua’s Great Atonement.  While we submit to the searching gaze of the Spirit of God, we enjoy the counsel of the Spirit of God who testifies:

“Messiah has appeared once for all at the end of the ages to do away with sin by the sacrifice of Himself” –Hebrews 9:26.

“Messiah came as High Priest of the good things to come, with the greater and more perfect tabernacle not made with hands, that is, not of this creation. Not with the blood of goats and calves, but with His own blood He entered the Most Holy Place once for all, having obtained eternal redemption. For if the blood of bulls and goats and the ashes of a heifer, sprinkling the unclean, sanctifies for the purifying of the flesh, how much more shall the blood of Messiah, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself with His own blood, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God? And for this reason He is the Mediator of the New Covenant, by means of death, for the atonement of the transgressions under the first covenant that those who are called may receive the promise of the eternal inheritance” –Hebrews 9:11-15.

“There is now, therefore, no condemnation for those who are in Messiah Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Holy Spirit”Romans 8:1.

ChristTheKing3For the believer in Messiah Jesus—whether Jewish or non-Jewish—Yom Kippur is personally fulfilled in Yeshua’s atoning sacrifice offered at the Passover in the year when Herod Antipas was tetrarch of Judea and Caiaphas was the high priest of the Temple, under the dominion of Roman occupation. The prophet Isaiah foretold and the record of history documents Yeshua’s death, burial, resurrection and ascension to glory (Isaiah 52.12-53.12).

Israel will enjoy her national atonement when she recognizes her Lamb on that final Yom Kippur to come (Isaiah 66.7-10; Zechariah 12.10-14).  We who know the terror of that final Yom Teruah to come ought to persuade our Jewish dear ones of Messiah’s Great Atonement:  that they might know LIFE in Yeshua!

“Pray for the peace of Jerusalem; ‘May they prosper who love you’.” –Psalm 122.6

High Holydays—A Season of Remembrance, Awe and Rejoicing, from DISCIPLING THE MESSIANIC BELIEVER, first edition pp. 389-395, copyright 1991, 1995, 2003, Patricia Stachew, Stillwaters Publications, Reston, VA. All rights reserved.

Where my treasure is…

…thinking and meditating upon the Scripture, traditions, and the Spirit of God in the Autumn Holydays. October 4 marked the climax of the ten Days of Awe and Remembrance which began on The Feast of Trumpets, September 24 at sundown. The Feast of Trumpets is the Biblical name for what has become popularly knowntrumpets stained glass 3 as Rosh Hashanah or The Jewish New Year. The 10th Day of Awe is The Day of Atonement…

I will not elaborate on any of these here. My meditations on these things have saturated all other musings for the days remaining in this Autumn Holyday season; and so, the meditations of my heart and the words which usher forth in the days ahead will be focused on this best of treasures…

…for encouragement for the hungry hearted in times like these, for praise to the God who has loved me from eternity past, and for testimony of the LIFE of Messiah Jesus changing mine from glory to glory…

Listen to the sound of the shofar (ram’s horn/trumpet):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8t1r2DSxsg

The hour has come for you to wake up from your slumber, because…[Yeshua] is nearer now than when we first believed. –Romans 13.11

Almighty and everlasting God, You are always more ready to hear than we to pray, and to give more than we either desire or deserve: Pour upon us the abundance of Your mercy, forgiving us those things of which our conscience is afraid, and giving us those good things for which we  are not worthy to ask, except through the merits and mediation of Messiah Jesus* our Savior; who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever**. Amen. –from the Book of Common Prayer, p. 234, Proper 22 (*Jesus Christ; **for ever and ever)

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