#the tree of life fellowship of yahweh

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Proofs of the VB of Jesus - 2:- Why the Angel gave the name "YahShua"? F... Proofs of the VB of Jesus - 2:- Why the Angel gave the name "YahShua"? First Proof Son of Yahweh. https://youtu.be/kV7dmMcuu40 Here is the article on Hajj for Peaceful Living as the Sons of Man:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/faithfat.pdf Also, here it would be important to mention that circumcision is the tribal mark of Abraham to his Real son Isaac and not to Ishmael or the Gentiles. But the Temple Priests started to increase the number of Jews outwardly through circumcision whether you are a son of Isaac or not – Gen 17 is highly corrupted. Angel Stephen, the first Administrator of the Church of God baptised the Jewish men of age in the name of Abraham as John, the Baptist, pointed out this malpractice of circumcising the Gentiles but the Temple Priests/Rabbis did not want to close down their business. Rabbis used to go long distances to catch prey and then they would put a millstone of rituals around his neck that they could not carry. So, you can see the corruption in Judaism who wanted to make Gentiles Jews through the rituals outwardly of appearances and not inwardly of heart. Today, the circumcised Mohammedans, the fake sons of Isaac/Abraham created by them in the Mosques, are going to kill them. Thus, you cannot blame a third person but yourself. Second coming of Jesus, Satguru = Christ Nanak Says; ”DADA DOSS NA DEEJIYE; DOSS KARMI APNIAN (Do not blame a third person). JO MAE KIYA; SO MAE PAYA; DOSS NAA DI JIYAE AWAR JINNAH (Whatever I did sow, the same I have harvested. So, you cannot blame a third person)”. Here is a link, why John, the Baptist called the Temple Priests, the Brood of Vipers?:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/vipers.htm In Jesus, we have been moved from the brick-built Synagogues made by human hands for the Rabbi, a Priest of Moses or a moral teacher of the moral laws of Moses Matt 13v52, to the individual Temples of God made by the Lord of Nature Yahweh, the Potter where the Christ, our Royal Priest, the Innerman, greater than John, the Baptist, Prophet Elijah (my god is Yahweh), is sitting in our hearts that leads our life to Salvation, the resurrection, through Preaching the Gospel called Drinking the Blood of Christ. Thus, with Christ in our hearts, we are solitary and capable of seeking the Narrow Gate and entering into the Royal Vineyard of our Father where the True Vine Christ Jesus has been Planted by our Father for us, the Virgin Brides, to Graft to have our Daily Bread of Life, the Juicy Flesh of Jesus. This Royal Vineyard has a Narrow and low Gate for the solitary and through the grace of our Father, you find this Gate and enter. In Jesus, we have the Fellowship of the Royal Priests and those who still employ Hireling Dog-Collared Priests, Judas Iscariots thieves working for money in Sheep’s clothing worse than the Priests of Moses – Matt. 12v43-45 - For prayer and fasting, the old rituals in Moses to demiurge Yahweh; they are Antichrists annulling the Sacrifice of Jesus as the Lamb of God. Technical help is needed. YouTube video on this topic:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_WAd75DTFY The Seed of Terrorism was planted by the satanic people of the Judah tribe 2000 years ago and it has grown to a full-fledged Huge Tree for them to harvest. http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/chosenreal.htm END TIME GOSPEL TRUTH – FREE LECTURES AND SEMINARS www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/GistEndGospel.htm Other:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Nobility.htm http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/tenlights.htm http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/JattIslam.htm PROOFS OF THE VIRGIN BIRTH OF JESUS: - www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/bojes.htm https://youtu.be/FQ9TyEEZcDQ There were no WMD in Iraq and these Blasphemer USA and Western nations destroyed his peaceful country. https://youtu.be/NIB8q3YiQZs The Udege tribal Son of Man Super Hitler Putin speaks the truth versus the great blasphemers of the USA and the West. Blasphemy against the Holy Spirit is not forgivable and Putin will punish them very hard. https://youtu.be/WCjpz-_w0y0 Thus, everyone is to give his account to God and you cannot blame anyone else than yourself for not waking up to the Golden Occasion. Just wean off the Milk, and the Scriptures and go for the refreshing Meat of Jesus for your Daily Bread of Life. Then, put on your Cross and enjoy the Blood of Christ by Preaching the Gospel from the Rooftops. This is America - Israel in Disguise:- Grim American Jewish Reaper waving sickle to kill more in Venezuela as they did in Iraq, Libya, Syria, Ukraine, etc. www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/GrimReaper.htm My ebook by Kindle. ASIN: B01AVLC9WO Private Bitter Gospel Truth videos:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/nobility.htm www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Rest.htm Any helper to finish my Books:- ONE GOD ONE FAITH:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/bookfin.pdf and in Punjabi KAKHH OHLAE LAKHH:-  www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/pdbook.pdf Very informative Channel:- Punjab Siyan. John's baptism:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/johnsig.pdf Trinity:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/trinity.pdf

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Today’s reading from the ancient book of Proverbs and book of Psalms

for September 22 of 2021 with Proverbs 22 and Psalm 22, accompanied by Psalm 1 for the 1st day of Astronomical Autumn and Psalm 115 for day 265 of the year (now with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

[Proverbs 22]

[How to Live a Life of Wisdom]

A beautiful reputation is more to be desired than great riches,

and to be esteemed by others is more honorable

than to own immense investments.

The rich and the poor have one thing in common:

the Lord God created each one.

A prudent person with insight foresees danger coming

and prepares himself for it.

But the senseless rush blindly forward

and suffer the consequences.

Laying your life down in tender surrender before the Lord

will bring life, prosperity, and honor as your reward.

Twisted and perverse lives are surrounded by demonic influence.

If you value your soul, stay far away from them.

Dedicate your children to God

and point them in the way that they should go,

and the values they’ve learned from you will be with them for life.

If you borrow money with interest,

you’ll end up serving the interests of your creditors,

for the rich rule over the poor.

Sin is a seed that brings a harvest;

you’ll reap a heap of trouble with every seed you plant.

For your investment in sins pays a full return—

the full punishment you deserve!

When you are generous to the poor,

you are enriched with blessings in return.

Say goodbye to a troublemaker and you’ll say goodbye

to quarrels, strife, tension, and arguments,

for a troublemaker traffics in shame.

The Lord loves those whose hearts are holy,

and he is the friend of those whose ways are pure.

God passionately watches over

his deep reservoir of revelation-knowledge,

but he subverts the lies of those who pervert the truth.

A slacker always has an excuse for not working—

like “I can’t go to work. There’s a lion outside!

And murderers too!”

Sex with an adulteress is like falling into the abyss.

Those under God’s curse jump right in to their own destruction.

Although rebellion is woven into a young man’s heart,

tough discipline can make him into a man.

There are two kinds of people headed toward poverty:

those who exploit the poor

and those who bribe the rich.

[Sayings of the Wise Sages]

Listen carefully and open your heart.

Drink in the wise revelation that I impart.

You’ll become winsome and wise

when you treasure the beauty of my words.

And always be prepared to share them at the appropriate time.

For I’m releasing these words to you this day,

yes, even to you, so that your living hope

will be found in God alone,

for he is the only one who is always true.

Pay attention to these excellent sayings of three-fold things.

For within my words you will discover true and reliable revelation.

They will give you serenity so that you can reveal

the truth of the word of the one who sends you.

Never oppress the poor

or pass laws with the motive of crushing the weak.

For the Lord will rise to plead their case

and humiliate the one who humiliates the poor.

Walk away from an angry man

or you’ll embrace a snare in your soul

by becoming bad-tempered just like him.

Why would you ever guarantee a loan for someone else

or promise to be responsible for someone’s debts?

For if you fail to pay you could lose your shirt!

The previous generation has set boundaries in place.

Don’t you dare move them just to benefit yourself.

If you are uniquely gifted in your work,

you will rise and be promoted.

You won’t be held back—

you’ll stand before kings!

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 22

[Psalm 22]

A Prophetic Portrait of the Cross

For the Pure and Shining One

David’s song of anguish

To the tune of “The Deer at the Dawning of the Day”

God, my God!

Why would you abandon me now?

Why do you remain distant,

refusing to answer my tearful cries in the day

and my desperate cries for your help in the night?

I can’t stop sobbing.

Where are you, my God?

Yet I know that you are most holy.

You are God-Enthroned, the praise of Israel.

Our fathers’ faith was in you—

through the generations they trusted in you

and you came through.

Every time they cried out to you in their despair,

you were faithful to deliver them;

you didn’t disappoint them.

But I am like a worm,

crushed and bleeding crimson,

treated as less than human.

I’ve been despised and scorned by everyone!

Mocked by their jeers, despised with their sneers,

as all the people poke fun at me, spitting their insults,

saying, “Is this the one who trusted in God?

Now let’s see if Yahweh will come to your rescue!

Let’s see how much he delights in him!”

Lord, you delivered me safely from my mother’s womb.

You are the one who cared for me ever since I was a baby.

Since the day I was born, I’ve been placed in your custody.

You’ve cradled me throughout my days,

and you’ve always been my God.

So don’t leave me now, for trouble is all around me,

and there’s no one to help me.

I’m surrounded by many violent foes like bulls;

forces of evil encircle me like the strong bulls of Bashan.

Like ravenous, roaring lions tearing their prey,

they pour curses from their mouths.

Now I’m completely exhausted.

Every joint of my body has been pulled apart.

My courage has melted away.

I’m so thirsty and parched.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

And now you lay me in the dust of death.

They have pierced my hands and my feet.

Like a pack of wild dogs they tear at me,

swirling around me with their hatred.

A band of evil men surrounds me.

I can count all my bones.

Look at how they gloat over me and stare!

With a toss of the dice they divide my clothes among themselves,

gambling for my garments!

Yahweh, please don’t stay far away.

My strength, come quickly to my rescue.

Give me back my life.

Save me from this violent death.

Save my precious one and only

from the power of these dogs!

Save me from all the power of the enemy,

from this roaring lion raging against me

and the power of his dark horde.

I will declare your name before all my brothers

and praise you in the midst of the congregation.

Those who fear Yahweh, praise him!

Let all the seed of Jacob glorify him with your praises.

Stand in awe of him, all you offspring of Israel!

For he has not despised my cries of deep despair.

He’s my first responder to my sufferings,

and when I was in pain,

he was there all the time and heard the cries of the afflicted.

You’re the reason for my praise; it comes from you and goes to you.

I will keep my promise to praise you before all who fear you

among the congregation of your people.

Let all the poor and broken eat until satisfied.

Bring Yahweh praise and you will find him.

May your hearts overflow with life forever!

From the four corners of the earth,

the peoples of the world will remember and return to Yahweh.

Every nation will come and worship him.

For Yahweh is King of all, who takes charge of all the nations.

The wealthy of this world will feast in fellowship with him

right alongside the humble of heart,

bowing down to the dust, forsaking their own souls.

They will all come and worship this worthy King!

His spiritual seed shall serve him.

Future generations will hear from us

about the wonders of the Victorious Lord.

His generation yet to be born will glorify him.

And they will all declare, “It is finished!”

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Passion Translation)

[Book 1]

The Genesis Psalms

Psalms of man and creation

The Tree of Life

[Psalm 1]

What delight comes to the one who follows God’s ways!

He won’t walk in step with the wicked,

nor share the sinner’s way,

nor be found sitting in the scorner’s seat.

His passion is to remain true to the Word of “I AM,”

meditating day and night on the true revelation of light.

He will be standing firm like a flourishing tree

planted by God’s design,

deeply rooted by the brooks of bliss,

bearing fruit in every season of life.

He is never dry, never fainting,

ever blessed, ever prosperous.

But how different are the wicked.

They are like chaff blown away by the wind.

The wicked will not endure the day of judgment,

for God will not defend them.

Nothing they do will succeed or endure for long,

for they have no part with those who walk in truth.

But how different it is for the righteous!

The Lord embraces their paths as they move forward

while the way of the wicked leads only to doom.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 1 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 115]

[The Only True Hero]

God, glorify your name!

Yes, your name alone be glorified, not ours.

For you are the one who loves us passionately,

and you are faithful and true.

Why should the unbelievers mock us, saying,

“Where is this God of yours?”

But we know our God rules from the heavens,

and he takes delight in all that he does.

The unbelievers worship what they make—

their wealth and their work.

They idolize what they own

and what they make with their hands,

but their things can’t talk to them or answer their prayers.

Their possessions will never satisfy.

Their futile faith in dead idols and dead works

can never bring life or meaning to their souls.

Blind men can only create blind things.

Those deaf to God can only make a deaf image.

Dead men can only create dead idols.

And everyone who trusts in these powerless, dead things

will be just like what they worship—powerless and dead.

So trust in the Lord, all his people.

For he is the only true hero,

the wraparound God who is our shield!

You, his priests, trust in the Lord.

For he is the only true hero,

God-wrapped-around-us as our shield.

Yes, all his lovers who bow before him, trust in the Lord.

For he is our only true hero,

God-wrapped-around-us as our shield.

The Lord will never forget us in our need; he will bless us indeed!

He will bless the house of Israel;

he will bless the house of Aaron, his priest.

Yes! He will bless his devoted lovers who bow before him,

no matter who they are.

God himself will fill you with more.

Blessings upon blessings will be heaped upon you

and upon your children from the maker of heaven and earth,

the very God who made you!

The heavens belong to our God; they are his alone,

but he has given us the earth and put us in charge.

Dead people cannot praise the Lord, but we can!

Those who sink to the silence of the grave

can no longer give glory to God, but we can!

So let’s praise the Lord and let it go on forever.

Hallelujah, and praise the Lord!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 115 (The Passion Translation)

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where have u been lol

I’ve been in my house oversleeping and studying the Torah. I am going to share my testimony. This post will not be filtered, I will put things how they are and not hold back.

I know a lot of you haven’t seen me in a while and I appreciate those that have reached out to me, I’ll add that they have been very few…as some of you know I’ve been involved with other ministries and helping with other churches. But in order to fully understand I’m going to have to fill y'all in on what my life has consisted of these past months…

Around August I was coming back from Mexico, after being there for a bit more than a month. I came back earlier than my family because I needed to find a job and start up with an adult life. (like growing up is so fast haha). and I did find a job, Cane’s, where I still work and its great. I also had been visiting Gateway GP campus Saturday service with my Dad since he had been going as well. They went because that is where they have received help with some marriage therapy as well as group therapy. Life hasn’t been pretty these past years since my dad’s surgery, I don’t talk much on it but I’ll share a bit more. My dad has Parkinson’s Disease, its a progressive disease that affects the central nervous system, leaving his voluntary muscles involuntary with uncontrollable shaking and loss of balance. My dad can’t write anymore but he’s been practicing, he gets night terrors and sometimes wakes up screaming, some lesser known symptoms are depression and apathy and fatigue. He’s had his Deep Brain Stimulus (DBS) surgery back in 2013 and it has helped him a lot. Now I don’t share this for anybody to pity him or us, but to share with means to explain. We are not ashamed or embarrassed, this is simply our lives now. This leads me into what I’m going to share next. My dad goes to physical therapy to help his balance and help him stay active and moving. These are at Trinity United Methodist Church over in Duncanville, I had joined him to his therapy a lot once I came back from Mexico. So that was my schedule, just mostly following my dad around for the most part. TUMC holds a free shots clinic every couple of months, so as the school year was about to begin there was another one scheduled in August, they needed translators so my dad asked me to join him there since I’m also bilingual, thats where I met Pastor Josue. Pastor Josue had invited me to come to the youth meetings, so I went for a couple of weeks and then stopped going for a good while. In September of 2016 I had been going to Gateway for a few more weeks, when at one Saturday service I decided to take the alter call and then and there I re-committed to following Yeshua and letting his Spirit change me. I had been going to my home church (Templo De Alabanza) and was serving in the church but my spiritual life was so trash, I was slipping up hardcore… {Years before I was lit, I was seeking God and praying as well as studying my bible, I could name off all the (what I like to call) bumper sticker bible verses to you and everything.} …I wanted it again, I wanted intimacy with Yahweh my creator, so I walked up. I felt the spirit in that place on that altar that afternoon, it was a blessing to finally have a moment of peace with my creator. One of my coworkers, was there at church and saw me walk up. Afterwards I met a good brother and his wife there in the new comers section, they handed me a NLT bible and made me feel like I had been welcomed into a new family. It was a true blessing and a turning point in my life. I began to help at Gateway as well, I helped on the translation team, and it was good. A bit before my trip to Mexico and when I came back, I had started to get back in touch with a brother from Triumph. Brother AJ was giving me advice, most sincere and wise from him. My fire was lit again and I was trying to find ways to start things up, bible studies and discipleship… {Not too long ago a couple of years back, I’d been visiting Triumph youth, as a youth still. This was a turning point in my spiritual walk where Yah reveals His word to me and I begin my first steps to becoming a disciple. I had begun to go because my friend Zak from scouts invited me. Whenever I went I would take my bible and would always ask the weirdest thing or make a comment about every 5 minutes haha. But something happend at these youth meetings, I was growing spiritually, I was learning biblical concepts that I’d never known about before (the olive tree in the book of romans, the connection between the torah and the gospels, about keeping the Shabbat and the feasts of Yah), and upon discovering this I cried and I got frustrated. Why did nobody explain this to me, I NEVER read thru thiese pasages in my bible, much less had them explained to me! But I didn’t understand why until later, so I pushed it aside and I kept seeking the word. I’d also tried to obey the Word of God and keep the Sabbath, but that was quickly shot down by my mom. I attended the Passover Celebration that year, and it was amazing! Then their youth group meetings were moved from Thursdays to Sunday nights and I wasn’t able to go bc I helped at TDA pm service on those nights. After that small season I tripped up on my spiritual walk and got distracted.} …but I was trying to reach out to my brother AJ because I had been discouraged. I had tried multiple times to start up a bible study and discipleship courses for the youth over at my home church, but all I ever got was a “let me ask the leaders” or “I’ll ask Pastor”, which I considered a dead end bc I never heard anything back after those kind of responses were heard. I had told AJ that I wanted to get involved with Triumph again, they preach truth and I always learned a lot whenever I went, but unfortunately my schedule didn’t let me at the time. While this was happening I also started going to the youth group meetings again at TUMC on friday nights. Over at work, I began to grow close with my brother Rick, a coworker, he and I would hang and sometimes chop it up in the word and he would ask me about the Lord and I would tell him what the bible says. I also went to El Lugar De Su Gracia for the first time their Thanksgiving lunch service. (ELDSG is the spanish speaking congregation that meets at TUMC, Pastor Josue’s church). Since then I’ve atended and served at ELDSG, Pastor Josue has been a mentor to me and has taught me biblical values as well as how to compose myself when it comes to spiritual maturity. December comes around and something very saddening happens, a brother I had come to know named Zachariah had passed into eternity. He died behind the resteraunt where I work. I had heard that a the power went out one tuesday that week and that the guy died from electrocution, but didn’t know it was him until I went to te memorial service. Triumph held the memorial service, it was a rough one to sit through, one because I had only interacted with him maybe a good 3 times but I got to see the massive amount of impact he had on his time on earth, on a global level. There I learned that they recently moved their services to Saturday, near the end of the Shabbat. I stopped helping with Gateway because of their politic bias that they promote because the pastor is a part of the “spiritual council” the current elected president has. After like the second time at Shabbat service, brother AJ asked me to serve in the production team, so with having a bit of knowledge in media and equipment from serving on the media team at TDA, I went for it. I later on asked Josue about joining together with my Triumph Family again, he said that it was good for me to and encouraged me to seek the truth in the Word. I asked him because I knew Yah would change me when it came to keeping the Shabbat and the feasts as well as switching up my diet, and I didn’t know what to think about it at the time tbh, just that I was fully committed to walking with Yeshua where he would lead me. Rick and I grew closer throughout the holidays, he is a true brother to me. We would share about the word and I gifted him a bible as well as some Hillsong and P.O.D. CDs. As he and I shared, Yah taught me something, the importance of discipleship and fellowship with people my age when it comes to growing spiritually. I found the value in testifying and a reflection of who I was on the inside, someone who seeks the truth and to only please God.

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Mitchell S. Jackson is the author of Survival Math. His debut novel The Residue Years was praised by publications, including The New York Times, The Paris Review, and The Times (London). The novel won the Ernest Gaines Prize for Literary Excellence, and it was also a finalist for the Center for Fiction’s Flaherty-Dunnan First Novel Prize, the PEN/Hemingway Award for First Fiction, and the Hurston/Wright Legacy Award. Jackson’s honors include fellowships from the Whiting Foundation, TED, the Lannan Foundation, the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, and the Center for Fiction. His writing has appeared in The New York Times Book Review, Salon, and Tin House, among other publications. He serves on the faculty at New York University and Columbia University.

Survival Math: Notes on an All-American Family by award-winning author Mitchell S. Jackson. Survival Math is about the calculations Mitchell made to survive his youth in 1990s Northeast Portland, and we wanted to reach out to you because it is absolutely perfect for book club discussion. The book explores difficult topics—addiction and gun play, masculinity and near-death experiences—all framed within the stories of the author and his family’s experiences in Portland. But of course, the book is about something much bigger than one family. Mitchell illuminates the forces that led his family and his community to this point, from the Great Migration to gentrification, and he does so with humor and style.

So far, the book has been praised by some of the most talented writers on the planet. Two-time National Book Award winner Jesmyn Ward called the book “virtuosic.” Author of Orange Is the New Black Piper Kerman says Survival Math is “an unforgettable mix of sharp humor, wide interrogation, and indelible tragedy.” Pulitzer Prize winning poet Terrance Hayes says Mitchell’s “insights into how black men survive become insights of everyone’s survival.”

    Excerpt: Survival Math

Survival Math EXODUS

My exodus occurs after years wandering the wilderness of my hometown, the crucible that included working a part-time, and only-time, gig at the Oregonian’s downtown insert facility stacking pallet after pallet of inky-ass newspapers. For bread to live. For bread to leave. The day in question, I got a phone call from someone who, for the love (and just maybe his liberty), I’ll call Brother A. Brother A called me to plead a ride to his apartment in the burbs to sweep for dope after his dope-dealing roommate, a dude who’d already done a nickel in the pen on a drug charge (which, by the way, is not judgment, but context), had just got knocked by the Feds. Brother A explained he needed the ride because his main squeeze had wrecked his Jeep, and he couldn’t think of anyone more fitting than me, of all people on God’s verdant earth, me, to be the one to shuttle him.

Heeeeeelllll no! That should have been my answer. But that was not my answer. My answer tugged me out of my job at the end of my shift and into the forest-evergreen Lexus I’d bought in the bygone unblessed days when I sold more than weed. It sent me bolting out of my job and into my ride to swoop Brother A from someplace close and hit Highway 26 with most dubious sense.

Guessing now is as good a time as ever to mention that this was the age during which I might’ve been selling weed—twenty sacks, eighths, half and whole zips, and in the most blessed of times, half and whole pounds. Selling chronic, stacking newspapers, and throwing parties because evermore this brother, a brother, every brother should diversify his hustle. No mights or maybes to that.

Memories from that age, hypothetical and otherwise, seldom feature date stamps, but I can assure you this incident occurred May 2002 AD, which I know for truth because one of my homeboys and me had just thrown a well-attended Memorial Day shindig, and between my cut of the door and profits from the weed I may have been selling, I had a knot of bills in my inky work jeans—which accounts for why at the time I was feeling at least extra medium about myself. Brother A and I traded lightweight banter en route, and before I knew it, we’d reached his apartment complex, grounds of such expanse, there was plenty of time for my pulse to cease between the moment I pulled into the lot and when I found a place to park my tree-colored ride. Can’t speak for Brother A, but in that interstice of arriving and stepping a wary foot out of my ride, I had visions of police swarming us from bushes and vans, seizing discomfited me, slamming my cheek against unforgiving asphalt, and KABLOWING! on cuffs.

We did not—word to Yahweh—get ambushed that moment. We hustled past a passel of blithe youngsters and mounted a flight and a flight and a flight of stairs and stood at the threshold of his apartment door (my heart athunder) and asked each other again and for the last time if we should enter, which, inhale, of course we did.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

No one was inside. Good sense says I should’ve left Brother A to brave his fate alone but instead I sat on the living room couch while he proceeded to sweep his roommate’s room and the hall closets and every place else he could think to look. He didn’t find any meth, but he did find cooking supplies and utensils, which he took straight to the kitchen to scrub and scour. Meanwhile, I sat on the living room couch doing my best impression of ecclesiastical calm.

“Man, I can’t believe we was so spooked,” I said.

“Yeah, we silly,” he said. “Like the police worried about us.”

He paused and motioned at me. “Shit, I almost forgot. Come check this out.” This is when Brother A led me to his bedroom, pulled a pound of weed from a stash spot, and flaunted a sample. “This some killer,” he said. “Smell it.” What may or may not have happened next now seems like an act of intercession bestowed by my great-grandmama or some other churchgoing kin. That act, amen, was using my shirt to grab the plastic bag and inspect a few fluffy, sticky, fragrant stems. I put the weed back and mentioned how fast it would sell and may or may not have asked him if he could cop for me.

He and I strolled back into the living room—me to the couch and Brother A back to washing possible evidence down the drain. Seconds later I heard footsteps on the stairs. PATTER, PATTER, PATTER! Heard them and said to myself, Here come those kids. PATTER, PATTER, PATTER, PATTER! Thought to myself, Wow, them some heavy-footed-ass kids. PATTER, PATTER, PATTER, PATTER, PATTER! Mused, Boy, there must be more kids than I thought. That’s when Brother A hustled over to the peephole, said, “Oh, shit! POLICE!” and broke for his bedroom.

Before I could move, a mob of police, sheriff, and DEA bum-rushed into Brother A’s crib. “Get on the ground! Get on the ground now! Keep your hands where we can see them! Get down! Get down!”

Oh. My. God! I thought, and dropped to my knees then prostrate.

Brother A darted into the living room and ranted, “Let me see your warrant. Let me see your warrant,” and in an instant, they spun him face to wall and cuffed him. One officer jerked me off the carpet and asked if I was carrying drugs, if I had anything in my pockets that might cut or poke him. No, I said. And he emptied my pockets, beheld my cell phone and pager and the knot of cash—most of which, let me remind you, I’d made from my Memorial Day shindig and some of which I may or may not have made from serving fat sacks of chronic. More officers appeared, one of them tugging a stout German shepherd. That same officer informed me that if the dog hit on anything from my pockets, he’d confiscate it.

He let his canine loose. It sniffed my wrinkled wad of bills and barked.

Ain’t that a bitch! I thought.

The next moment, an officer bopped into the apartment carrying a bag of weed that could’ve been a motherfucking facsimile of the one Brother A may or may not have flaunted to me thrumming pulses ago. The officer announced he’d found it in a sprinkler outside, asked which one of us it belonged to, and Brother A and me bucked our eyes at each other and damn near shook our heads off our necks. “Huh, what’s that? We ain’t never seen that in life!” we said.

He crooked his lip and warned if he found either of our fingerprints on the bag he’d charge us.

The officer who searched me marched me into a bedroom and ordered me ass to floor and back to wall while he stood.

He asked me if I knew Brother A’s roommate.

“Yes,” I said. “Don’t know him well, more like ‘Hi’ and ‘Bye,’ but yes,” I said. “I met him.”

He asked if I knew Brother A’s roommate sold dope.

“Wow, he did?!” I said. “I had no idea.”

He asked if I’d ever been to jail or prison.

“Um, uh—Yes,” I said. “One time. Just the one time, though.”

He asked me what I’d gone to jail for.

“Um, uh, um, uh, um—for selling drugs,” I said, and the rest fell out my mouth: “But it’s not what you think. I don’t do it anymore, Officer. I’m going to be a writer. Officer, you got to believe me. I’m moving to New York in a few months for grad school. This looks bad, Officer, but it’s not how it looks. My word, Officer. Just a few months till I leave,” I said. “Please, Officer, please. You’ve got to let me go!”

“Let my people go,” Moses and Aaron told the pharaoh of Egypt at the advent of history’s most famous exodus. The Hebrew name for Egypt, where Moses’s people began their journey, is Mitzrayim. For Jews, Mitzrayim denotes a place, but it also describes a liberation from psychological limits, the emotional journeys that one experiences all life long. My Mitzrayim demanded envisioning a world beyond one that in many ways had been circumscribed; it required believing I could thrive outside where I was born.

The west exodus of my tribe—the Jacksons—began in the 1950s, in the Mitzrayim that was Montgomery, Alabama. It could begin with my great-grandparents—Edith “Mama Edie” Larkin Jackson and Samuel “Bubba” Andrew Jackson Sr.—at a mass meeting of the Montgomery Improvement Association, the couple among dozens of spirited negroes filling the hard wooden pews of Dexter Avenue Baptist Church. My great-grandmama styling in a floral-print knee-length dress and cat-eye specs, and my great-grandaddy decked out in a dark worsted-wool suit and wing-tips polished reflective. Picture the whole room hand in hand and swaying as they sing, “Gooooo down, Moses / Waaaay down in Egypt’s land / Tell old Pharaoh / Let my people gooooo.” The room raises its voice till it shakes the stained-glass windows, then falls hush as MLK, the disciple, prophet, future martyr (go ahead, choose) of an age takes the pulpit in one of his tailored blue suits and a skinny tie and sermonizes on the plans of a Montgomery Transit Authority boycott that, in the days of the Old Testament, might’ve summoned thunder and lightning. In that meeting or one not too long after, MLK asks for volunteers to carpool members of the boycott and Mama Edie nudges Bubba to raise his hand.

Per familial lore, Mama Edie’s mama, Carrie Larkin AKA my great-great-grandmother, was a Montgomery bootlegger par excellence, a savvy woman who invested her ample profits in square miles of terra firma and a restaurant. My great-great-grandmother bore her husband eight children—four girls and four boys—and of that brood, my great-grandmother Edith “Edie” Larkin was the third girl, born in 1916. Edie was beautiful and smart and the daughter most liable to test the house rules. Mama Edie’s enterprising mother paid her way through what was then Alabama State College—she did the same for all her daughters. Mama Edie, like every one of her sisters, became a schoolteacher and lived a comfortable life for the time and place thanks to what seemed like inexhaustible deals. They sold tract after tract of family land and divvied up the dividends among their tribe.

Unlike the Larkins, the Jacksons were not a tribe of wealth. My great-grandfather Samuel “Bubba” Andrew Jackson Sr. was born in 1908 in Ada, Alabama, a place so small they call it an unincorporated community of Montgomery County. Bubba was the second to the youngest of his parents’ brood of four, and despite being ambitious and hardworking and smart with a miraculous recall for dates, times, and facts, he was forced, like many of his time, to cease his formal schooling before he reached high school. Young Bubba married his first wife, Lillian Dora Arrington, sired his lone biological son, Samuel Andrew Jackson Jr.—my grandfather—and supported his wife and baby boy by running a shoe shop and selling Watkins products door-to-door. Bubba’s first wife died of a food-related illness a few years into their marriage, and he met Mama Edie soon after, married for the second time in 1942, and moved to a trailer on Larkin land in a part of town known as the Prairie.

The English word exodus is derived from the Greek ex, which means “out,” and hodos, meaning “way”—the way out. A year or so before MLK moved from Montgomery to Atlanta and became assistant pastor to his father at Ebenezer Baptist Church, Mama Edie and Bubba made their way out of Alabama to a land that, if not one of milk and honey, promised to be a place less bitter in their mouths. Their migration to Portland began, so one story goes, in the summer of ’58 or ’59. Mama Edie flew to Portland to visit her sister-in-law and felt so passionate about the city that she phoned Bubba and persuaded him to pack their things and move. Per another story, Mama Edie moved out to Portland with the express intent of helping to integrate the Portland Public Schools, a district that announced soon after the Brown v. Board of Education ruling that it would “take no action regarding segregation,” despite blacks being relegated almost exclusively to the underfunded and subpar schools in the Albina district. In my mind, the true catalyst for my great-grandparents’ migration was somewhere between the stories of love for a new city and wanting to transform it.

In addition to those stories, these facts: Mama Edie and Bubba moved into a house on North Missouri Ave in the Albina district. My activist and missionary-minded great-grandmother got a job teaching at Boise-Eliot Elementary School, a position that began her long career as a beloved Portland teacher. In the City of Roses, Bubba earned his living first as a shoe repairman and, until retirement, as a hospital custodian. In 1960, not too long after they moved to their promised land, they persuaded Sam Jackson Jr., the biological son Bubba fathered by his first wife, to move from Alabama with his wife and four young children—Sam III, George, Anthony, and my mother, Lillie. Meanwhile my great-grands lived sans significant marital quarrels and as loving and supportive friends in plural. They also became active members of St. Andrew Catholic Church and continued their political activism. If there was an asterisk to their marriage, it was the fact that they couldn’t conceive a child, an issue they addressed by adopting three children between the late 1950s and the 1960s: Ezekiel and Essie as toddlers and later a grade-school-aged boy named John. Mama Edie and Bubba’s adopted children were raised with my mother and her brothers as siblings, as they were close in age and all lived at times under the same roof.

In the summer of 1975, my mother bore Mama Edie and Bubba their first great-grandchild: me. The pair were out of town that August I was born, attending to Mama Edie’s niece who had a baby due a month before me. My great-grands traveled back to Portland in September and my mother resumed, with me this time, living with them in a white house the size of a small palace that stands on the corner of Sixth and Mason.

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“The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn that grows brighter until the full light of day” (Proverbs 4:18) There was a family travelling in a train at night to a far distance place. Their little boy wanted to enjoy the nature, but since it was completely dark he could not see and enjoy them. He felt worried, when dawn approached, his father woke the little boy and showed the nature. Initially, he could see little, but when it became full light of day, the little boy could see all the nature in detail; trees, mountains, lakes, cattle etc., thus he enjoyed his travel. Similarly, the Christian journey is like that train that takes us to the right place. The promises and prophecies in the scriptures are like that dawn, which helps us to see the things happening around us. Though it takes time, it will become full light of day when God’s kingdom established and we will be able to see everything and enjoy. Thus we are travelling from this dark place to a bright place through Christ. Indeed, the righteous path grows brighter until the full light of the day. Hence, let us be hopeful and remain faithful, we will not be disappointed. Amen! Like our page (Grace Bible Fellowship) to follow our Bible Research https://www.facebook.com/Grace-Bible-Fellowship-630327523647044 #grace #bible #fellowship #truth #jesus #christ #fellowship #yahweh #kingdom #peace #god #life #love #journey #child #boy #train #research https://www.instagram.com/p/BpJYna5nVYR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18wjaumna8q98

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John 1:1 & Concerning the Word of life

John 1:1 – That which was from the beginning,

Contrasting John’s own interpretation with his gospel record: 1John 1

The Word of Life

1Jn 1:1 That which was from the beginning,

compare with...

Joh 1:1 In the beginning was the Word,

1Jn 1:1 concerning the Word of life

In the word of God is eternal life. We know God by his word. We know the will of God through his words. Word became flesh

1Jn 1:1 that which we have heard, that which we have seen with our eyes, that which we beheld, and our hands handled,

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Joh 1:14 And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us (and we beheld his glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father), full of grace and truth.

In Hindu religion – God’s do incarnate, but in Christianity the word of God incarnates as flesh.

God causes this to happen in that he created a son via Mary thereby fulfilling Moses’ prophecy ‘God will raise up a prophet like me’

The Word was with God / which was with the Father

1Jn 1:2 which was with the Father, and was manifested unto us

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Joh 1:1 and the Word was with God

Eternal life was with the Father and has been manifested through Jesus the son of man. Not that Jesus was a spirit being but existed conceptually or spiritually as the ‘word’, ‘life’, ‘light’ with God and these abstract perfections took on human form i.e. flesh and blood. (The tree of life was planted from the very beginning and its fruit mankind still longs to eat thereof)

A common misunderstanding of this verse is ‘God was with God’ or ‘One God was with another God’ or ‘An angel was with God’

Word is personified as was wisdom as a woman. Wisdom was with God and an integrated part of God, but wisdom is not a Goddess!

Translation/Interpretation possibilities:

“which was with the Father” / “In the beginning was the word, it was with God”

In ‘it’ was life (Modern Spelling Tyndall Translation has ‘it’)

1Jn 1:2 and the life was manifested, and we have seen, and bear witness, and declare unto you the life, the eternal life, which was with the Father, and was manifested unto us;

v/s

Joh 1:4 In it was life; And the life was the light of men;

John in his epistles gives a simple interpretation of his gospel record. The introductions match.

God’s light was manifest in the man Jesus!

The plan of salvation was such that God’s word and light was to be fulfilled/satisfied through a man. God caused a man to fulfil this thereby by proving that the man who God created can indeed be good. In the man Jesus was the perfect will of God manifested. What Jesus demonstrated in his life was how men ought to live a life according to God’s word, light and love.

Purpose

1Jn 1:3 that which we have seen and heard declare we unto you also, that ye also may have fellowship with us: yea, and our fellowship is with the Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ:

1Jn 1:4 and these things we write, that our joy may be fulfilled.

Fellowship is with two distinct beings: Father AND the son (the son who has been recently manifested.)

One is an eternal spirit being – Elohim Yahweh, the other his son, was his word that was made flesh. Jesus himself attains eternal life.

The word was God

What God intends is reflected through his word and therefore the word is as God is or the ‘word was God’.

So also it follows that light was with God and light was God.

If

“God is light” 1Jn 1:5

then

“Light is God”

But, God is literally not the light we see of a tube light or the Sun’s rays. So, these have to be understood in their respective spiritual contexts.

‘what God was, the Word was‘ – NEB translation

‘what God was, the Word was‘ NEB translation easily explains the plan and the purpose of God manifest in human flesh – i.e. What God wanted – the son fulfilled, i.e. The will of God was manifest in the face of Jesus.

The widely accepted decision not to make any distinction between articulated ‘HO THEOS’ and unarticulated ‘THEOS’ in John 1:1 is unfortunate because it is biased.

Summary

John introduces Jesus as a pre-existent logos and not a spirit being/2nd person of trinity/angel! So Jesus did not literally preexist but as John teaches us he is the logos of God made flesh.

Read more here on John 1:1:

If he called them GOD, unto whom the word of God came and the word was God: https://knowtheonlytruegod.wordpress.com/…/100-reasons-why…/

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Christians in A.A.?

Christians in A.A.?

I don’t have actually any statistics! I don’t know of any statistics. And I’m not sure I care about any statistics that might exist. But it is thought by me would be valuable if we knew for sure that, among the two-million members worldwide, the A.A. fellowship contains a Christian or two.

As a matter of fact, it doesn’t require a survey that is statistical establish that it does. How many Christian members are here? I don’t know. And it’s not the function of A.A. to find out.

But those of us who know the history of A.A., who ignore the chatter of uninformed critics, and whom have actually attended several thousand meetings can attest to certain facts you can observe for yourself. But only if you decide to.

Some Facts You Can Observe:

(1) Early A.A. had two distinctly different origins. (2) The first was with the United Christian

Endeavor Movement and Dr. Bob’s active membership in that society and in the North Congregational Church in St. Johnsbury, Vermont. (3) Dr. Bob was then, and remained, a Christian for the rest of his life. (4) The Akron fellowship he led was called a Christian Fellowship by him and its people. (5) That fellowship required the acceptance of Christ as well as the study of the Bible by all who sought membership in it. (6) When the Cleveland Roman Catholics split down from the Akron fellowship, it had been largely because their priest deemed Akron’s group to be Protestant Christian. (7) Then began a influx that is large of Catholics to A.A. with a resultant plurality of these Christians among the membership then, and even today. (8) One need only travel to A.A. meetings in several elements of america to hear the confessions in meetings by speakers who consider themselves born-again Christians, and by speakers who say they were raised Catholic and now have returned to their church. (9) The critics who claim that A.A. never was Christian in nature simply ignore the facts above and repudiate as well the Christianity of A.A.’s New York mentors in the Oxford Group—led by Lutheran Minister Frank Buchman, Episcopalian priest Sam Shoemaker, and a host of other Christian clergy from the Episcopalian, Presbyterian, Congregational, Dutch Reformed, Anglican, and other denominations. (10) Only a rabid, prejudiced outsider would claim there are no Christians in A.A. You can see and hear Roman Catholic priests and nuns speaking in and participating as members in A.A. around the world. There is a fellowship of “recovering” Episcopalian priests who espouse A.A. And there are frequently people who speak in meetings and identify themselves as Roman Catholics, or as followers of Jesus Christ, or as members of various Christian churches.

What’s the Point?

First, let’s review some facts that are pertinent Alcoholics Anonymous today: (1) A.A. is not a Christian Fellowship. (2) A.A. includes members of many denominations—Protestant, Roman Catholic, Jewish, Buddhist, and humanist. (3) A.A. was once, in Akron, a Protestant Christian Fellowship. (4) A.A. in Akron was, at an point that is early much influenced by Sister Ignatia, a Roman Catholic nun. (5) A.A. was once, in the New York area, strongly influenced by Jesuit Roman Catholic priests; by a number of “mainline” Protestant clergy from Calvary Episcopal Church; by Rev. Norman Vincent Peale; by Christian Science writings; and by the writings of several “New Thought” speakers and writers whom considered themselves Christians. (6) Today’s A.A. has no membership as such, nor any membership requirements, nor any bars to admission. But its society consists of people from all the foregoing groups that are christian well as people who are atheists, humanists, agnostics, spiritualists, Buddhists, and unbelievers. (7) Members are not required to believe in Yahweh, Jesus Christ, the gift of the Holy Spirit, the Bible, the doctrines of any sect or creed, or in anything at all. (8) There are countless utterances among A.A. members that they have a “higher power” which can be a tree, a radiator, a Coke bottle, a rock, the Big Dipper, Santa Claus, Gertrude, Him or Her or It, a light bulb, a door knob, the Great Pumpkin, and other absurd names for a supposed deity or power.(9) There is no rule or Tradition or group or hierarchy in A.A. that can exclude any of the above, that can expel them from any meetings, or that can demand adherence by members to the beliefs of the majority in such meetings. (10) Many judges, scholars, and observers have legitimately observed and in fact ruled that A.A. is still quite clearly a religion, just not a religion that is christian. (11) Others dispute this point with some arguing A.A. is “spiritual” but not “religious,” failing to define what the difference might be, and ignoring the fact that both words have synonymous origins.. (12) Still others (a substantial number of Protestant Christian clergy) have a great concern that today’s A.A.--with its emphasis on the secular, on universalism, and on “any god” or “not-god”--does an immense disservice to people in A.A. who are already Christians and to those who might otherwise become Christians. The concern is based on the hostility and intimidation within the meetings directed toward those who express Christian or religious views and additionally on the emphasis among professionals, treatment people, and even some AAs on a pseudo-religion of “higher power spirituality.” A theology or philosophy that exudes far more New Age idolatry than can possibly be helpful to someone who believes in the Creator, Jesus Christ, the gift of the Holy Spirit, therefore the Bible.

The Still Open Door and Tabernacle

A.A. today is open to all comers. The question for real concern is whether it really still opens the door to, and makes room within, the fellowship for free belief, free expression, and free activities that are necessary for Christians who want to be healed. That’s a problem that is real. Newcomers are available in befogged, fearful, bewildered, feeling guilty and ashamed, feeling abandoned and different, and despairing. Many Christians believe it worsens their condition, befuddles their recovery, and drives them away from religious help when they hear Christian convictions, Christian history, and Christian story telling ostracized by ridicule and outspoken hostility. Some clam up in fear. Some retreat somewhere else. Some suffer in shame and guilt. And some actually disappear from their beliefs.

Are there Christians in A.A. today? You bet! Today is A.A. Christian? Not on your life! Is this a problem? Yes, and a big one. Many of us came into A.A. as Christians. We hadn’t recognized our excessive drinking for what it was—whether an ailment, a sin, a behavioral disorder, a genetic predisposition, or a nutritional imbalance. We felt uneasy, condemned, and wary. Yet the Christian message held and holds out much more deliverance and wholeness and cure than any meeting or sponsor or A.A. literature. We were blinded by the idolatry, idle “spirituality” talk, secularism, and false Tradition claims that discouraged the very message that ultimately could make us free, could offer us the abundant life, and could assure our eternal life. The Bible, church, and religion. at the very same time, we were usually enveloped by love and caring, by friendship and support, by disciplined direction, by tangible objectives, and by well-meaning recovered AAs, including those hostile to God.

What’s the balance? For me personally, it absolutely wasn’t and isn’t in leaving A.A. For me, it wasn’t and isn’t about shouting my religious convictions from the rooftops. For me, it wasn’t about Christianizing A.A. or condemning those of differing beliefs. For me, it wasn’t about driving the Roman Catholics, Jews, Presbyterians, atheists, humanists, Buddhists, and Hottentots out of A.A. in into some cloistered tabernacle. It was feeling comfortable with, and being able freely to share with others, my own strong beliefs in Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour, the power that is healing of Creator, the truth of God’s term, and the present of the Holy Spirit. To do so is not dangerous if you ask me, to others, or to A.A. It’s what Christians are expected to do. I’ve done it with newcomers. I’ve done it with men I’ve sponsored. I’ve done it with other Christians and Christian groups and meetings. I’ve never looked for a scrap or debate with someone who has different ideas. And I’m not about to be prohibited from doing it in A.A.

The balance is simple: (1) Learn what early A.A. was—a Christian Fellowship that accepted Christ, relied in the Creator, attained growth through Bible prayer and study and God’s guidance, and worked with other alcoholics to assure their fellowship and cure. See The James Club and the Original A.A. Program’s Absolute Essentials (ISBN 1885803990) (2) Learn that a host of early AAs were cured in that Christian Fellowship. See When Early AAs Were Cured and Why (ISBN 188580394X). (3) Learn that there have always been two A.A.’s—the early Christian A.A. in Akron, and the eclectic non-Christian A.A. of Bill Wilson’s Big Book and Twelve Steps published four years after A.A.’s founding. See Real Twelve Step Fellowship History (ISBN 1885803877). 4) Learn that A.A. long ago opened the hinged doors to people of all beliefs and no beliefs and deliberately omitted mention of its Christian origins, Biblical ideas, and convictions about Yahweh as Creator. See Jesus and Alcoholism (ISBN 1885803346). (5) Learn that there are those who erroneously think that the policy that is open-door proved that the Christian principles did not work, were abandoned, and should be resisted today. (6) Recognize that they are wrong, that there are no facts to support their statements, and that A.A. is harmed by their statements. (7) Learn that the A.A. Traditions and history make no claims that are such theirs. (8) Learn that the codes of “love and service,” “love and tolerance,” and “live and let live” all have their roots in the idea of brotherhood, not contention. (9) Learn to keep our mouths shut about what A.A. is or was or did or didn’t until our minds have actually “returned,” until we’ve studied the facts, and until we’ve really seen that here truly is, and—in today’s A.A.—must be, room for all. See A New Way Out (ISBN 1885803893). All mentioned titles can be obtained on Amazon.com and seen described at

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Christians in A.A.?

Christians in A.A.?

We don’t have actually any statistics! I don’t know of any statistics. And I’m not sure I care about any statistics that might exist. schmuck lumber 17325 evergreen But I think it would be valuable if we knew for sure that, among the two-million members worldwide, the A. A. fellowship contains a Christian or two.

As a matter of fact, it doesn’t require a statistical survey to establish that it does. How many Christian members are here? I don’t know. And it’s not the function of A.A. to learn.

But those of us who know the history of A.A., who ignore the chatter of uninformed critics, and whom have actually attended thousands of meetings can attest to facts that are certain can observe for yourself. But only if you choose to.

Some Facts You Can Observe:

(1) Early A.A. had two origins that are distinctly different. (2) The first was with the United Christian

Endeavor Movement and Dr. Bob’s active membership in that society and in the North Congregational Church in St. Johnsbury, Vermont. (3) Dr. Bob was then, and remained, a Christian for the rest of his life. (4) The Akron fellowship he led was called a Christian Fellowship by him as well as its members. (5) That fellowship required the acceptance of Christ as well as the study of the Bible by all who sought membership in it. (6) When the Cleveland Roman Catholics split off from the Akron fellowship, it had been largely because their priest considered Akron’s group to be Protestant Christian. (7) Then began a influx that is large of Catholics to A.A. with a resultant plurality of these Christians among the membership then, and even today. (8) One need travel that is only A.A. meetings in several areas of the United States to hear the confessions in meetings by speakers who consider themselves born-again Christians, and by speakers who say they were raised Catholic and now have returned to their church. (9) The experts who claim that A.A. never was Christian in nature ignore the facts simply above and repudiate as well the Christianity of A.A.’s New York mentors in the Oxford Group—led by Lutheran Minister Frank Buchman, Episcopalian priest Sam Shoemaker, and a host of other Christian clergy from the Episcopalian, Presbyterian, Congregational, Dutch Reformed, Anglican, and other denominations. (10) Only a rabid, prejudiced outsider would claim there are no Christians in A.A. You can see and hear Roman Catholic priests and nuns speaking in and participating as members in A.A. around the world. There is a fellowship of “recovering” Episcopalian priests who espouse A.A. And there are frequently people who speak in meetings and identify themselves as Roman Catholics, or as followers of Jesus Christ, or as members of various Christian churches.

What’s the Point?

First, let’s review some facts that are pertinent Alcoholics Anonymous today: (1) A.A. is not a Christian Fellowship. (2) A.A. includes members of many denominations—Protestant, Roman Catholic, Jewish, Buddhist, and humanist. (3) A.A. was once, in Akron, a Protestant Christian Fellowship. (4) A.A. in Akron was, at an point that is early much influenced by Sister Ignatia, a Roman Catholic nun. (5) A.A. was as soon as, in the New York area, strongly influenced by Jesuit Roman Catholic priests; by a number of “mainline” Protestant clergy from Calvary Episcopal Church; by Rev. Norman Vincent Peale; by Christian Science writings; and by the writings of several “New Thought” speakers and writers whom considered themselves Christians. (6) Today’s A.A. has no membership as such, nor any membership requirements, nor any bars to admission. But its society consists of people from all the foregoing Christian groups as well as people who are atheists, humanists, agnostics, spiritualists, Buddhists, and unbelievers. (7) Members are not required to believe in Yahweh, Jesus Christ, the gift of the Holy Spirit, the Bible, the doctrines of any sect or creed, or in anything at all. (8) There are countless utterances among A.A. members it, a light bulb, a door knob, the Great Pumpkin, and other absurd names for a supposed deity or power.(9 that they have a “higher power” which can be a tree, a radiator, a Coke bottle, a rock, the Big Dipper, Santa Claus, Gertrude, Him or Her or) There is no rule or Tradition or group or hierarchy in A.A. that can exclude any of the above, that can expel them from any meetings, or that can demand adherence by members to the beliefs of the majority in such meetings. (10) Many judges, scholars, and observers have legitimately observed and in fact ruled that A.A. is still quite clearly a religion, just not a Christian religion. (11) other people dispute this point with some arguing A.A. is “spiritual” but not “religious,” failing to define what the difference might be, and ignoring the fact that both words have synonymous origins.. (12) Still others (a substantial number of Protestant Christian clergy) have a great concern that today’s A.A.--with its emphasis on the secular, on universalism, and on “any god” or “not-god”--does an immense disservice to people in A.A. who are already Christians and to those who might otherwise become Christians. The concern is based on the hostility and intimidation within the meetings directed toward those who express Christian or views that are religious additionally on the emphasis among professionals, treatment people, and even some AAs on a pseudo-religion of “higher power spirituality.” A theology or philosophy that exudes far more New Age idolatry than can be helpful to possibly someone who believes in the Creator, Jesus Christ, the gift of the Holy Spirit, while the Bible.

The Still Open Door and Tabernacle

A.A. today is open to all comers. The question for real concern is whether it really still opens the door to, and makes room within, the fellowship for free belief, free expression, and free activities that are necessary for Christians who want to be healed. That’s a problem that is real. Newcomers can be found in befogged, fearful, bewildered, feeling guilty and ashamed, feeling abandoned and different, and despairing. Many Christians believe it worsens their condition, befuddles their recovery, and drives them away from religious help when they hear Christian convictions, Christian history, and Christian story telling ostracized by ridicule and outspoken hostility. Some clam up in fear. Some retreat somewhere else. Some suffer in guilt and shame. Plus some actually leave from their beliefs.

Today are there Christians in A.A? You bet! Today is A.A. Christian? Not on your life! Is this a problem? Yes, and a large one. Many of us came into A.A. as Christians. We hadn’t recognized our excessive drinking for what it was—whether a disease, a sin, a behavioral disorder, a genetic predisposition, or a nutritional imbalance. We felt uneasy, condemned, and wary. Yet the message that is christian and holds out far more deliverance and wholeness and cure than any meeting or sponsor or A.A. literature. We were blinded by the idolatry, idle “spirituality” talk, secularism, and false Tradition claims that discouraged the very message that ultimately could make us free, could give us the abundant life, and could assure our eternal life. At the very same time, we were usually enveloped by love and caring, by friendship and support, by disciplined direction, by tangible objectives, and by well-meaning recovered AAs, including those hostile to God, the Bible, church, and religion..

What’s the balance? For me, it wasn’t and isn’t in leaving A.A. For me, it wasn’t and isn’t about shouting my religious convictions from the rooftops. For me, it wasn’t about Christianizing A.A. or condemning those of differing beliefs. For me, it wasn’t about driving the Roman Catholics, Jews, Presbyterians, atheists, humanists, Buddhists, and Hottentots out of A.A. in into some cloistered tabernacle. It was feeling comfortable with, and being able freely to share with others, my own strong beliefs in Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour, the power that is healing of Creator, the truth of God’s Word, and the gift of the Holy Spirit. To do this is not dangerous if you ask me, to others, or to A.A. It’s what Christians are expected to do. I’ve done it with newcomers. I’ve done it with men I’ve sponsored. I’ve done it with other Christians and Christian groups and meetings. I’ve never looked for a scrap or debate with someone who has ideas that are different. And I’m not about to be prohibited from doing it in A.A.

The balance is simple: (1) Learn what early A.A. was—a Christian Fellowship that accepted Christ, relied in the Creator, attained growth through Bible study and prayer and God’s guidance, and worked with other alcoholics to assure their fellowship and cure. See The James Club and the Original A.A. Program’s Absolute Essentials (ISBN 1885803990) (2) Learn that a host of early AAs were cured in that Christian Fellowship. See When Early AAs Were Cured and Why (ISBN 188580394X). (3) Learn that there have always been two A.A.’s—the early Christian A.A. in Akron, and the eclectic non-Christian A.A. of Bill Wilson’s Big Book and Twelve Steps published four years after A.A.’s founding. See Real Twelve Step Fellowship History (ISBN 1885803877). 4) Learn that A.A. long ago opened the hinged doors to people of all beliefs and no beliefs and deliberately omitted mention of its Christian origins, Biblical ideas, and convictions about Yahweh as Creator. See Jesus and Alcoholism (ISBN 1885803346). (5) Learn that there are those who erroneously think that the open-door policy somehow proved that the Christian principles did not work, were abandoned, and should be resisted today. (6) Recognize that they are wrong, that there are no facts to support their statements, and that A.A. is harmed by their statements. (7) Learn that the A.A. Traditions and history make no claims that are such theirs. (8) Learn that the codes of “love and service,” “love and tolerance,” and “live and allow live” all have their roots in the concept of brotherhood, maybe not contention. (9) Learn to keep our mouths shut about what A.A. is or was or did or didn’t until our minds have actually “returned,” until we’ve studied the facts, and until we’ve really seen that here truly is, and—in today’s A.A.—must be, room for all. See A New Way Out (ISBN 1885803893). All mentioned titles is found on Amazon.com and seen described at

Gloria Deo

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Dick B., PO Box 837, Kihei, HI 96753-0837; ; 808 874 4876;

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No Peace in the ME as both Muslims and Jews of appare unfaithful to Abra... No Peace in the ME as both Muslims and Jews of appare unfaithful to Abraham and Yahweh- AntiSemitics https://youtu.be/anMigOsWFLs Holy Gospel of our Supernatural Father Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc., delivered by the First Anointed Christ, which in Punjabi we call Satguru Jesus of the highest living God Elohim that dwells within His Temple of God created by the demiurge Potter, the Lord of the Nature Yahweh, Brahma, Khudah, etc., the Greatest Artist of all and it is called Harmandir or “Emmanuel” according to Saint Rajinder No Peace in Israel unless you are faithful sons of Abraham, a Noble Man. Abraham was of the Semitic race and not a Jew or a Muslim outwardly but of heart, inwardly spiritual. So far, you are a Jew or a Muslim of appearances outwardly, you are unfaithful to Abraham and Yahweh, Khuda, Brahma, etc. and have no right to live on this planet earth that belongs to Yahweh, Khuda, Brahma, etc. demiurge Potter, Ghumiar, etc. who created the Nature at large and also his son Adam, a Noble Man, HAR HAR MAHADEV, whose Temple is Kabah. In Kabah, Adam is worshipped by his tribal sons Ilahs. 12 to 16 years old boys performed the Hajj ceremony in order to be the faithful sons of Adam and they kept Kabah to their RIGHT-HAND SIDE whilst going around 7 times and that was of "Ba-Ilah", the faithful sons of their tribe who are entitled to live peacefully on this planet earth. No son of Man or born of water, Seamen "seed", no son of Al-Ilah = Allah. The sons of Allah are Muslims and they have the haya of their tribal father called Sharm or family conscience not to perform deeds that will give a bad name to their family/tribe, speaks the truth, be contented with his lot and only then such a person be the son of Allah, Pakka Muslim, a merciful person as our Father Allah is Al-Raheem. Such a Muslim was rare to find and Mullahs for the sake of secular rules got them killed - my Elder Brother Royal Shah Shams Tabrizi is a typical example. Even our Jatt Imam Hanifa joined the Mullahs to kill Him. Remember that our Jatts are in other countries as well and this Chaudhry Saddam Hussein, the late President of Iraq, was a Khokhar Jatt. So, the Mosque is for the Muslim Fellowship to sing the praises of Allah and those natural tribal sons are not allowed to enter the Mosque unless they obey the moral laws of Moses to be the firm sons of their tribes. The moral laws of Moses are taught in the Madrassa by the moral teacher Mullah who is familiar with His Word, the Taproot of the Tree of Life, and the Scriptures. In short, an ideal Madrassa should be led by a Muslim and not a Kaffir who incites his natural intake to die for the Inshmullah secular rules and not the spiritual rule through merciful deeds expected to represent Al-Raheem. Such a Kaffir Mullah is called Al-Djmar Al-Aksa and they dominate in the Mosques forming their own sects such as Shia Sunni. That is why the Mosque for Muslims in Kabah is called "Masjid Al-Haraam" for the young natural tribal boys. That is, highly "Forbidden" and not "Highly Sacred", just the opposite of the Kaffir Mullahs. Thus, Muslims being the Sons of Allah, they are in Allah and Allah in them – Al-Haqq – ABSOLUTE TRUTH = GOSPEL – RIGHTEOUSNESS = HAQQEEKATT, they do not pray or fast but rather render the expositions of His Word, Al-Kalaam from the Most Sacred Book Al-Kitab written over their hearts by THEIR Father Allah. All the Glory to our Father in honour of our anointed Elder Brother Christ Jesus, who introduced to us our Father through His Word. We are solitary Christ from above in Christ Jesus, the True Vine planted by our Father Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc. PAWANN (REVELATION) ARANBHH (BEGINNING) SATGUR (SAT = THE BOTTOM LINE GOSPEL TRUTH, THE ROCK OVER WHICH THE TEMPLE OF GOD STANDS AND GUR MEANS TARIKA = FORMULA, WHICH IS LOGICAL REASONING THAT YOU YOURSELF HAVE TO DO) MATT (WISDOM OR WAY OF LIFE) WAILA (TIME); SHABD (END PRODUCT = NECTAR OF THE LOGICAL REASONING CALLED LOGO = HIS WORD) GURU = TEACHER; SURAT (COMMON SENSE) DHUNN CHAELA (A DEVOTED STUDENT). That is, the Gospel cannot be written down in ink on paper as the Scriptures, the Milk for the once-born babies is. Gospel is the Flesh of Jesus and Nanak or what came out of their mouth of them. In India, the crooks were imitating the Gospel and for this reason, Satguru Arjan Dev Ji got one written under his supervision in which every Saint and Satguru himself appeared and spoke that the Scribe Bhai Gurdass Ji sitting in another tent wrote. Each page was signed by Satguru Arjun Dev Ji. The one who was sent to get it bound diligently copied it and presented two Holy Books called Ad-Granth; Satguru Arjan Dev Ji rejected the copied version and said that the spiritually blind would read that copied version. So, these holy books in the Sikh Temples like the Bible are corrupted that the spiritually blind read and become drunken fanatics. John's baptism:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/johnsig.pdf Trinity: www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/trinity.pdf

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Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms

for Tuesday, October 13 of 2020 with Proverbs 13 and Psalm 13 accompanied by Psalm 22 for the 22nd day of Autumn and Psalm 137 for day 287 of the year

[Proverbs 13]

A wise child is attentive to his parents’ instruction,

but the mocker is deaf to correction.

A person eats well when he speaks wisely,

but the treacherous crave violence.

Those who guard their speech insure they will take another breath,

but those who talk without thinking guarantee their demise.

Slackers crave but have their fill of nothing,

but the hardworking desire and are completely satisfied.

The right-living will not tolerate any lie,

but wrongdoers come to shame and embarrassment.

Doing right keeps the innocent on the path of life,

but doing wrong is the downfall of the wicked.

One pretends he is wealthy but has nothing,

while another seems to be poor but has great wealth.

The rich are targeted and must ransom their lives,

but no one bothers to threaten the poor.

The light of the right-living brings joy as it burns brightly;

the lamp of a wrongdoer will be snuffed out.

Arrogance only produces arguments,

but wisdom accompanies those well advised.

Money earned hastily is easily lost,

but hard-earned money continues to grow.

Hope postponed grieves the heart;

but when a dream comes true, life is full and sweet.

The one who hates good counsel will reap failure and ruin,

but the one who reveres God’s instruction will be rewarded.

Wise instruction is a spring yielding a satisfied life;

those who follow it avoid the traps that lead to death.

Good sense brings blessing,

but the road of the treacherous is long and rough.

A clever person acquires knowledge and then acts on it;

but a fool advertises his folly for all to see.

An untrustworthy messenger stirs up trouble,

but a faithful emissary is curative balm.

A person who turns from correction faces poverty and shame,

but one who regards constructive criticism is well respected.

A dream fulfilled is the sweetness of life,

but abandoning evil is repulsive to fools.

One who walks with the wise becomes wise,

but whoever keeps company with fools only hurts himself.

Trouble eagerly pursues the sinner,

but success rewards the right-living.

A good person leaves an inheritance for his grandchildren,

but the wealth of the sinner is eventually passed on to the right-living.

Though the fields of the poor yield a bumper crop

in a land without justice, it is stolen out from under them.

Those who spare the rod of discipline hate their children,

but those who are quick to correct them show true love.

Those who do right have plenty to eat,

while those who do wrong go hungry.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 13 (The Voice)

[Psalm 13]

Prayer Turns Depression into Delight

For the Pure and Shining One, by King David

I’m hurting, Lord—will you forget me forever?

How much longer, Lord?

Will you look the other way when I’m in need?

How much longer must I cling to this constant grief?

I’ve endured this shaking of my soul.

So how much longer will my enemy have the upper hand?

It’s been long enough!

Take a good look at me, God, and answer me!

Breathe your life into my spirit.

Bring light to my eyes in this pitch-black darkness

or I will sleep the sleep of death.

Don’t let my enemy proclaim, “I’ve prevailed over him.”

For all my adversaries will celebrate when I fall.

Lord, I have always trusted in your kindness, so answer me.

I will yet celebrate with passion and joy

when your salvation lifts me up.

I will sing my song of joy to you, the Most High,

for in all of this you have strengthened my soul.

My enemies say that I have no Savior,

but I know that I have one in you!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 13 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 22]

A Prophetic Portrait of the Cross

For the Pure and Shining One

King David’s song of anguish

To the tune of “The Deer at the Dawning of the Day”

God, my God!

Why would you abandon me now?

Why do you remain distant,

refusing to answer my tearful cries in the day

and my desperate cries for your help in the night?

I can’t stop sobbing.

Where are you, my God?

Yet I know that you are most holy; it’s indisputable.

You are God-Enthroned, surrounded with songs,

living among the shouts of praise of your princely people.

Our fathers’ faith was in you—

through the generations they trusted and believed in you

and you came through.

Every time they cried out to you in their despair,

you were faithful to deliver them;

you didn’t disappoint them.

But look at me now; I am like a woeful worm,

crushed, and I’m bleeding crimson.

I don’t even look like a man anymore.

I’ve been abused, despised, and scorned by everyone!

Mocked by their jeers, despised with their sneers,

as all the people poke fun at me, spitting their insults,

saying, “Is this the one who trusted in God?

Is this the one who claims God is pleased with him?

Now let’s see if your God will come to your rescue!

We’ll just see how much he delights in you!”

Lord, you delivered me safely from my mother’s womb.

You are the one who cared for me ever since I was a baby.

Since the day I was born, I’ve been placed in your custody.

You’ve cradled me throughout my days.

I’ve trusted in you and you’ve always been my God.

So don’t leave me now; stay close to me!

For trouble is all around me and there’s no one else to help me.

I’m surrounded by many violent foes;

mighty forces of evil are swirling around me

who want to break me to bits and destroy me.

Curses pour from their mouths!

They’re like ravenous, roaring lions tearing their prey.

Now I’m completely exhausted; I’m spent.

Every joint of my body has been pulled apart.

My courage has vanished and

my inward parts have melted away.

I’m so thirsty and parched—dry as a bone.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

And now you’ve left me in the dust for dead.

They have pierced my hands and my feet.

Like a pack of wild dogs they tear at me,

swirling around me with their hatred.

They gather around me like lions to pin my hands and feet.

All my bones stick out.

Look at how they all gloat over me and stare!

With a toss of the dice they divide my clothes among themselves,

gambling for my garments!

Lord, my God, please don’t stay far away.

For you are my only might and strength.

Won’t you come quickly to my rescue?

Give me back my life.

Save me from this violent death.

Save my precious one and only

from the power of these demons!

Save me from all the power of the enemy,

from this roaring lion raging against me

and the power of his dark horde.

I will praise your name before all my brothers;

as my people gather I will praise you in their midst.

Lovers of Yahweh, praise him!

Let all the true seed of Jacob glorify him with your praises.

Stand in awe of him, all you princely people,

the offspring of Israel!

For he has not despised my cries of deep despair.

He’s my first responder to my sufferings,

and he didn’t look the other way when I was in pain.

He was there all the time, listening to the song of the afflicted.

You’re the reason for my praise; it comes from you and goes to you.

I will keep my promise to praise you before all who fear you

among the congregation of your people.

I will invite the poor and broken,

and they will come and eat until satisfied.

Bring Yahweh praise and you will find him.

Your hearts will overflow with life forever!

From the four corners of the earth,

the peoples of the world will remember and return to the Lord.

Every nation will come and worship him.

For the Lord is King of all, who takes charge of all the nations.

There they are! They’re worshiping!

The wealthy of this world will feast in fellowship with him

right alongside the humble of heart,

bowing down to the dust, forsaking their own souls.

They will all come and worship this worthy King!

His spiritual seed shall serve him.

Future generations will hear from us

about the wonders of the Sovereign Lord.

His generation yet to be born will glorify him.

And they will all declare, “It is finished!”

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 137]

By the rivers of Babylon,

we sat and wept

when we thought of Zion, our home, so far away.

On the branches of the willow trees,

we hung our harps and hid our hearts from the enemy.

And the men that surrounded us

made demands that we clap our hands and sing—

Songs of joy from days gone by,

songs from Zion, our home.

Such cruel men taunted us—haunted our memories.

How could we sing a song about the Eternal

in a land so foreign, while still tormented, brokenhearted, homesick?

Please don’t make us sing this song.

O Jerusalem, even still, don’t escape my memory.

I treasure you and your songs, even as I hide my harp from the enemy.

And if I can’t remember,

may I never sing a song again—

may my hands never play well again—

For what use would it be if I don’t remember Jerusalem

as my source of joy?

Remember, Eternal One, how the Edomites, our brothers, the descendants of Esau,

stood by and watched as Jerusalem fell.

Gloating, they said, “Destroy it;

tear it down to the ground,” when Jerusalem was being demolished.

O daughter of Babylon, you are destined for destruction!

Happy are those who pay you back for how you treated us

so you will no longer walk so proud.

Happy are those who dash your children against the rocks

so you will know how it feels.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 137 (The Voice)

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Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms

for Tuesday, September 22 of 2020 with Proverbs 22 and Psalm 22 accompanied by Psalm 1 for the 1st day of Autumn and Psalm 116 for day 266 of the year

[Proverbs 22]

A beautiful reputation is more to be desired than great riches,

and to be esteemed by others is more honorable

than to own immense investments.

The rich and the poor have one thing in common:

the Lord God created each one.

A prudent person with insight foresees danger coming

and prepares himself for it.

But the senseless rush blindly forward

and suffer the consequences.

Laying your life down in tender surrender before the Lord

will bring life, prosperity, and honor as your reward.

Twisted and perverse lives are surrounded by demonic influence.

If you value your soul, stay far away from them.

Dedicate your children to God

and point them in the way that they should go,

and the values they’ve learned from you will be with them for life.

If you borrow money with interest,

you’ll end up serving the interests of your creditors,

for the rich rule over the poor.

Sin is a seed that brings a harvest;

you’ll reap a heap of trouble with every seed you plant.

For your investment in sins pays a full return—

the full punishment you deserve!

When you are generous to the poor,

you are enriched with blessings in return.

Say goodbye to a troublemaker and you’ll say goodbye

to quarrels, strife, tension, and arguments,

for a troublemaker traffics in shame.

The Lord loves those whose hearts are holy,

and he is the friend of those whose ways are pure.

God passionately watches over

his deep reservoir of revelation-knowledge,

but he subverts the lies of those who pervert the truth.

A slacker always has an excuse for not working—

like “I can’t go to work. There’s a lion outside!

And murderers too!”

Sex with an adulteress is like falling into the abyss.

Those under God’s curse jump right in to their own destruction.

Although rebellion is woven into a young man’s heart,

tough discipline can make him into a man.

There are two kinds of people headed toward poverty:

those who exploit the poor

and those who bribe the rich.

[Sayings of the Wise Sages]

Listen carefully and open your heart.

Drink in the wise revelation that I impart.

You’ll become winsome and wise

when you treasure the beauty of my words.

And always be prepared to share them at the appropriate time.

For I’m releasing these words to you this day,

yes, even to you, so that your living hope

will be found in God alone,

for he is the only one who is always true.

Pay attention to these excellent sayings of three-fold things.

For within my words you will discover true and reliable revelation.

They will give you serenity so that you can reveal

the truth of the word of the one who sends you.

Never oppress the poor

or pass laws with the motive of crushing the weak.

For the Lord will rise to plead their case

and humiliate the one who humiliates the poor.

Walk away from an angry man

or you’ll embrace a snare in your soul

by becoming bad-tempered just like him.

Why would you ever guarantee a loan for someone else

or promise to be responsible for his debts?

For if you fail to pay you could lose your shirt!

The previous generation has set boundaries in place.

Don’t you dare move them just to benefit yourself.

If you are uniquely gifted in your work,

you will rise and be promoted.

You won’t be held back—

you’ll stand before kings!

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 22 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 22]

A Prophetic Portrait of the Cross

For the Pure and Shining One

King David’s song of anguish

To the tune of “The Deer at the Dawning of the Day”

God, my God!

Why would you abandon me now?

Why do you remain distant,

refusing to answer my tearful cries in the day

and my desperate cries for your help in the night?

I can’t stop sobbing.

Where are you, my God?

Yet I know that you are most holy; it’s indisputable.

You are God-Enthroned, surrounded with songs,

living among the shouts of praise of your princely people.

Our fathers’ faith was in you—

through the generations they trusted and believed in you

and you came through.

Every time they cried out to you in their despair,

you were faithful to deliver them;

you didn’t disappoint them.

But look at me now; I am like a woeful worm,

crushed, and I’m bleeding crimson.

I don’t even look like a man anymore.

I’ve been abused, despised, and scorned by everyone!

Mocked by their jeers, despised with their sneers,

as all the people poke fun at me, spitting their insults,

saying, “Is this the one who trusted in God?

Is this the one who claims God is pleased with him?

Now let’s see if your God will come to your rescue!

We’ll just see how much he delights in you!”

Lord, you delivered me safely from my mother’s womb.

You are the one who cared for me ever since I was a baby.

Since the day I was born, I’ve been placed in your custody.

You’ve cradled me throughout my days.

I’ve trusted in you and you’ve always been my God.

So don’t leave me now; stay close to me!

For trouble is all around me and there’s no one else to help me.

I’m surrounded by many violent foes;

mighty forces of evil are swirling around me

who want to break me to bits and destroy me.

Curses pour from their mouths!

They’re like ravenous, roaring lions tearing their prey.

Now I’m completely exhausted; I’m spent.

Every joint of my body has been pulled apart.

My courage has vanished and

my inward parts have melted away.

I’m so thirsty and parched—dry as a bone.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

And now you’ve left me in the dust for dead.

They have pierced my hands and my feet.

Like a pack of wild dogs they tear at me,

swirling around me with their hatred.

They gather around me like lions to pin my hands and feet.

All my bones stick out.

Look at how they all gloat over me and stare!

With a toss of the dice they divide my clothes among themselves,

gambling for my garments!

Lord, my God, please don’t stay far away.

For you are my only might and strength.

Won’t you come quickly to my rescue?

Give me back my life.

Save me from this violent death.

Save my precious one and only

from the power of these demons!

Save me from all the power of the enemy,

from this roaring lion raging against me

and the power of his dark horde.

I will praise your name before all my brothers;

as my people gather I will praise you in their midst.

Lovers of Yahweh, praise him!

Let all the true seed of Jacob glorify him with your praises.

Stand in awe of him, all you princely people,

the offspring of Israel!

For he has not despised my cries of deep despair.

He’s my first responder to my sufferings,

and he didn’t look the other way when I was in pain.

He was there all the time, listening to the song of the afflicted.

You’re the reason for my praise; it comes from you and goes to you.

I will keep my promise to praise you before all who fear you

among the congregation of your people.

I will invite the poor and broken,

and they will come and eat until satisfied.

Bring Yahweh praise and you will find him.

Your hearts will overflow with life forever!

From the four corners of the earth,

the peoples of the world will remember and return to the Lord.

Every nation will come and worship him.

For the Lord is King of all, who takes charge of all the nations.

There they are! They’re worshiping!

The wealthy of this world will feast in fellowship with him

right alongside the humble of heart,

bowing down to the dust, forsaking their own souls.

They will all come and worship this worthy King!

His spiritual seed shall serve him.

Future generations will hear from us

about the wonders of the Sovereign Lord.

His generation yet to be born will glorify him.

And they will all declare, “It is finished!”

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Passion Translation)

Book 1

The Genesis Psalms

Psalms of man and creation

The Tree of Life

[Psalm 1]

God’s blessings follow you and await you at every turn:

when you don’t follow the advice of those who delight in wicked schemes,

When you avoid sin’s highway,

when judgment and sarcasm beckon you, but you refuse.

For you, the Eternal’s Word is your happiness.

It is your focus—from dusk to dawn.

You are like a tree,

planted by flowing, cool streams of water that never run dry.

Your fruit ripens in its time;

your leaves never fade or curl in the summer sun.

No matter what you do, you prosper.

For those who focus on sin, the story is different.

They are like the fallen husk of wheat, tossed by an open wind, left deserted and alone.

In the end, the wicked will fall in judgment;

the guilty will be separated from the innocent.

Their road suddenly will end in death,

yet the journey of the righteous has been charted by the Eternal.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 1 (The Passion Translation / The Voice)

[Psalm 116]

I love God because he listened to me,

listened as I begged for mercy.

He listened so intently

as I laid out my case before him.

Death stared me in the face,

hell was hard on my heels.

Up against it, I didn’t know which way to turn;

then I called out to God for help:

“Please, God!” I cried out.

“Save my life!”

God is gracious—it is he who makes things right,

our most compassionate God.

God takes the side of the helpless;

when I was at the end of my rope, he saved me.

I said to myself, “Relax and rest.

God has showered you with blessings.

Soul, you’ve been rescued from death;

Eye, you’ve been rescued from tears;

And you, Foot, were kept from stumbling.”

I’m striding in the presence of God,

alive in the land of the living!

I stayed faithful, though bedeviled,

and despite a ton of bad luck,

Despite giving up on the human race,

saying, “They’re all liars and cheats.”

What can I give back to God

for the blessings he’s poured out on me?

I’ll lift high the cup of salvation—a toast to God!

I’ll pray in the name of God;

I’ll complete what I promised God I’d do,

and I’ll do it together with his people.

When they arrive at the gates of death,

God welcomes those who love him.

Oh, God, here I am, your servant,

your faithful servant: set me free for your service!

I’m ready to offer the thanksgiving sacrifice

and pray in the name of God.

I’ll complete what I promised God I’d do,

and I’ll do it in company with his people,

In the place of worship, in God’s house,

in Jerusalem, God’s city.

Hallelujah!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 116 (The Message)

[dfroza]

Today’s reading in the ancient book of Psalms

for Saturday, june 20 of 2020 with Psalm 20 accompanied by Psalm 94 for the transition of Spring into the first day of Summer at the point of its solstice with Psalm 1, and then Psalm 22 for day 172 of the year

[Psalm 20]

For the worship leader. A song of David.

May the Eternal’s answer find you, come to rescue you,

when you desperately cling to the end of your rope.

May the name of the True God of Jacob be your shelter.

May He extend hope and help to you from His holy sanctuary

and support you from His sacred city of Zion.

May He remember all that you have offered Him;

may your burnt sacrifices serve as a prelude to His mercy.

[pause]

May He grant the dreams of your heart

and see your plans through to the end.

When you win, we will not be silent! We will shout

and raise high our banners in the great name of our God!

May the Eternal say yes to all your requests.

I don’t fear; I’m confident that help will come to the one anointed by the Eternal:

heaven will respond to his plea;

His mighty right hand will win the battle.

Many put their hope in chariots, others in horses,

but we place our trust in the name of the Eternal One, our True God.

Soon our enemies will collapse and fall, never to return home;

all the while, we will rise and stand firm.

Eternal One, grant victory to our king!

Answer our plea for help.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 20 (The Voice)

[Psalm 94]

God, put an end to evil;

avenging God, show your colors!

Judge of the earth, take your stand;

throw the book at the arrogant.

God, the wicked get away with murder—

how long will you let this go on?

They brag and boast

and crow about their crimes!

They walk all over your people, God,

exploit and abuse your precious people.

They take out anyone who gets in their way;

if they can’t use them, they kill them.

They think, “God isn’t looking,

Jacob’s God is out to lunch.”

Well, think again, you idiots,

fools—how long before you get smart?

Do you think Ear-Maker doesn’t hear,

Eye-Shaper doesn’t see?

Do you think the trainer of nations doesn’t correct,

the teacher of Adam doesn’t know?

God knows, all right—

knows your stupidity,

sees your shallowness.

How blessed the man you train, God,

the woman you instruct in your Word,

Providing a circle of quiet within the clamor of evil,

while a jail is being built for the wicked.

God will never walk away from his people,

never desert his precious people.

Rest assured that justice is on its way

and every good heart put right.

Who stood up for me against the wicked?

Who took my side against evil workers?

If God hadn’t been there for me,

I never would have made it.

The minute I said, “I’m slipping, I’m falling,”

your love, God, took hold and held me fast.

When I was upset and beside myself,

you calmed me down and cheered me up.

Can Misrule have anything in common with you?

Can Troublemaker pretend to be on your side?

They ganged up on good people,

plotted behind the backs of the innocent.

But God became my hideout,

God was my high mountain retreat,

Then boomeranged their evil back on them:

for their evil ways he wiped them out,

our God cleaned them out for good.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 94 (The Message)

[Psalm 1]

Book 1

The Genesis Psalms

Psalms of man and creation

The Tree of Life

What delight comes to the one who follows God’s ways!

He won’t walk in step with the wicked,

nor share the sinner’s way,

nor be found sitting in the scorner’s seat.

His pleasure and passion is remaining true to the Word of “I Am,”

meditating day and night in the true revelation of light.

He will be standing firm like a flourishing tree

planted by God’s design,

deeply rooted by the brooks of bliss,

bearing fruit in every season of his life.

He is never dry, never fainting,

ever blessed, ever prosperous.

But how different are the wicked.

All they are is dust in the wind—

driven away to destruction!

The wicked will not endure the day of judgment,

for God will not defend them.

Nothing they do will succeed or endure for long,

for they have no part with those who walk in truth.

But how different it is for the righteous!

The Lord embraces their paths as they move forward

while the way of the wicked leads only to doom.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 1 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 22]

A Prophetic Portrait of the Cross

For the Pure and Shining One

King David’s song of anguish

To the tune of “The Deer at the Dawning of the Day”

God, my God!

Why would you abandon me now?

Why do you remain distant,

refusing to answer my tearful cries in the day

and my desperate cries for your help in the night?

I can’t stop sobbing.

Where are you, my God?

Yet I know that you are most holy; it’s indisputable.

You are God-Enthroned, surrounded with songs,

living among the shouts of praise of your princely people.

Our fathers’ faith was in you—

through the generations they trusted and believed in you

and you came through.

Every time they cried out to you in their despair,

you were faithful to deliver them;

you didn’t disappoint them.

But look at me now; I am like a woeful worm,

crushed, and I’m bleeding crimson.

I don’t even look like a man anymore.

I’ve been abused, despised, and scorned by everyone!

Mocked by their jeers, despised with their sneers,

as all the people poke fun at me, spitting their insults,

saying, “Is this the one who trusted in God?

Is this the one who claims God is pleased with him?

Now let’s see if your God will come to your rescue!

We’ll just see how much he delights in you!”

Lord, you delivered me safely from my mother’s womb.

You are the one who cared for me ever since I was a baby.

Since the day I was born, I’ve been placed in your custody.

You’ve cradled me throughout my days.

I’ve trusted in you and you’ve always been my God.

So don’t leave me now; stay close to me!

For trouble is all around me and there’s no one else to help me.

I’m surrounded by many violent foes;

mighty forces of evil are swirling around me

who want to break me to bits and destroy me.

Curses pour from their mouths!

They’re like ravenous, roaring lions tearing their prey.

Now I’m completely exhausted; I’m spent.

Every joint of my body has been pulled apart.

My courage has vanished and

my inward parts have melted away.

I’m so thirsty and parched—dry as a bone.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

And now you’ve left me in the dust for dead.

They have pierced my hands and my feet.

Like a pack of wild dogs they tear at me,

swirling around me with their hatred.

They gather around me like lions to pin my hands and feet.

All my bones stick out.

Look at how they all gloat over me and stare!

With a toss of the dice they divide my clothes among themselves,

gambling for my garments!

Lord, my God, please don’t stay far away.

For you are my only might and strength.

Won’t you come quickly to my rescue?

Give me back my life.

Save me from this violent death.

Save my precious one and only

from the power of these demons!

Save me from all the power of the enemy,

from this roaring lion raging against me

and the power of his dark horde.

I will praise your name before all my brothers;

as my people gather I will praise you in their midst.

Lovers of Yahweh, praise him!

Let all the true seed of Jacob glorify him with your praises.

Stand in awe of him, all you princely people,

the offspring of Israel!

For he has not despised my cries of deep despair.

He’s my first responder to my sufferings,

and he didn’t look the other way when I was in pain.

He was there all the time, listening to the song of the afflicted.

You’re the reason for my praise; it comes from you and goes to you.

I will keep my promise to praise you before all who fear you

among the congregation of your people.

I will invite the poor and broken,

and they will come and eat until satisfied.

Bring Yahweh praise and you will find him.

Your hearts will overflow with life forever!

From the four corners of the earth,

the peoples of the world will remember and return to the Lord.

Every nation will come and worship him.

For the Lord is King of all, who takes charge of all the nations.

There they are! They’re worshiping!

The wealthy of this world will feast in fellowship with him

right alongside the humble of heart,

bowing down to the dust, forsaking their own souls.

They will all come and worship this worthy King!

His spiritual seed shall serve him.

Future generations will hear from us

about the wonders of the Sovereign Lord.

His generation yet to be born will glorify him.

And they will all declare, “It is finished!”

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Passion Translation)

[nijjhar]

Why call Easter? East is the direction of the life-giving Sun and so tho... Why call Easter? East is the direction of the life-giving Sun and so those seeking God look forward to Christ Jesus. Beware of these Neo-Rabbis in Robes and Dog-Collars. They can't give your account to God. Holy Gospel of our Supernatural Father Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc., delivered by Jesus, the First Anointed Christ of the Most High living God Elohim that dwells within us called “Emmanuel”. He was the First Anointed Light from our Supernatural Father and Satguru = Christ Nanak, the Second Anointed and Greatest of all the Christs because he had to confront the Kings and Emperors of Darkness of Khatri tribal people against the people of Judah tribe, the Princes of Darkness that Jesus confronted. He came in 1469 and Preached Gospel to Perfection through Five more Lights for 150 years. Still the Darkness couldn’t be comprehended. Then, our Father Himself came in the name of Royal King = Sache Patshah Gobind Rai Ji with His Consort, Shakti, Holy Spirit in the name of “Maha Devan” to sort out the stubborn sons of Satan with sword power. Sons have no authority to take the life but our Father and His Philanthropic Soldiers of Akal Purakh, Khalsas, the Puritans do have. Why Call Easter? In Jesus, we have one Father and the Rabbis used to love being addressed as Fathers. Jesus got rid of all the intermediary between Man and God and replaced the Temple and village Rabbis with His Word called Logo that you Brew through logical reasoning. So, anybody who stands between man and God is Anti-Christ and in Jesus, we have the Fellowship of the Royal Priests. Everyone is to give his own account to God. Before the Rabbis used to give the account of sins to Yahweh. These Neo-Rabbis in Churches are the creation of Messianic Jews. Christ Philip said, "In winter, the times of the Rabbis when people performed "works" for re-incarnation, they sowed the "Seed of Karma" for to be born a human being, the top of creation of Yahweh, Brahma, Khudah, etc., the Potter. And in Summer, the present time of Christ = Sun, we ripen the fruit of Karma by Preaching Gospel of our Supernatural Father Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc. from our own hearts through logical reasoning in the company of two or three Royal Priests sitting together discussing what Jesus had said. Christs, the Royal priests are ordained by the grace of our Father and they are set free of the Scriptures or Milk, the Jewish leaven. We do not believe the Scriptures that are corruptible but our own heart's capability to reason logically called intuition.e Robed and Dog-Collared hireling Judas Iscariots, Thiefs, the Anti-Christs. Priests used to take Tithe whilst the Royal Priests give to the Church of God headed by Christ Jesus and not steal money from the Purse of the Church. This is a good test for the Royal Priests and ask these Neo-Rabbis in Robes and Dog-Collars, what they do for living as Paul was a Tent maker. Finally, our living Supernatural Father is for the living in holy spirit = common sense people like the tax collectors and the atheist sinners because they won’t go to the Synagogue to listen to the babbler Rabbi and the Rabbis proclaimed them sinners for breaking the Moses’ Law. Thus, the Gospel is not for the dead in letters university Professors of Theology that I call super donkeys carrying the Holy Books. Samaritan woman at well John 4 was Saint Photina and these dead in letter theologians call her a prostitute. In support, Christ Jesus said in the Parable of the Budding Fig Tree is a parable for living in holy spirit and not the dead in letters told by Jesus in the New Testament, found in Matthew 24:32-35, Mark 13:28-31, and Luke 21:29-33. This parable, about the Royal Kingdom of God, involves a living fig tree, as does the equally brief parable of the barren fig tree with beautiful leaves as the Temple was but no fruit. All this is summarised in the Sun Flower who turns around to greet the rising Sun, the Christ, Light of this Dark Age so that you do not stumble as you do in Darkness of the Rabbis and these Neo- Rabbis. And he told them a parable: "Look at the fig tree, and all the trees; as soon as they come out in leaf, you see for yourselves and know that the summer is already near. So also, when you see these things taking place, you know that the Royal kingdom of God is near. Truly, I say to you, this generation will not pass away till all has taken place. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away." Luke 21:29-33, RSV Prayer and fasting Anti-Christ:- Matt 9v14-15:-   https://youtu.be/aXC5l9i8B1I Four Communities of Religion - One God One Faith:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/FourCom.htm Hajj www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/faithfat.pdf Punjabi http://youtu.be/9DqMvO1hb0U website:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Youtbe.htm Flesh + soul = Once-born natural Disciple of the Rabbis Flesh + soul + spirit = Twice-born sensible Labouring son of God John's baptism:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/johnsig.pdf Trinity:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/trinity.pdf