Several weeks ago I had a discussion with my son about gentile believers going to the synagogue to hear God’s Word so they can be a light for Yeshua. His question was, “What would a small synagogue of 50 think of 1000s upon 1000s of Messianic gentiles standing outside asking to hear God’s Word? Wouldn’t they want to know why? Wouldn’t that be a great opportunity to share Yeshua with his brothers and sisters?” What a concept! Our denominational ideologies have not only divided us from each other, but our church doctrines keep us out of the very place God-fearing gentiles used to go: the synagogue.
Today I woke up with the song, I Can Only Imagine repeating over and over in my mind. I thought of the conversation with my son and created some new words.
Imagine Unity of Faith
I can only imagine what it would be like if all who have been called out of darkness would gather together at a Passover seder centered on the Light.
I can only imagine what it would be like if all who have been set free from sin and death would throw out the lump of leaven and live the life of the Sinless One.
I can only imagine what it would be like if all who cry out, ‘He is Risen’ were waving a Firstfruits grain offering to their glorious High Priest.
I can only imagine what it would be like if all those who speak in tongues were speaking the Spirit of Truth declaring Yeshua to the nations.
I can only imagine what it would be like if all who blissfully believed they will be removed from this earth blew the shofar on Yom Teruah inviting the Savior to return to this earth.
I can only imagine what it would be like if those who judge Israel and the Jewish people for killing their Christ prayed on Day of Atonement so ‘all Israel would be saved.’
I can only imagine what it would be like if those who believed they are part of a Temple built of living stones would temporarily dwell in a sukkah for eight days to proclaim the coming Messianic Temple.
I can only imagine what it would be like if every God-fearing gentile who trusted in Jesus (Yeshua) gathered at community synagogue on the Sabbath thirsty to hear the teachings and instructions of the God of Israel that come not from Rome or the Vatican, but from Mt. Tzion and Jerusalem.
I believe Yeshua’s brothers and sisters would want his salvation, the Father would hear the shofar blasts, the earth would shake and the dead would rise, there would be a Wedding Feast (Passover) like never before with everyone speaking a heavenly language.
I can ONLY imagine because seders and lumps of leaven been replaced with a Friday called ‘good’. Firstfruits have been traded for Istar’s pork roast. Tongues have turned the nations into people possessed with familiar spirits. Shofars remain silent on the ‘appointed times.’ The brothers and sisters of Yeshua remain lost, their country boycotted and judged as ‘not the Israel of the Bible,’ and the promised Kingdom that is desired lingers longer.
I can only imagine what it will be like when the High Priest rules from Jerusalem with his royal priesthood, when all nations come to Jerusalem for the Feast of Tabernacles and every man invites his neighbor to sit under his own vine and fig tree, when the Bridegroom sits with His Bride at the Wedding Feast with countless guests from every nation, tribe and tongue, when the Sabbath is eternal and yod-hey-vav-hey dwells with mankind forever in the New Jerusalem.
I can only imagine.
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