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The Poetic Megillah

A long time ago in the Persian far east

A King named Ahasuherus gave a great feast.

He wanted Queen Vashti to dance for his friends, 

But she refused to perform and her reign quickly ends.

When he realizes the loss of not having a Queen

He goes about getting a new one for the scene.

He called for young girls to be brought to his place

So he could choose one with a beautiful face.

A Jewish young woman lived in the city

Everyone knew that Hadassah was pretty

Uncle Mordechai, a Jewish man too,

Came up with a plan so they would know what to do. 

When the King’s men came to Susa one morning,

Mordechai gave Hadassah a serious warning:

“Don’t let anyone know that you are a Jew

We must keep this secret between us two.

Your name will be Esther, Persian for ‘star’

No matter what happens remain the person you are.”

Esther and her servants all did their duty

Baths in special oils to enhance her beauty.

The time came for Esther to meet the King

When she went to see him she didn’t take anything.

The King fell in love with Esther the ‘star’

Her radiance was more than any so far

Her heart was so different from any he’d seen

That he crowned Esther his special new Queen.

Mordechai heard of a plan to poison the King

He told palace friends about the bad scheme.

He saved the life of Ahasuherus that day

But created an enemy in another way.

In the King’s court was a man named Haman

Who wanted everyone to bow and say, ‘Hey Man!’

Mordechai refused to bow as Haman rode by. 

His G-d is HaShem not a man riding high. 

He stood straight and tall firm in his belief

Refusing to honor ‘the mean’ Haman chief. 

To destroy Mordechai, the honorable Jew

Haman ‘the mean’ planned something quite shrewd.

He threw out some ‘lots’ to choose a date for his war

The day and the month was the 13th Adar

He sealed the decree with the King’s signet ring

And smiled at the thought of the deaths it would bring.

Mordechai found out about the death threat

But, he wasn’t ready to be dead yet

He asked Esther to talk to the King

But she said it would be too frightening.

Mordechai told her there was a great plan

To save every Jewish tribe and clan.

“For such a time as this” you have come to be Queen

To save our people from Haman ‘the mean.’”

She wanted the people to pray and fast

Her Uncle went and did what she asked

She prayed and fasted three days and nights

Then prepared to tell the King of her plight. 

The humble Queen Esther entered the court

Hoping the King would not cut her life short.

He loved her so much he held out his rod

Accepted her invite with his own special nod. 

Esther’s first feast Haman ‘the mean’ found amusing.

The King found the second invite very confusing.

It interrupted his sleep so he read about one

Who saved his life and needed a ‘Well done!’

The King asked advice of Haman ‘the mean’

Who suggested something that would make himself seen.

The King told Haman to run and to do

Everything he suggested for Mordechai, the Jew.

Dressed in the king’s robes he rode the royal horse

With Haman ‘the mean’ yelling tribute until he was hoarse.

While the King and Haman enjoyed a second meal

Esther told the King about ‘mean’ Haman’s deal.

The Jews she told him were destined to perish

And she was one of them, the Queen that he cherished.

The King became angry that Haman would kill

Those in his Kingdom who were full of goodwill

He got rid of ‘mean’ Haman and took back his ring

And gave it to Mordechai who had saved the King.

Using the power of the King’s signet seal

Mordechai the Jew created a new deal.

This one allowed the Jews to fight

So they could remain alive and all right. 

We thank the King who loved the Jews

And cheer for Mordechai who won his due.

We “oooh” and “ahhhh” for Esther the Queen

And always we ‘boo’ Haman ‘the mean.’

Mordechai the Jew and Esther the Queen

Set aside this day and called it Purim.

We celebrate the victory and take food to the poor

And eat Hamentashen, may I please have one more?

Happy Purim!

Bubbe’s Hanukkah Poem

This is a poem I wrote for my grandson’s first Hanukkah.

The Woman’s Tichel

This is the most beautiful explanation for wearing a head covering (by a woman and not a man) that I have ever heard. It does represent who I am in Yeshua as His Bride.

The first time I put one on my head I felt like a Queen, a Princess, part of the Royal Priesthood. Since I have no issue with the mitzvah (and holding to the tradition spoken of by Paul in 1 Corinthians 11), I join with this young woman in being a ‘proud Jewish woman’. After all, my Bridegroom is Jewish and everything in his life – past, present, and future – will someday be mine in its totality. Like this lovely woman, I don’t mind ‘sticking out’ though I did feel more ‘at home’ and ‘accepted’ in Israel than I’ve ever felt anywhere else while covering.

She mentioned Numbers 5 (B’Midbar) where the woman’s tichel was removed while determining if she was an adultress.  I actually had a pastor tear mine off my head and call me a gypsy.  In essence he was saying that according to Torah that I was an unfaithful wife! This woman expresses the humiliation I felt like no one else.

It is halacha, a way to walk out a life of faith through an incredible expression, and I’m honored to be walking with her.  More importantly, it is the halacha of women who are especially betrothed to Yeshua, our Bridegroom, a testimony of their faithfulness to him.

A Son’s Blessing on His Brother

“The children born when one is young are like arrows in the hand of a warrior” (Psalm 127:4 ).

The most important goal that I had for my children while I was raising them was to teach and train them using the Scriptures so they would be prepared for life now and the life to come.  Spiritual training was more than rote memorization of Bible verses, it was learning how to employ spiritual truths to an everyday walk of faith.  Faith is a difficult seed to plant, water and grow just like teaching edification of one another.

As the keeper of the home and teacher to my children, one of my goals was to create a family unit that honestly loved and care for one another.  To have children who knew their identity was in the God who created them to be and not what others thought them to be.   Though many may not believe this, there was not much sibling rivalry in our home because I did not allow it – ever.   My children learned early that their brothers and sisters were their friends, the only friends they would have throughout their lives.  Consequently, they were to treat one another as they wanted to be treated.

My sons were taught to treat their sisters as they would future wives and my daughters were taught to treat their brothers like future husbands.  There was no boy/girl rough housing  and the statement ‘boys will be boys’ never entered the scenario.   Boys need to be trained to grow into gentlemen while girls need to be trained to be young women.   I really didn’t care what others said over the past 28 years while I raised my children and today,  I still really don’t care.   My sons have grown into young men with integrity  and compassionate, giving hearts.  They are not overgrown boys who lack self control and feel entitled to a free life.   My daughters have become women of character and generosity.  They are not little flirts who tease young men or behave like spoiled divas.

Today is my oldest son’s birthday.  He’s 27  (not 28 as I keep thinking).  My younger son who is  8 years younger wrote him this message on Facebook.  I share my son’s words to encourage those who trod the narrow path differently from the rest of the world. Those who make difficult choices that separate you and your children from close friendships and consistent fellowship.  Those of you who wonder if what you’re doing is the best thing for your children when others say it’s not.  Those of you who should never give up, never surrender.   Though the words my son wrote have nothing to do with me, these arrows born in my youth have blessed me double today.

“Today I want to wish a very happy birthday to one of the greatest role models in my life. It always seems like whenever I am making different choices in life, I find myself asking what this person would do. He is always there for me with much wisdom and great advice and has helped me to understand how to be a better man all around. It is true that children imitate and reenact the actions of the older people in their life, and I am glad that as I was growing up I had this person to demonstrate the importance of faith, a strong power of will, respectable behavior, and an unfailing work ethic. This honorable man, who is a depiction of what all God fearing men should be like, is my big brother! Happy birthday Jesse Almanrode!”

©January 28, 2014 Tentstake Ministries Publishing, all rights reserved.  No copying or reproducing of this article without crediting the author or Tentstake Ministries Publishing. 

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