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A Day at the Museum – February 10

Another beautiful, sunny, warm day in Jerusalem – and it’s winter! The wonderful pastries we bought last night from a vendor in the Jewish Quarter turned out to be NOT sweet. The round one that looked like a cinnamon roll was actually a pizza roll and the one that we thought was berry filled was actually filled with mushrooms. Arochet boker (breakfast) was a little more arochet erev (dinner) than we expected. But, food is food when you’re hungry, it’s morning and you have a full day of events to accomplish before the setting sun.

We took our car on this day’s adventures because the two museums we wanted to visit were close by. The first one, the Israel Museum has The Shrine of the Book and the model of the Second Temple. The Shrine of the Book is where the Dead Sea Scrolls are on display. I had waited for some profound moment in Jerusalem and walking into the room where the scroll of Isaiah is on display, I had my moment.

The first verse I ever learned as a child came from Isaiah 40:8, “The grass withers and the flower fades, but the Word of the Lord stands forever.” Here, right in front of me was an ancient scroll of Isaiah with the Words of the Lord that had stood the test of time. Tears came to my eyes as I walked around the scroll stopping every step to absorb the enormity of the Hebrew letters written so long ago by a scribe in Qumran. Words that were so cherished by the Essenes that they had been put in a clay jar for preservation. Much of Isaiah is prophetic about the days to come. Stop and consider (selah): to find a scroll nearly intact holding the words of prophecy for the end of days to be found in 1948 as Israel became a nation after thousands of years of exile …. Perhaps that’s why my heart was so overwhelmed.

The significance of the Dead Sea Scrolls is that they prove beyond all doubt, that the Hebrew Scriptures we have today are almost entirely without error. Each scroll that was found was compared to the modern texts and there were few, if any differences. The find also makes the Hebrew Scriptures older than all other religious texts because the Dead Sea Scrolls agree with the Septuagint (Hebrew Scriptures translated into Greek) written hundreds of years before the common era (B.C.E.).

From the Shrine of the Book, we walked a few yards to the small scale model of Jerusalem during the Second Temple period. This would have been the size of the city when Yeshua came to Jerusalem. The Temple is where Yeshua would have gone when he was 12 years old for one of the ‘appointed times’. The Solomon’s Colonnade and Temple Courts would have been where he taught, reasoned with the teachers of Torah, and over turned the money changers tables.

Our second museum for the day was Yad Vashem or The Holocaust Museum. The name speaks for itself and comes from Isaiah 56:5: “… to them I will give within my temple and its walls  a memorial and a name  better than sons and daughters; I will give them an everlasting name that will endure forever.”

After entering the compound of memorials, we walked down the Avenue of the Righteous. This is a walkway with trees planted on either side in memorial to those ‘righteous gentiles’ who were willing to give their lives to protect and save Jewish people from the horrors of the Holocaust. We saw names from every country in Europe: Belgium, Netherlands, Denmark, and Sweden. The one name we wanted to find was from Holland, Corrie Ten Boom. Her tree was smaller than all the others because the year that she passed away, her original tree died.  The reason I included Denmark and Danish righteous is because my husband’s grandfather emigrated to the United States from Denmark.  Denmark was one country that did whatever it could to save Jews from the Germans.  There was a quote along side a small boat that was used to smuggle Jews out of Denmark that said, “Who is a Jew?  All we see are human beings.”

From the Avenue of the Righteous we went into the Hall of Remembrance. It is required for all men to wear a kippah and everyone is to remain silent. The room is a large square. The walk way is raised above the floor.

The floor below is painted black. The Hebrew and English names of the death camps are embossed in black around the floor. An eternal flame burns in a black sculpture that reminded me of a wood furnace or stove. A box below the flame holds some cremated remains brought from the death camps. To stand in silence and read the names of the Triblinka and Auschwitz and Bergen Belzen while the flame burns silences the soul. Selah

The last place we wanted to visit was the Hall of Names. This is where every name of every person who died in a concentration camp is recorded. In order to reach that Hall, we had to go through a ‘walk of history’ from the pre-war events that alerted those who had the money to emigrate to other countries until the post-war restoration of Israel. To stop and read and listen to everything presented in the different rooms would have been sensory overload and taken days, but at those places we stopped to read or listen to a survivor tell about his or her childhood brought to light more truth and pain about those days.

Diary pages of young people who had dreams of traveling the world and photographs of young married couples who had their lives ahead of them filled the walls. Personal items showed the defilement of a human culture. The piles of silver menorahs and kiddush cups and Pesach seder plates revealed the greed of the Germans. The floor case filled with the various shoes of murdered children made me stop and stare. There were tennis-type shoes, Sabbath-best shoes, flat shoes, holey shoes, but all black shoes. Bits and pieces of clothing were hanging on different walls along with portraits and newspaper clippings.

There was a cattle train car that carried people to their deaths and near the end was a small boat retrieved from Denmark that floated people to life. There was a model of a gas chamber and the ‘walk of death’ that each man, woman, and child took until the end of their lives. In the middle of the pain and sorrow there were tales of kindness and deliverance as those years touched everyone whether they lived, died or rescued those destined for the gas chambers.

The final room was shaped like a big tube about 30 feet high. Around the walls of the tube, from top to bottom were shelves and shelves filled with volumes of books listing the names of the six million men, women and children who died in the Holocaust. In the center was a tube filled with photographs of those listed in the books. A small walkway went around the center tube. In front of you were the photos and behind you were the volumes of books. Below the center tube was a deep, dark pool of water that seemed to go into an abyss.

When we entered the museum, there was a place to register someone you may know who died during the war. Though there were more volumes than anyone could count, there were still empty shelves waiting for new names for memorial.

My daughter didn’t want to visit the memorial. She said she didn’t like to think about the Nazis and the horror and pain they inflicted on innocent people. I reminded her several times that we were not there to be horrified, but to read the names of people who had died. By saying their name out loud, or thinking their name in your head, by standing for one minute in front of their name, they are no longer forgotten. If for one second, you remember one person, the memorial has served its purpose.

The entrance to the Hall of Names had a quote. Though I can’t remember it exactly, the woman said that we are to remember that they didn’t have the strength of will to go through what they did because they were human just like each of us. Selah

From the Holocaust Museum, we made our way back to the apartment so we could do final shopping in the Old City. Once inside the Jaffa Gate (and yes, every time we entered or exited we touched the mezzuah), we quickly went to Christ Church Guest House where they have a coffee shop. We were all wanting another mocha!

We started our shopping spree by going down David’s Street. Because we had spent so much time in the Old City with all the vendors, we knew exactly what we were looking for and avoided all the vender ‘in your face’ buying and selling. I would love to tell y’all what we bought, but if my children read this, they will know how awesome we are as parents! Suffice it to say, we found more than we ‘bargained for’ in a little shop with another Brasilian. So, instead of buying and selling in Hebrew, we both tried our Portuguese. This young man’s father is Arab and his mother is Brasilian. He speaks English (very well), Hebrew, French, Arabic, and a little Portuguese. We had a great time in his shop laughing and mixing three languages together. My husband shared a Turkish coffee with him and we learned about smoking hukkah which my son will be pleased to hear. I’m sure Baha was elated when we left his shop because we bought just about everything we wanted in his store and spent a lot of shekelim!

The last item on my Jerusalem itinerary was to watch the sun set from the Haas Promenade. We didn’t have much time after shopping as the sun was beginning to set so we grabbed a taxi to get to the promenade. We arrived at the perfect moment at the end of the day. Just as I was told, “When you see the sun set over Jerusalem, you understand why it’s called “Jerusalem of Gold.”

Psalm 137:4-6 “How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land? If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill. May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.”

©2014 Tentstake Ministries

The Dead Sea and Salt Pillars – February 9

When we travel, we like to rent apartments through airbnb.  We do this because in many ways it’s less expensive than hotels, but we also enjoy being ‘in the culture’ and meeting people.  This time we decided to rent a car rather than be completely dependent on public transportation and taxis.  From our arrival in Jerusalem, we had our car parked several blocks away because there is no free parking nearby – one of the misrepresentations of this particular place.  It wouldn’t be terribly bad except that my husband followed the host to the street, parked our car, and then she brought him back to the apartment.  Having been in Jerusalem about 20 minutes, he couldn’t remember where she took him.  Walking to find a car that you drove to park in a city you don’t know, well, you get the picture.  He became quite lost and it took him a long time to find our car.  

Finally with our car again, we left Jerusalem as early.  My itinerary was a full day trip to Masada, En Gede, a Dead Sea float, and Qumran which if we were in high tourist season could not have done,

We are using WAZE to find our way to and from places in our car.  For those of you who don’t know, WAZE was created by Israelis and then sold to Google.  It works perfectly when our international data package works.  However, on our way back to our apartment, we missed a turn and found ourselves maneuvering through tiny streets filled with vehicles trying to weave in and out of each other.  At one point, we were actually in a tight predicament and a van driver looked at my husband and said, “You go, I can’t!”  It was actually kind of funny being lost and confused.

Only minutes after leaving Jerusalem, we were in the Judean wilderness.  I’m not sure what I thought before as wilderness, but wilderness is barren, barren, barren.  There were a few bedouin shacks and flocks on the hills though it didn’t appear there was much for grazing.  In the evening light, when we returned, we could see that the hillsides were dotted with small grass shoots.

The road out of Jerusalem descends toward the Dead Sea.  There were signs that marked meters above sea level, sea level and below sea level.  The Dead Sea itself is  1,401 feet below sea level giving new meaning to being ‘under the sea.’  The views of the Dead Sea were breathtaking with the layer of fog covering that would eventually burn off.

About  1 1/2 hours later, we arrived at Masada.  Metzada means ‘stronghold’ or ‘fortress’ and is located on the top of a rock plateau on the eastern side of the Judean wilderness.   King Herod the Great built palaces for himself on the mountain with patios, courtyards, bath houses, cisterns and an aquaduct system,  and massive storage rooms for food.   Masada is where, according to the Jewish historian Josephus,  Jewish rebels fled to escape the destruction of Jerusalem in A.D. 70.  Roman soldiers came to the fortress and built a ramp on the western side.  Before they could breech the wall and take the Jewish families hostage, 960 people cast lots to determine who would kill whom and who would die last. David used this same stronghold as a hideout when trying to protect himself and his armies from King Saul.

1 Samuel 23:14 “David stayed in the wilderness strongholds and in the hills of the Desert of Ziph. Day after day Saul searched for him, but God did not give David into his hands.”

2 Samuel 23:14  “At that time David was in the stronghold, and the Philistine garrison was at Bethlehem.”

We were some of the first people to arrive at Masada and were the only ones on the cable car to make the ascent and the descent.   There is the Snake Path that may be hiked to the top, but we did not have the time.  There were quite a few people making that trek with bottles of water and protective hats from the rising sun.   After days of walking around the stony streets of Jerusalem, our sore feet probably wouldn’t have made the hike and we were thankful they installed a cable car in 1994.

Some of the remains at the top are incredibly preserved making it possible to imagine what it was like to live and work on top of this rock.  From the bath houses with their ingenious steam rooms and preserved frescos to the synagogue where there were alcoves to raise doves for food  to the gaping hole where the Romans breached the wall to find hundreds of people dead, Masada is definitely a place filled with history.  Of course, the views of the Dead Sea from the top are in themselves worth the trip.

Our next stop was En Gedi.  En Gedi is an oasis in the desert.  It was another hideout for David.  King Solomon compares his beloved to the henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.  Ezekiel speaks of En Gedi having fish like in the Mediterranean.  I read that prophecy and wonder if someday, the Dead Sea will come alive with life.  King Solomon compares his beloved to the henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.

1 Samuel 23:29 “And David went up from there and lived in the strongholds of En Gedi.”

Ezekiel 47:10 “Fishermen will stand along the shore; from En Gedi to En Eglaim there will be places for spreading nets. The fish will be of many kinds—like the fish of the Mediterranean Sea.”

Song of Solomon 1:14 “My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.”

We didn’t see any vineyards at En Gedi, but we did see a lot of trees, dwarfed shrubs and lots of flowing waterfalls.   We also hiked with hundreds of school children on a field trip.  The first group we passed, a group of teenage boys,  began yelling at us to take their photo.  We stopped and took several and they they said, ‘We want money’ in their broken English.  We laughed and told them they needed to pay us for taking their photo.  They were just excited to use their English skills.   At times it was quite congested on the short path to David’s Waterfall.  Girls, young girls, and lots of young girls, were singing loudly as they hiked along the narrow trail.  At the pools of water, they jumped in with their long black skirts and blue T-shirts and snapped hundreds of photos of each other.    They had wet shoes, wet hair, wet clothes and just kept on singing.  I overheard one of the teachers say that she was ready to be back on the bus!  I could imagine since we expected En Gedi to be a QUIET oasis.  When we finally made it to David’s Waterfall, there was a group of older students climbing on rocks and taking selfies.   It was very loud there because when you are in a cave-like setting, the sound echoes from everywhere.

As we were hiking out, there was a man sitting on a rock and he looked at me with an exasperated look.  I said laughingly, “Shechet” meaning “Quiet please” or a little more boldy “Shut up.”   He responded, “Yes, and I’m the teacher!”  We offered our condolences.  He laughed and stood to talk with us.  He introduced us to a young boy who is the youngest soccer referee in Israel and one of the smartest students in the school.  A few other students stopped to talk with us because they wanted to practice their several years of English study.  The teacher invited us to come visit him in the south near Gaza in Ashkelon if we head south.   He explained that there are bombs that go off, but they aren’t smart and generally miss everything.  On this particular trip, we aren’t heading south, but perhaps one day we will.

We began our hike out ahead of every student group which allowed us to enjoy En Gedi with a little more silence.  We could actually hear the waterfalls and trickles of streams as we walked.  In a few places there was so much shade that we would stop and drink in the coolness of the air.  We talked about how nice it was they had rock steps up and down and how in the days of David, there weren’t such luxuries.  My husband commented, “Yes, but David was a man of great strength, a warrior.  He was probably very adept at climbing these rocks quickly.”  True. True.

The hike down took about 15 minutes without all the ‘traffic.’  We were blessed to see two Ibex.

Our Dead Sea Experience

This section has its own title because our experience in the Dead Sea was not the normal one or the one you see on travel brochures.   I spent months preparing our itinerary.  I searched and searched for the best place to float in the Dead Sea.  I decided on a place call Mineral Springs.   We weren’t really interested in a spa or even a mud bath, but just floating in the salt water.

When we passed the sign for Mineral Springs on our way to Masada, it didn’t look like anything existed there and I became a little concerned.  At Masada, we asked the cable car control girl where she thought the best place was to go into the Dead Sea.  She said, “En Gedi”.  I had read that it was expensive which was one reason I decided on Mineral Springs, but we took her advice.  We crossed the road from the oasis, paid the parking fee and went into En Gedi’s Dead Sea public swimming area.

It was kind of run down and we even had to pay a few shekels to use the bathroom and changing facilities.  Then, we put on our havianas (Brasilian flip flops) and headed down to … well, not really a beach, but a steep rocky hill.  A few people were floating in the water, but only a few.  The sea appeared quite rough and there were a lot of waves crashing into the edge of the hillside.  It didn’t look inviting to swim, but hey, we wanted to float on the Dead Sea.

My husband and daughter headed down from the hillside into the water first.  Okay, here’s the reality of where we were.  As the water crashed like a sea and oozed back, there were these little salt reefs that needed to be crossed.  These salt reefs are the hardened minerals and are sharp as razor blades.  Yes, sharp as razor blades.  So, we are in bare feet (no brochure even suggested flip flops or sandals) with waves crashing against us while trying to steady ourselves on razor blades.

The sign at the top of the hill said to wade into the water to your knees and then float.  It also said that if you swallow any water at all, seek medical help from a life guard immediately.  So, high waves, walking on razor blades, and if you blow it, you will swallow water and die?

Well, we went into the Dead Sea, tried to float with the turbulent waves and then allowed the current to roll us back into the shore cutting our hands, feet, legs, you name it on the razor sharp salt reefs.  It was NOT fun.  We tried to seek some medical help for our cuts, but they only gave us water and paper towels.  I wondered what they would actually do if you swallowed a gallon of water!  We wanted and needed showers (paid money again), but the water was freezing cold and the salt burnt the bloody body parts.  We rinsed as much as  we could and left the scene.  Believe it or not, we were laughing at the experience because it was our personal adventure at the Dead Sea.

As we came upon the entrance, we decided to stop at Mineral Springs to see how different it was from En Gedi.  It was definitely different with a long walkway to the beach and smaller waves.  When we showed some of the workers our wounds, they immediately sent us to a paramedic who wrapped my husband’s foot and ankle.  My daughter’s wounds were not in places she wanted a young Israeli man to see so she just took a few band aids.   I just wanted to go back to our apartment as the whole event became embarrassing.  As he cleaned our wounds, he asked how we got them.  We described our experience at En Gedi.  His response:  “En Gedi is a very dangerous place.  You should have come here.”

Moral of the story.  1.  Stick to the plan.  2. For those who go to the Dead Sea NOT on a tour, go to a resort and pay the money for mud and a spa at Mineral Springs.  They were such kind people and I know they felt sorry for us as we looked like victims of a serious crime.  I’m laughing as I write this, just so you know.

Zechariah 14:1-10  “On that day living water will flow out from Jerusalem, half of it east to the Dead Sea and half of it west to the Mediterranean Sea, in summer and in winter.”

From Mineral Springs we continued north along the Dead Sea to Qumran.  In 1947-48, the Dead Sea Scrolls were found in clay jars in a Qumran cave by a bedouin shepherd.  The scrolls included extra-biblical texts as well as parts of every book of the Bible except Nehemiah and Esther.  Nearly the entire scroll of Isaiah was found as we know it today. It is interesting that Isaiah’s scroll contains a lot of end times prophecies and was found in the ‘end times.’

There are many archaeological ruins at Qumran from a sect of Jewish who men lived there.  They were known as the Essenes and lived a pure life away from the evils of the world.  They kept a separate calendar than the priests in Jerusalem because they felt they understood the days and times better than the priests.  Most importantly, they put so much value on the Scriptures that when they knew the Romans were going to destroy everything, they hid their scrolls in the clay jars for protection.  The jars remained hidden for nearly 2000 years.  The hidden scrolls are nearly identical to the modern scrolls.  This makes the Hebrew Scriptures the oldest known Scriptures.  It also means that those who say ‘there have been many changes over the centuries’ are wrong.  Though there may be some different nuances, the Scriptures match.

Our little visit to Qumran would not be complete if I didn’t tell you about the Israeli Defense Soldiers we followed around.  There were about 75 of them taking a tour of Qumran, and since there were only three of us, we followed their tour.   When the tour was over, we were all in the food court buying drinks.  My daughter and I saw a type of drink we had in Brasil and I was trying to remember how to say the word.  Even in Brasil, I confused the word for ‘passion fruit’  with a city in the Bahia.  So, I’m trying to say ‘maracuja’ and am mixing with it with ‘Aracaju’ when this IDF soldier says, “You’re right.  It’s maracuja.”  I look at him and ask, “You speak Portuguese?”  He says, “I’m Brasilian.  So, once again, I’m speaking Portuguese with a Brasilian in Israel.  He was from Rio de Janeiro and his family made aliyah.  This means they moved from Brasil to become Israeli citizens.  My daughter had her photo taken with him and then with three other soldiers.  How fun is that?

As the sun began to set, we drove back to Jerusalem to our apartment.  We needed to eat so we had dinner at a small cafe called CafeCafe in the mall near the Jaffa Gate.  I had a very delicious and healthy cous cous salad with nuts and dried fruits along with hot water and peppermint leaves.

On our walk through the mall, a Jewish woman approached us and asked us if we could give tzedakah for the poor and homeless.  This was the second time someone asked us for tzedakah which is a term with its roots in ‘righteousness and justice’, but has come to mean ‘charity through a spontaneous act of good will’.  Of course, there are many things that go through our minds in the moment.  One is that we probably look like ‘rich Americans’ and are a first rate target.  The second is wondering if the money will really go to the poor and homeless or is the person just pan handling.  The third comes in that still small voice when you choose NOT to give tzedakah because you’re just not sure.  We told the woman very kindly that no, we could not give anything at that time.  She politely and cheerfully said, ‘todah rabbah’, and we went on our way.  Within less than a millisecond, that still small voice said, “This is why you came to Israel, to bless the poor and needy.  Trust Me.”  I told my husband about the voice and he said he heard a similar voice.  We pulled out a ‘not so spontaneous act of good will’, but one of obedience to the voice, and returned to the woman with our tzedakah from Yeshua.

We walked for our final time to the Western Wall.  This night I was going to pray for my friend and her son who was clinging for his life after an attempted suicide.  God’s will needed to be accomplished in both of their lives as well as the lives of everyone being touched by the tragedy.    I placed my paper prayer in the wall and took a photo of it to send to her.  I want thank everyone who has prayed for her as I’m sure the days ahead are going to be difficult if he lives; and if he dies ….   It was after I prayed at the Wall that I met Daniel, the Levite.

©2014 Tentstake Ministries

Dead Sea Scrolls and the Scriptures

I use the Hebrew Scriptures in English because they are the most reliable of the ancient writings.  People claim that over the centuries men have changed the Bible so much that we don’t know what is true and what is not.  Unfortunately, this is not the case.  The Biblical scrolls were hidden in 70 AD  in various caves near the Dead Sea.  No one knew they were there so no one could change what was written.  In 1948, they were found by an Arab shepherd boy.   When these Dead Sea Scrolls are compared to the manuscripts of the Hebrew Scriptures used today, they are identical proving today’s Bible is authentic and has not been changed.

Even before the Dead Sea Scrolls were put in clay jars in a cave, the Greeks translated the Hebrew Scriptures into their language about 300 BC.  These writings are known as the Septuagint and they, too, have been compared to the Dead Sea Scrolls with no significant differences found.

Some people claim the Jews rewrote the Torah to contradict others’ religious beliefs and books, but this is also not supported by the evidence in the Dead Sea Scrolls.   If the Jews had changed any jot or tittle, it would have been found in the more modern writings, however, Jewish scribes are so meticulous that if one jot or tittle is incorrect, they throw the entire page away.

If there is a writing or another book that claims to be ‘Biblical’, it needs to be written before 70 AD and compared to the Dead Sea Scrolls.  For example, the Jehovah Witnesses claim to use the Bible, however, their Bible was translated in the 1800s and has numerous departures from the Hebrew Scriptures.   I’ve looked up Scriptures in the Jehovah Witness Bible to find familiar verses had been deleted or drastically changed to support a Jehovah Witness ideology.   These changes contradict the Hebrew Scriptures making their holy book a different book altogether.  Because of the changes, they view God, His plan of redemption, His Son and His chosen people from a completely different perspective.

Another example is the King James Version of the Bible written in 1611.    Many Christians claims this is the ‘only’ authorized version and won’t use any other translation.    Who ‘authorized it’? King James.  He was a tyrant king and the reason many Christians fled England to become what we know as the Pilgrims.  These Christians wanted to leave England and King James’ rendition of the Bible because he used it to control his subjects. Compared to the Dead Sea Scrolls, there are many changes in the King James translation because he wanted to be king, and not compete with the King of the Universe.

The Koran was written between 653 and 656 AD centuries after the Dead Sea Scrolls were buried and hidden.  Just like every other prophetical writing should be compared to the Dead Sea Scrolls to  authenticate what is written, so should the Koran.  When compared to the the Hebrew Scriptures, it is flawed and not authentic.

There are warnings in the Scriptures about adding to or taking away from the Word of Yahweh.  These warnings are for everyone: Jew and non-Jew, Isra’el, and non-Isra’el, Jehovah Witnesses, Church of England and Islam.   Men love to bring glory to themselves and want power and control over people.  They change the Bible to say what they want it to say to pervert the Truth and gain followers for themselves.

Everyone has to choose what words of Yahweh they will accept, but I will continue to use the Hebrew Scriptures because their authenticity has been proven by the Dead Sea Scrolls.  It holds the Word of God about His Redemption, His Land, and His chosen people.

“Every word of God is flawless; he is a shield to those who take refuge in him. Do not add to his words, or he will rebuke you and prove you a liar” (Proverbs 30:5-6).

©2012 Tentstake Ministries


2 Corinthians 4:7 – Treasures in Clay Jars

“For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us” (2 Corinthians 4:6-7).

One year as a visual aid for the Feast of Tabernacles (Sukkot), I used the ‘treasure in clay jars’ Scripture to show my children how they are a clay jar with ‘spiritual treasures’ hiding inside.  Just as the sukkot (temporary dwelling) we built were always kind of bland on the outside, our decorations on the inside made each sukkah unique and special.

On the first day of Sukkot, we made our clay jar.   When they were dry, we painted them our favorite colors and wrote our names on them.  We did not put a luster finish on them so they would remain dull.

As each day progressed during the week of Tabernacles, we looked up Scriptures and wrote our favorites on pieces of paper.  We would discuss each Scripture and how to apply them to our lives as a clay jar. When we were done, we put ‘our treasures’  into our handmade, painted clay jar. 

Adam, the first clay jar

Adam was made from the dust of the earth; Eve from a flesh portion of his body.  In essence, Adam and Eve and all their human descendants are clay jars.  YHVH breathed His breath of life, His Ruach, into them so they had the treasure of His life breath within them.

“The LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being” (Genesis 2:7).

Dead Sea Scrolls

The Dead Sea Scrolls were found in Qumran on the northwest shore of the Dead Sea in 1947.  The scrolls which contained the ancient manuscripts of Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Samuel, Judges, Ezekiel, Isaiah and Psalms were all preserved in clay jars.

“Then I said, “Here I am, I have come— it is written about me in the scroll” (Psalm 40:7).

“Go now, write it on a tablet for them, inscribe it on a scroll, that for the days to come it may be an everlasting witness” (Isaiah 30:8)

“But you, Daniel, close up and seal the words of the scroll until the time of the end. Many will go here and there to increase knowledge” (Daniel 12:4).


Yeshua was and is the Word of God who became flesh and lived among humanity for a time.  He was the visible image of the invisible God or the image of God, the Father in a ‘clay jar.’

“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth” (John 1:14).

“He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men,  a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not” (Isaiah 53:2-3).

“Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness” (Philippians 2:5-7).

Temples of the Holy Spirit

When we are born again, we become Temples of the Holy Spirit, new creations with a new purpose. The Holy Spirit, Ruach HaKodesh, now lives in a temple made of clay or a ‘clay jar.’

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!” (2 Corinthians 5:17)

“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;  you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body” (1 Corinthians 6:19-20).

Fruits of the Holy Spirit

As temples where the Holy Spirit lives, we are to bear fruit.  This fruit can be spiritual as in Galatians 5:24 or physical as in ‘righteous acts of the saints’ (Revelation 19:8).

There are many good ‘fruit’ verses.  For example there is ‘fruit in keeping with repentance’ (Luke 3:8), trees that are recognized by their fruit – good trees bear good fruit (Luke 6:43-44) and the fruit of remaining in Yeshua (John 15).

Fill your clay jars with your favorite Scripture  and fruits until it is full of personal ‘treasures.’  Make use of Scriptures from both testaments:

“For every teacher of the  law (Torah) who has been instructed about the kingdom of heaven is like the owner of a house who brings out of his storeroom new treasures as well as old.

Memorize the verses in your clay jar to make them your own so you truly have ‘Treasures in Clay Jars.”

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