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A Sower of Seeds

“Therefore fear Adonai, and serve him truly and sincerely. Put away the gods your ancestors served beyond the [Euphrates]River and in Egypt, and serve Adonai!  If it seems bad to you to serve Adonai, then choose today whom you are going to serve! Will it be the gods your ancestors served beyond the River? or the gods of the Emori, in whose land you are living? As for me and my household, we will serve Yod Hey Vav Hey” (Joshua 24:14-16).

Yes, my family serves the Living God: my husband, me, and our children.

I love my husband’s family – all of them from the oldest to the youngest to the nieces and nephews, and in-laws.  They are all wonderful people, kind and generous.  Yet, they lack one thing.  They do not serve the Living God.  It’s always foreign to me at mealtimes when everyone sits down and begins to eat.  There is never a moment of thankfulness for the food in front of them or the family that is gathered together.   They consume gourmet foods, sip perfect wines, and tell hilarious stories without a single thought to how incredibly, and I mean incredibly, blessed they are in this world.    

Within the past 18 months, there has been a memorial and a wedding with my husband’s family. I find myself wondering how they define life and death or how they even live life and die death.   Of course, after spending time with these family members for over 30 years, I know which subjects are taboo and I avoid them to ‘keep the peace,’ but I am forever observing and wondering.  

At both the memorial and the wedding, my husband was asked to ‘officiate’.  Apart from him being the only boy with three sisters, I find this fascinating.  When it comes to the profound events in life, marriage and death, he’s the go-to guy.  After he put on a wetsuit and rowed a kayak to the rock where his mother’s ashes were to be scattered, he spoke the Aaronic blessing over her.  Though no one heard the words he uttered, and it didn’t matter what he said, he was finally able to speak words of blessing over his mother, words he had wanted to say for many years.   He had a deep desire for her to know the way of life in Yeshua he was given and could only freely speak his heart over her ashes and away from his siblings.  

When he was asked to officiate his niece’s wedding, he knew  the ceremony would be void of God.  When he received the ideas his niece and her fiancé wanted spoken at the wedding, he couldn’t even decipher them.    They had no substance and actually reminded both of us of the ‘Friends’ episode where Joey spoke over and over, ‘giving and loving and receiving and sharing.’  It was obvious they had no clue about the foundation of the marriage covenant nor how to express it.  It was going to be just another phase in their individuals lives where one would never overshadow the other and everything would be ‘love.’

Apart from trying to keep from laughing at the silly words and trite comparisons, my husband knew he had to make make changes, make the unearthly spiritual essence actually make sense.   Because my husband was told he was allowed to mix his own thoughts with their words, he decided to sprinkle Scripture throughout.  He knew he would feel better if God’s Word was spoken somewhere even if it was in bits and pieces. He sent a copy of his speech back to the bride and groom for their approval.   They never took time to read it.

Having no idea what the response would be if they recognized any of the Scriptures,  I watched the couple as my husband spoke the Word of God over them on their wedding day.   I noticed that only when the Words of Life were spoken that they looked at each other, smiled, and nodded.  Not once during the words of their frivolous fluff did they even flinch.  After the ceremony, not only the bride and groom, but several of their agnostic friends told my husband that they were touched deeply by his words and knew they were heartfelt. It was a difficult decision for my husband to agree to promote new age thoughts at the wedding, but God always gives the opportunity to plant seeds for Him everywhere we are in the world.

In these past three days, the Lord showed us that those ‘seeds’ have been ‘heard.’ The owners of the bridal party’s rental house had an old Bible on the bookshelf and one of my husband’s sisters happened to open it to Leviticus and the Scriptures about tattoos. She had some questions. I answered.  At the rehearsal dinner, we were reminded by another of my husband’s sisters not to eat some of the pizzas because they had  sausage and bacon.  Yes, his agnostic sister respects who we are.

With the groom’s family, we shared the last chapter in the book of Job after introducing our daughter, Jemima.  If you’re curious, read Job 42. Job had three beautiful daughters who receive an inheritance.  The groom’s father said, “I need to go home tonight and read Job!”   Both of the groom’s parents were glad to know that someone who knew God would be officiating because they had no idea what their son or future-daughter-in-law believed.  For the bride’s family, it didn’t matter.

Yahweh Elohim was at both the memorial and the wedding  because my husband who lives out his faith quietly but committed was present. His willingness to be a vessel for truth allowed God to open doors. My husband sowed seeds and sprinkled water.  The wedding was definitely not void of God in spite of all the pretext to make it so. The memorial wasn’t either. There will always be those whose eyes are blinded and ears are deaf, but there will always be those who are seeking more on their life journey and may even have ‘eyes to see and ears to hear.’

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