What is wrong with us? Why are we so fanatical? Why don’t we celebrate Christmas? Why do we not see the whole pagan history as some crazy myth? Years ago while researching the roots of Christmas, we stumbled across the following poem. It deeply affected us because we wanted no part in keeping alive a pagan god’s festival. The Spirit of Elohim convicted us of any further participation in the holiday and the season. To those who would scoff, the very next year we received our first Saturnalia card.
Higher Ways Than Yours
These words always bring my lofty thoughts back down to earth where I actually live and breathe. I realize that I sound like a little field mouse telling the big lion what to do. God works in ways that I don’t. I may want someone’s eyes opened today to the goodness of Yeshua, but maybe tomorrow, next week or next year would be the better time. I’m impatient.
2 Corinthians 6:17-7:1 – Come Out From Among Them
For several years, my husband and I had been searching out the Jewish roots of our faith. We had been learning about the Sabbath and the Festivals of the LORD and were trying to incorporate them into our Christian lives. We shared what we could with others in our church only to be looked at strangely or told we were ‘falling away’ from the grace of God and His salvation. Without knowing anyone else who was seeking these things, we felt alone. We continued with our Sunday activities because we were warned about ‘forsaking the fellowship,’ but there was always something missing –– FELLOWSHIP. This particular boring day changed the course of our walk forever.
My First Bible Verse
This particular day I was given a slip of paper by the teacher. On the paper she had written a Scripture verse. I stared at the verse. It was the first time anyone had ever given me a Scripture and I read it over and over. I’m sure that teacher had no idea how I valued that strip of paper. That verse planted the most important seed in my life. It became the foundation of my walk and understanding of the Lord. I kept that strip of paper in my Bible for about 35 years until I gave it to my oldest daughter when she turned 12.