My maternal grandfather passed away when my mom was a young child. Eventually grandma married a second time to a man who worked for a railway as a conductor. One of his favorite expressions for little children was “pickle puss.” I didn’t really know what he meant by that, but that’s what all children were to him. As I grew up and learned that a pickle was sour and a puss was a face, the name finally made some sense.
Later in my adult years, I had an urge to buy a garden-scale model train set, presumably to put out in our garden (G-scale means garden scale and the trains are unusually large). The one I finally found and bought had a circus clown theme, which is unusual because although I like clowns in the circus, I don’t like clown pictures or clown statutes, if you know what I mean. I think it has something to do with the idea that they wear a mask that never comes off, and the Word (and its conductor) are all about honesty and integrity. Honestly, I love trains, and we live near a railway line. So, its’ all “good,” at least in a worldly sort of way.
The reason I bought that particular train is known only to me, but it was in part to help heal an old wound that had something to do with another person and a stolen toy I never got a chance to play with more than once. Once I had the train, I felt better, but then I saw it for what it really was to me. It was a vibrant clue to part of the life path that has been assigned to me since birth. I am like a conductor. The train that I AM calling the children of Yahuah to board, is a great spiritual circus train. We’re all heading up the mountain.
And grandma and “pop” (as we used to call him) lived on South Mountain in a little mobile home that could in actuality go just about anywhere, although it never left the mountain. That was their choice. We visited them there exactly once before pop died and grandma moved to an elder care facility where she stayed until it was her time to “go home.” She was a lovely woman with great worldly wisdom who read her Bible daily.
The last time I saw her before she passed, she promised to bequeath her “F for fab” cookware and a little porcelain and for the era, disturbingly graphic bust portraying the “sacred heart of Jesus” that sat perched atop what pop used to call the “idiot box” (TV). I didn’t want her non-stick cookware nor the greasy bacon she made us for breakfast (without knowing at the time that pork was an unclean [abominable] thing we are commanded never to eat). Still there was something about “Jesus” and those eyes that painfully pointed to heaven that “got” me. Every time I thought of grandma from that day forward, I saw that false idol on the TV set.
Leviticus 11:7 – And the swine, though he divide the hoof, and be clovenfooted, yet he cheweth not the cud; he is unclean to you.
Deuteronomy 14:8 – And the swine, because it divideth the hoof, yet cheweth not the cud, it is unclean unto you: ye shall not eat of their flesh, nor touch their dead carcase.
That pig meat isn’t “food,” no matter how you slice it, circus performer, side dish, or not.
The bust, a completely inaccurate portrayal of a European-looking Middle Eastern Messiah beckoned for relief from heaven and the disrespectful position of perpetual beheaded-ness with his crown of thorns and acrylic “blood” drips. I don’t know why it seemed so alluring to me as a youngster, even if its base was a little crooked and the head off-center. Maybe it had something to do with being raised in an environment where mournful statues were the norm.
If nothing else, idolatry was at least familiar. I was raised in the Catholic Church where we thought nothing of praising “the Lord” or kneeling or praying before statutes of all kinds. Some of the elder folks kissed the feet or kissed their fingers and touched the feet like they were some sacred object d’Art. Oh, we loved our traditions of adoration to candle lighting and ashes and incense. We were taught that they were beautiful. They were sacred. They were honorable. They were mystical. They were heavenly. They were sainted. And we were soldiers confirmed in the faith of the pulpits of our blind guides that were in a very real physical and spiritual reality, pulling us into the pit.
Those messages and those ways are dead wrong. And the only One we were incensing was our true Lord and Savior with our foolish manmade religious ignorance.
Leviticus 19:4 – Turn ye not unto idol, nor make to yourselves molten gods: I am the LORD your God.
Leviticus 26:1 – Ye shall make you no idols nor graven image, neither rear you up a standing image, neither shall ye set up any image of stone in your land, to bow down to it: for I am the LORD your God.
In fact, the more the merrier is the way of statuary in the Christian mindset because religious icons and relics somehow seem to have a power that makes one “holier.” I knew something about that because when I was six, I traded my little girlfriend Sally Meyers a quarter for a wooden statue of the “blessed mother” that her Aunt Nancy had bought for her. I can’t explain what attracted me to the figure, but I just knew I had to have it.
At least I was lusting after something “holy,” right? Not really. It didn’t do anything to make me less rebellious, although it’s influence may have at least indirectly affected me as I began to play “church” and sat slicing pieces of bread with my plastic tea set knife in a relatively successful attempt to make “holy communion” wafers. That was the day I asked Father if I could marry his Son Jesus one day. Father grants wishes to those who are pure of heart, even if it takes a really long time for him to pull us out of abominable practices, teachings and traditions.
Deuteronomy 29:17 – And ye have seen their abominations, and their idols wood and stone, silver and gold, which were among them:)
Leviticus 26:30 – And I will destroy your high places, and cut down your images, and cast your carcases upon the carcases of your idols, and my soul shall abhor you.
Say bye-bye to saints and idolatry, folks. The Father who made us is a jealous Elohim, and he doesn’t take kindly to those who go against his Laws, his commandments or his statutes. We abide by laws made by man down here in this kingdom. So why do we have such a problem abiding by the Laws of the One who created us for this place here, which is part of his Kingdom? Indeed, the very first commandment he gave to mankind is this:
Genesis 2:17 – But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.
Okay, that was the command not to eat of the tree, and that tells us not to listen to any voice that isn’t Elohim’s. Any Word, including our own ideas and opinions about who Father is, is going against his Word. That includes manmade religions, doctrines, traditions and interpretations of Scriptures that are not inspired by the Holy Spirit. How do we know what is inspired and what isn’t? We inspect the fruit of the Spirit of the One who is offering us the choice fruit, and we inspect the works of their hands.
That Word and those works should always point back to Messiah and be aligned with the Word (at least in large majority. Remember that people can make communication errors and we must allow for human frailty). The day we eat of the tree of mankind and his religions, is the day we are taking our first and possibly last earthly suppers toward eternal damnation. That’s an express train you truly don’t want to be on! For when we die, we die in the state we are in at the time of death.
Revelation 22:11 – He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still.
At any rate, we are not to follow other voices, especially our own voice, the voice of flesh. When we do that, we hearken to another voice, another elohim, another god, a false god. That train goes not only to the desert, but deep in the ground through rent rocks into the fiery pit of the enemy, that old dragon, Satan.
Father loved the world so much that he gave his only Son Yahusha to save us from ourselves. (John 3:16). And he gives us commands on Earth that we can choose to live by if we want to be saved for eternity, or to disobey if we want to only live a short season on Earth and then perish to an unspeakable afterlife. The choice seems easy for believers. Here are a few commands that we need to know right off the bat.
Deuteronomy 6:4 – Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God is one LORD:
What do we do? Man has made Elohim two, three, or as many as thirty thousand religious icons, symbols, statues, belief systems and doctrines of every size, shape, color and creed. With all of that worldly knowledge and worldly wisdom, we can’t even count to One. We’re a mess now and we’ve no excuse because the Word has been preserved for centuries. We just don’t want to read it.
Deuteronomy 6:5 – And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
Do we do that? No. We say we do with feigned lips and faint hearts, but our actions show who we are, and whose we are.
Deuteronomy 6:13 – Thou shalt fear the LORD thy God, and serve him, and shalt swear by his name.
Instead people swear “in” his name and call him names and don’t believe his Word, and say that his Spirit “isn’t” moving today or that his commandments are “dead” or were “nailed to the cross.” We are fools. We didn’t listen to Elohim in the garden. We didn’t listen to him at the foot of Mount Sinai. We didn’t listen to him when he came here personally to teach us the Word and demonstrate how we are to live out this Gospel of Peace in the Love of the Law and its Mercy. And we aren’t listening to him today as believers preach the Everlasting Gospel of old, the gospel of faith in Messiah and obedience to the Law.
One of the witnesses to this sordid disobedience in idolatry was found in my grandma’s house in the creepy Jesus bust sitting atop the television set that I observed and remember. You see, we don’t believe that “spiritual” or “holy” things can harm us, but they truly can when they aren’t aligned with the Holy One. And although they are not always witnesses in and of themselves because they are not among the living, those who are living and who are affected by those things (or words or actions) are affected. They are the witnesses.
Genesis 21:30 – And he said, For these seven ewe lambs shalt thou take of my hand, that they may be a witness unto me, that I have digged this well.
Genesis 31:48 – And Laban said, This heap is a witness between me and thee this day. Therefore was the name of it called Galeed;
From grandma’s perspective, she thought that creepy inanimate bust perfectly embodied her love for “the Lord.” But it only served as the star on the pagan Christmas tree of a television set she virtually adored each December 25th and weekly on Thursday afternoons when her favorite evangelists visited her in analog form in her living room. Indeed when I think back on the bust, it reminds me of a popular Jewish saying “Oy vey!” Those eyes of artistic grief on the abominable likeness were rolled upward in a pathetic attempt to convey to grandma that what she was doing wasn’t at all pleasing to the Elohim she thought she knew and loved.
Grandma’s One saving grace was the fact that she had the Book of the Word either on her television set or on her lap to counteract the rest of the spiritual foolishness she allowed in her home and soul. It wasn’t really her fault because she was still in an early priesthood season of her spiritual journey where the hidden things weren’t yet unveiled to men. I wish I could have picked her up in my circus train and taken her with me, because she was a really neat lady, even if her religious training was holding her back.
But I didn’t board the right circus train until twelve years after she passed. She had an issue of blood, and so do we, in every generation, dead or alive. We need healing in our sinful and dying bloodlines by the healer with the living blood. There is healing in his wings, his hem, his tassles, his remnant. That remnant is believers who are made of dust but who walk in Messiah by his Spirit. All we have to do is grab hold of his hem when he walks (or Spiritually) passes by.
Luke 8:43-44 – And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all of her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any, Came behind him, and touched the border [hem] of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched.
As a believer, we’re kind of like the decoration on the border of Yahusha’s garment. We’re the conductor helpers on the Yahusha circus train. One of the things that happens when we touch Yahusha’s hem, his garment, his tzitzits (tassles). For a season they remind us to keep the commands. That is at least until we don’t need them any more, because when we have Messiah’s Spirit within us, he is our garment. Tzitzits are kind of like spiritual training wheels. But if they are held onto too tenaciously and relied upon and needed to remind us not to sin, then they can become a snare in idolatry themselves. That’s another lesson, another portion of the priestly garment that Messiah already fulfilled. A true relationship with the Messiah himself transforms us. He heals us.
That issue of blood the woman, the mother had, was the issue of blood that we still have today. It’s a spiritual issue. It’s an issue that was hallmarked by Yahusha speaking to the “doctors”, the “physicians”, the religious leaders in the temple. There he was listening to religious men who didn’t believe in angels or the resurrection. Yet they were teaching a Law that they had “doctored” (altered) that had included angels and the Resurrection (Yahusha). They taught One they couldn’t even recognize when he was standing there speaking to them and asking, and answering questions. They and those like them were and are blind leaders leading blind souls straight into the pit. That’s why Yahusha called them (pit) vipers and hypocrites. People in religions of all faiths who have not the Everlasting Gospel of Yahusha are no different today.
Luke 2:46 – And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions.
Those three days are three priesthood seasons of (a Spiritually enlightened) man, and the twelve years are the age of the years of people who are old enough to know how to choose right from wrong. Those people are the people of the (once united) House of Israel, the twelve tribes that divided and who are supposed to be part of the souls who will be saved. (Only Judah and Benjamin were Jew-ish. None of them were/are “Jewish” as in manmade Jewish religions. I don’t care who calls themselves “Israel.” Yahusha was of the tribe of Judah. He wasn’t “Jewish.” Those who are “Jewish” aren’t typically believers of Messiah. However people can come out of Judaism and other faiths from any tribe and be joined with the united House of Israel when there is one.) I digress. Let’s backtrack a bit.
So as for little Sally and me, I had to practically twist her arm and promise to befriend her forever to get the little wooden Mary statue out of her sturdy little hands. I made the vow, but our family moved away a few months later when dad took a better job out of state. We happened to live near a railway line then too; and a trolley line, now that I think about it. Sometimes we’d hop aboard the trolley for a mile or “twain” and then repent of our journey and turn around and return. We went forward just for the fun of it, without much concern for the consequences. I told you I liked trains.
Matthew 5:41 – And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with them twain.
South Mountain where my grandparents lived for a season is a metaphor for where all of mankind currently lives, and the commercialized religious bust and the religious infomercials it covered is a testament about all manmade religions, idols and ideas about “God,” that man creates and chooses to adore. Like grandma’s statue, they are all way off base. They are about as power-filled as a television set without electricity. It’s a testimony not of our Savior’s sacrifice, but of the sacrifice of our own lives that we foolishly make daily when we feed our eyes, ears and souls with manmade religious nonsense.
None of man’s philosophies, scientific or spatial theories, religious practices or systems or lack thereof have any power to save us in the manner our Creator designed for us to be saved. While the gospel of “grace” and belief in the Savior can indeed get you a ticket to the wedding feast, you may end up like the guests who get evicted and thrown into the streets for not having the proper attire. In order to get the white garment, the right garment, you have to keep the commandments of the Most High, not the commandments and doctrines of men. (It’s not the “Sunday” sabbath that man “changed” under his own authority through supposedly pious religious men. Man’s piety is synonymous with misinformed. It’s self-idolatry, and self-proclaimed authority that is only foolish pride. It has no Heavenly authority at all. It’s father is Satan.)
The Creator’s Sabbath day is the seventh day of the week. It’s from sundown Friday evening to sundown Saturday evening. But man can’t count to One, let alone seven. Never mind that the creation has no authority over the One who created it. Man is arrogant. He is rebellious. He’s a pickle puss in his understanding of the Word. He has no fear and no respect for Elohim. He’s a sour puss with a sour face and sour doctrines and sour souls. We know what happens to sour milk. It goes down the drain to the proverbial dung gate.
What we need first is repentance. Then we need the eyes, ears and heart of a little child. Although those eyes will weep when their milk is sour or spilled, the good mother will always comfort the child and lovingly pour them a new glass. Patience is a virtue, a fruit of the Spirit. It is humility and grace.
Matthew 18:4 – Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 18:5 – And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.
The Word teaches man that we must come to the Father as a little child. That means cleansed from all of man’s iniquities in self and in self-made religions. One of the favorite things about being a child for me was the relatively few times I actually went to a live circus. I went exactly once (well, thrice if you count two shows as an adult). Of course, who doesn’t enjoy seeing the modern “cirque” on television or in person? And what circus would be complete without popcorn, cotton candy, all-beef hot dogs or funnel cakes? It’s a fantastic show any way you slice and/or pop it.
The circus train for which I am a conductor’s helper is a long ride on a narrow track made of sturdy timbers and silver rails. This train begins in the poorest part of the kingdom, (the poor in Spirit) at the end of the line which is a desert, and travels through every society on Earth, all the way to the top of the mountain.
The reason it is a circus train is because while the faith once delivered to the saints began as a “side show” of One pregnant mother and villagers who wanted to have a stone-throwing contest, it evolved in the hands of man into an “ekklesia,” and the modern churches we have today. Somehow its true meaning of “circus” got lost in translation over centuries. I have a book that shows the origins of the circus in Egyptian paganism and idolatry. No surprise there really, since that was the land of asps and vipers in a culture that worshipped their dead and living as (false) gods.
The modern concept of “mass” or “worship” has literally become a circus side show, as I not so fondly recall the live animal shows in the church sanctuaries of Christmas seasons past. (Christmas is a pagan holiday. “Christ” or Yahusha wasn’t born on December 25th, but a long list of pagan false gods were fabricated then in the vain imaginations of men.)
The end of the ride for believers who board the circus train, is reportedly quite pleasant; at least that’s what the book of Good News tells us. I have seen a little of it, through privileged glimpses. And I’ve even managed to meet a few of its resident hosts (not ghosts, hosts).
Hebrews 13:2 – Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
The “circus” train on which I travel is one that twists around the fallen garden of Earth, passing through various stations in life. It’s passengers wistfully watch the world go by without really being a part of it. Some of them stare out the window as they work to detach from the physical realm of “stuff” and choice fruits. Others are in groups praying and reading the Word. And still others are dancing joyfully in the aisles. It’s a mixed bag and it’s amazing to see. As we travel, we pick up passengers of all ages and mindsets, who hope to find answers to their long unanswered questions.
At the start of our journey there is standing room only. Unfortunately however, most people grow weary of travel or see something from the window that looks more appealing and they de-train at the next convenient stop along the line. But as a good and patient conductor helper, my job is to continue to encourage people to “Bo-ar-d!” the train and to stay on board because the ride is long, but the trip up South mountain is definitely well worth the reward at the end of it.
Along the path, we have opportunities to de-train to stretch our legs and arms at the rest stops where we refuel. There we have opportunities to reach out to others who need direction and the good news Gospel of Peace, the Gospel of Yahusha, the Gospel of repentance, acceptance of Messiah, and obedience to the commands. It is the Everlasting Gospel of old that teaches Law and Mercy, the Law of Love. Some people know of the Law part (Tanakh). Other people know the Mercy part (grace gospel). But very few people know how to put the two parts together in the way that they are designed to fit together. People are singing songs of worship, but what we need is a new song. This song sounds a bit like the noise that the circus train makes as it rolls out of the station.
“Two. Chew. Two. Chew. “Two. Chew…”
We chew and eat the Word. But we eat two parts, the body and blood, the bread and the wine. It isn’t the bread and wine of man’s churches (and which is very much idolatry because they are symbols and not the actual body and blood). We need both the Old Testament and the New Testament together as a fully balan ced meal in order to be fed proper spiritual food in Messiah. One without the other is like a two-two train or a choo-choo train. It’s a babe in the Word. They don’t have a full understanding, so they don’t hear and obey.
Hosea 4:6 – My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children.
Even when some receive the full gospel message, they forget it or ignore it. They are babies who spit it out. They refuse it. They need to be fed and to digest the full gospel message, the full meal, the meat of the Word. People want the reader’s digested form, the short story. They need maturity to truthfully invest in the gospel and we who are Spiritually more awake need to be mature conductor helpers on the circus train of life. We need to not only tell that baby that the food is good for them, but demonstrate how it is eaten for them. Babies mimic what they are taught, just as people under false doctrines are grown up in churches of the doctrines of men by observation and repetition. People are just going through the motions. We have sleeping disciples. The Gospel of Yahusha is a living Word. We have to actively DO something with our belief. We need to awaken people from their Spiritual slumber.
1 Timothy 4:1 – Now the Spirit speaketh expressly, that in the latter times some shall depart from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils;
This is the problem with mankind who follows religions and doctrines of men; even if they are well-meaning evangelists on TV sets or preachers in churches or synagogues or shop owners who sell sorrowful porcelain busts of Jesus or other religious icons of idolatry. The faith once delivered to the saints, the Everlasting Gospel of Yahusha Messiah (a/k/a “Jesus”) tells us specifically what we are to do, and what we are not to do. We are not to follow the commandments of men. We are to follow the commandments of the One who created us by his Spirit.
I’m not a man, and neither is he that he should lie. I’m a woman, who is hidden in the man, the Spirit of the One, the Spirit of Revelation in the latter days. And he’s the One calling “All Abo-ar-d!” to all those who are awake and who have ears to hear.
I guess this brings me at long last to the pickled sandwiches part of the story. Most luxury trains have cars with fine dining and “choice fare” to help make the trip easier. The circus train of Daniel and his brethren who were made captive for seventy years in Babylon, required for the men to eat abominable things like swine. They refused. What happened? Yahusha defended them and kept the train robbers off of his cars, the defiling things out of the passengers’ bodies, and the men on the circus train on track.
Daniel 1:8 – But Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not defile himself with the portion of the king’s meat, nor with the wine which he drank: therefore he requested of the prince of the eunuchs that he might not defile himself.
Act 15:29 – That ye abstain from meats offered to idols, and from blood, and from things strangled, and from fornication: from which if ye keep yourselves, ye shall do well. Fare ye well.
The circus train, like all “luxury” liners has a dining car to make the ride easier. It’s fare looks sparse, but it is actually “meat” that the world knows not of. It is rich in the fullness of the blessing in Yahusha Messiah for those who “Shema” (Shuh-mah) or hear and obey the Law of Love in full (not in portions), the Messiah. The fare for riding the train is choice. And the choice fare (food) is unleavened bread that is dipped in the anointed oil and spices, and is served with the fine wine of a two thousand year old plus Bethlehem vintage that never ferments nor makes one drunk.
While many of the train’s passengers have been riding this train for two millenniums, we’re nearing the end of the journey. We are coming up to the last few stops before we ascend the mountain in the noon day sun. Luncheon is being served. You won’t find any pickled sandwiches or pickle puss faces on this train.
When I arose this morning, a peculiar phrase was bouncing around in my mind. It was:
“The church of the world for pickled sandwiches.”
I know, this sounds really peculiar right now, but in a half-sleep state where I heard it whispered to me, it made perfect sense. After all, Yahusha in the Garden of Gethsemane told his disciples to watch and sit while he went to pray. Even that message in that olive garden has been twisted by religious men to reveal very little of what it actually means when you see it from a higher perspective. (Matthew 26:36) First of all, this is the garden of the olive press.
It’s the place where the fruit of the olive branch that is Yahusha, the olive branch in the Spirit of peace’s mouth (the dove that Noah sent out to find good ground) is put under severe pressure to make the fine oil of anointing that is used in the sanctuary and for baked bread loaves. Yahusha and those he is praying for, are facing the trials of life and a fiery furnace.
Those who have “leaven,” the false teachings of men won’t survive the furnace – you know, the one king Nebuchadnezzar threw Daniel’s cohorts into that was seven times hotter than usual? (Daniel 3:19) That was one setting level of “hotness” for each “day” of the week. It is fleshly man in the fiery hot desert of the barren spiritual wilderness that is every day on this planet Earth.
Guess what happens on the last day? Those who are resting on a manmade Sabbath are more likely to burn. They stay too long in the bakery oven because they’re on the wrong spiritual track. That pan of bread went into the oven first when it wasn’t preheated, and came out last and missed the train that was boarding. Now its doors are closed and they’re left standing on the platform. Those who rest on the Father’s seventh day Sabbath are guarded by the Angel of the Lord, Yahusha. We saw him standing in the furnace protecting Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego from the flames. They survive the fiery trials because their Spiritual covering is Messiah. Those who cover themselves with the spirits of man (flesh) are burned and die.
Psalm 12:6 – The words of the LORD are pure words: a silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
2 Kings 5:10 – And Elisha sent a messenger unto him, saying, Go and wash in Jordan seven times, and thy flesh shall come again to thee, and thou shalt be clean.
There’s another guy, a Syrian general, a mighty man of valor and a leper named Naaman who gets healed by washing in a river seven times. It was an act of faith and a symbolic cleansing that he was to undertake. His act of faith, the works of his hands, washing his body saved him and cleansed him and made him whole. It was Yahusha that saved him, but that faith in Messiah was justified by the works that he did. His works proved his obedience by faith. Our works will be judged!
Revelation 20:12 – And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
Matthew 9:22 – But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour.
Yahusha wants us to have love and mercy, but he also wants us to DO the Law, but to do it the way he desires to instruct us. He wants us to have faith in the full Law and to believe the full Law, for he is the Law. We believe in him fully and do what he tells us to do. The priests before the altar dipped their finger in animal blood and sprinkled it seven times before the vail [veil] of the sanctuary in faith and obedience. (Leviticus 4) That’s the pattern or symbol of the Sabbath day. It’s not the day itself. It’s Yahusha, the sacrificial Lamb who was slain for all sins. And it’s not the first day of the week, the manmade Sunday sabbath. Man has no other savior nor authority over the written or spoken living Word. It’s foolishness to believe or claim that we do. Come on people. Get with the program. This train leaves on schedule!
The fact that Yahusha was praying at night and his disciples weren’t being the dutiful watchmen that they were supposed to be, reveals that while we are busy sleeping in our own lives, Yahusha is busy interceding on our behalf. We just think that the garden days in Gethsemane are over. But Yahusha sits in a realm that is beyond earthly time. He’s still in that garden today, praying and sweating great drops of water like blood (that thankfully isn’t acrylic) and urging his disciples, his watch men and women to watch and pray. We’re just not listening. We’re sleeping on the job. We’re supposed to OBSERVE to do. That means we observe and learn how to do what he desires. But part of that observation is listening to his voice. How can you hear him speak if you are trying to do the commandments you can’t even hear him speaking? How can you hear and obey him if you are too busy hearing and obeying the interpretations of men?
Mark 26:36 – Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane, and saith unto the disciples, Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder.
We’ve checked out. We’ve taken the last train to parksville, or circus world or any destination other than to the top of South Mountain. Poor Yahusha. Imagine how much energy and love he has been pouring out onto the people of the Earth and how many people jump off the train before they get to the end. That’s probably why he asks us this question about his imminent return:
Luke 18:8 – I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?
It’s a very good question. And yes, something very good did come out of Nazareth. He was proven good when he kept his Father’s promise to die on that stake for us so we can meet him at the top of the mountain and live for eternity in a new heaven and a new earth.
The question is, what train are you riding? You see, the circus train on which I help conduct the passengers, only looks like a circus train. It’s covering is a sheep in wolf’s clothing. It looks like the world, it walks like the world, from a distance it may sound like the world, but when you get up close and personal with it, you see something completely different. It has a Messiah that is hidden like the beautiful parable that the Word is, to those who don’t have eyes to see, ears to hear and hands to do.
What you see when you seek, knock and ask is something amazing that will train up a child in the way they should go so they will never depart from it. It’s the Everlasting Gospel train of Yeshua, the Gospel of Peace. And I’m not really a conductor, just a tiny mom with tiny hands, a message bearer for the prophet crying out in the wilderness. And that prophet, the One who is crying “Bo-ar-d!” is the One whom we should Shema. I’m just the whistle in his mouth or the lantern in his hand. He calls to all to climb on board his train of the Word. It will take us to new heights we’ve never imagined. It’s the only way to travel. I can tell you that what I’ve already seen is phenomenal, and I only know in part.
Galatians 6:16 – And as many as walk according to this rule [Law], peace be on them, and mercy, [grace] and upon the Israel of God [Yeshua, the Everlasting Gospel].
Jeremiah 28:9 – The prophet which prophesieth of peace, when the word of the prophet shall come to pass, then shall the prophet be known, that the LORD hath truly sent him. [or her]
Now that this train is stopping to rest for a bit, I will leave you with this final thought. “The church of the world for pickled sandwiches” is really about the foundation upon which we build our faith. We can build our house, the House of Israel upon the Rock of Yahusha and the Everlasting Gospel that was once preached to the saints. It is the gospel that is preached to you here, that was preached of old and that will be preached in the Word to come. It’s the narrow path of lively stones with the cross beam ties of Messiah’s stake and his faithful blood sacrifice.
Or we can continue to build our house of man, our congregations, our churches, our circuses in circus tents that are blown by every wind of doctrine, and are pitched in shifting sands. Those are divided houses, divided Words, divided hearts and divided minds. It is a world of chaos and confusion, and doctrines of demons.
Luke 11:17 – But he, knowing their thoughts, said unto them, Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and a house divided against a house falleth.
Matthew 7:26 – And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:
Which path will you choose? The train to the mountain top wedding, or the train of your wedding of choice?
Those who are in the church of the world are for the pick-led sand witches. They are false doctrines of demons that are leading people by their little pitchforks and guitar picks and “communion” pix and idolatry and pict-ures by the shifting sand “witches” and war-locks who smile and mandate unsavory practices and abominable couplings to which the train of Messiah can never abide, but over which Yahuah nevertheless eternally prevails.
The take away from this side trip of your day is this.
Choose the Everlasting Gospel of Messiah.