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Edwardson
Guest
Had I grown up in our Brooklyn neighborhood perhaps I would have been a better Jew. We moved out to the suburbs with its greenery, upward mobility and American confidence. Ronald Reagan was telling us that progress was our most important product.
In such contrast with old world Judaism having tagged along across Europe, over the ocean and into the midst of another gentile culture.Confusing as a youngster to fathom this anachronism overlaid upon this new world. There in New York harbor is the Staute of Liberty proclaiming this New Heaven and New Earth. Yes, certainly, but not as yet, not for some time.
"Naeem" is the word in Hebrew for those years of calm in blessed America as we lived our advantages and viewed the outside world, so "held back" they appeared then and also now. It did not make any sense, this snafue of Jewish belief and ritual amidst the enlightenment. Many of us merely ignored it as we traversed our school years, competitive sports, kissing parties and summer vacations. Into early adulthood, others attempted escape from Jewish prison, assimilation by intermarriage or even into Jews For Jesus. A smaller number were somehow funelled to a connection with the National Resurrection in the Nation of Israel.
It did not make any sense, these goys having such grace alongside their darker side of prejudicie, alcohol, violence and Romans 11 highmindedness. Some of my wonderful childhood friends, we played baseball then cops and robbers. Well, one day they start fooling around with another game- I was the "makey" this time. I pretended not to understand but after we again moved up and away I never looked back their way.
I admit that when I was in the synagogue, there was a comfort and even a Truth. In high school and college, athletic talents had me pole vaulting my way towards It. What I found out later was that the way up is down. While working on Wall Street I could not take it any more. This pursuit of God knows what. My bosses complained that I was not money motivated and that also means not controllable. During one of the inevitable bear markets, my yupie days were over. This failure was like getting hit by a truck and I went to Israel for recuperation just after the Yom Kippur War.
One digression to one week in March, 1963. A controversial evangalist from the midwest, William Marrion Branham, was preaching the Seven Seals of Revelation. Many know of this but most do not. Certainly most do not or can not come to grips with what the Christian Bible says. Yes, the meaning is hidden, written in verse and between the lines, for "eyes only". In March, 1963 when the Seven Seals were opened and spoken by Mr. Branham the God-Man Lamb Jesus took the Book, came off His Throne of Mercy and gentile time ended. One can grapple with this in the Book of Revelation.
Jesus was taking out non-Jews for 2000 years. During those 7-8 days in March, 1963 God's Image appeared in an Arizona cloud and He left like a thief in the night.This is history. This is science. It was covered in Life magazine. In fact, this is Christian Scripture exactly. So much for the goys, they were never promised much. What we have now is left behind idol worshippers who do not know who they are or to whom they pray. Confusion reigns when dispensations change.
Satan worship is believing a lie. He told the first one to Eve, Cain was their offspring. The big lie believed by the Christian world is Emmanuel, that God is with us. No, that is over. As the Christian Good Book says, we who remain alive meet the Lord in the air- ever since one could use his or her computer for that internet gathering of Believers scattered throughout the world. There is no other practical way for a globally dispersed group to interact, to gather together on a regular basis.
There, I have said it. What most call heresy. So opposed to the deeply believed fables of those in religious worship, their clergy masters and deacon policemen. Those of us left behind do not have to continue under religious deception, ugly frogs looking backwards. One no longer need remain in Spiritual La La Land and I can get back to telling about my landing in Israel.
In such contrast with old world Judaism having tagged along across Europe, over the ocean and into the midst of another gentile culture.Confusing as a youngster to fathom this anachronism overlaid upon this new world. There in New York harbor is the Staute of Liberty proclaiming this New Heaven and New Earth. Yes, certainly, but not as yet, not for some time.
"Naeem" is the word in Hebrew for those years of calm in blessed America as we lived our advantages and viewed the outside world, so "held back" they appeared then and also now. It did not make any sense, this snafue of Jewish belief and ritual amidst the enlightenment. Many of us merely ignored it as we traversed our school years, competitive sports, kissing parties and summer vacations. Into early adulthood, others attempted escape from Jewish prison, assimilation by intermarriage or even into Jews For Jesus. A smaller number were somehow funelled to a connection with the National Resurrection in the Nation of Israel.
It did not make any sense, these goys having such grace alongside their darker side of prejudicie, alcohol, violence and Romans 11 highmindedness. Some of my wonderful childhood friends, we played baseball then cops and robbers. Well, one day they start fooling around with another game- I was the "makey" this time. I pretended not to understand but after we again moved up and away I never looked back their way.
I admit that when I was in the synagogue, there was a comfort and even a Truth. In high school and college, athletic talents had me pole vaulting my way towards It. What I found out later was that the way up is down. While working on Wall Street I could not take it any more. This pursuit of God knows what. My bosses complained that I was not money motivated and that also means not controllable. During one of the inevitable bear markets, my yupie days were over. This failure was like getting hit by a truck and I went to Israel for recuperation just after the Yom Kippur War.
One digression to one week in March, 1963. A controversial evangalist from the midwest, William Marrion Branham, was preaching the Seven Seals of Revelation. Many know of this but most do not. Certainly most do not or can not come to grips with what the Christian Bible says. Yes, the meaning is hidden, written in verse and between the lines, for "eyes only". In March, 1963 when the Seven Seals were opened and spoken by Mr. Branham the God-Man Lamb Jesus took the Book, came off His Throne of Mercy and gentile time ended. One can grapple with this in the Book of Revelation.
Jesus was taking out non-Jews for 2000 years. During those 7-8 days in March, 1963 God's Image appeared in an Arizona cloud and He left like a thief in the night.This is history. This is science. It was covered in Life magazine. In fact, this is Christian Scripture exactly. So much for the goys, they were never promised much. What we have now is left behind idol worshippers who do not know who they are or to whom they pray. Confusion reigns when dispensations change.
Satan worship is believing a lie. He told the first one to Eve, Cain was their offspring. The big lie believed by the Christian world is Emmanuel, that God is with us. No, that is over. As the Christian Good Book says, we who remain alive meet the Lord in the air- ever since one could use his or her computer for that internet gathering of Believers scattered throughout the world. There is no other practical way for a globally dispersed group to interact, to gather together on a regular basis.
There, I have said it. What most call heresy. So opposed to the deeply believed fables of those in religious worship, their clergy masters and deacon policemen. Those of us left behind do not have to continue under religious deception, ugly frogs looking backwards. One no longer need remain in Spiritual La La Land and I can get back to telling about my landing in Israel.