The biggest and the best day ever

The Resurrection, the climax to the greatest story ever told.  God created the beauty and comfort of the garden for man.  When Adam and Eve fell, the plot thickened.  As the story unfolded — prophecies, the flood, kings good and bad, cycles of blessings and exiles, obedience and rebellion rolled through the ages — the common thread of promise was woven, that of a savior who would sacrifice Himself for all.

I am going to thoroughly enjoy our Easter Sunday celebration, all the music and the joy.  I think He got out of that tomb immediately after midnight Saturday, that rolling the stone away and posting the angels was for the benefit of those who came to the tomb at dawn.  I think the shroud is what they say it is, that being a proud Dad, God took a picture of his kid on His graduation from death to life.  I think Yeshua greeted his disciples with a huge grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye — hugs all around, tears flowing freely, maybe even uncontrolled fist bumps and air leaps.  I’m going to celebrate this holiday with all I’ve got in me!

But we’re missing a few things after 17 centuries of dilution, religious wars, distortion and antisemitism.

The feasts given to Moses in the wilderness were the pattern of how that promise first mentioned just prior to the expulsion from the garden would be fulfilled both in the coming of the sacrificial lamb which we celebrate now and that of the victorious conqueror, soon to come again.

This year I attended Passover with my Messianic Jewish friends.  They set it a day early as Yeshua did that fateful year of His sacrifice, knowing He’d be “busy” on the cross as the real and final lamb precisely when lambs were being slaughtered in the temple.  Passover is the 14th of Nissan also known as Aviv.  That year it fell on the Sabbath, sundown on Friday, explaining the hurry to get Jesus’ body in the borrowed tomb late that afternoon.

Our Church traditions have disconnected from the Passover with both the Roman calendar based on the sun (they were sun worshipers) and by renaming His Passover celebration exclusively as The Last Supper.  By doing so, we come away with only bread and wine, still a beautiful sacrament.  We’ve even diluted the wine part of that last feast of Passover by interpreting His statement that He would not drink of the cup again until He returned, as a teaching against all kinds of alcohol consumption.  Instead He was referring to the fourth cup of the Passover feast.

We’ve lost a vast amount of value and blessing by obliterating our Judaic roots without considering Yeshua’s Jewishness and that He followed all the customs and feasts as did the first century believers. Want to know how that happened?  Here’s an excerpt from this:

Passover, which fell on the 14th day of the month of Nisan, always fell on a full moon. Some Christians, principally those in the East, known as the Quartodecimians, thought Easter, too, should always fall on the 14th day of the lunar month, which was, by definition, the full moon, since the month started at the new moon. Others thought Easter should always fall on a Sunday, since that was the original Resurrection Day. This led to conflict: One reason to convene the Nicene Council was to prevent the resulting, threatened schism.

The Council decreed Easter to be the first Sunday after the Full Moon following the Spring Equinox, March 21, unless that Full Moon fell on a Sunday (in which case Easter would be the following Sunday).

In addition to the perfectly reasonable desire to keep the memorial on the same day of the week as Christ’s Resurrection, there were other, ignoble motives for separating the Christian celebration from the Jewish holy day. In his letter to those not at the Nicene Council, the Emperor Constantine spells out some of what we would refer to as anti-semitism:

“Let us then have nothing in common with the detestable Jewish crowd; for we have received from our Saviour a different way.”
– Eusebius The Life of Constantine

Other Reasons for Easter’s Date

The dating of Easter could have been intended to include pagans rather than exclude Jews. it would be fitting for Constantine, as a sun-worshiping pagan, to have selected the vernal equinox, representing the rebirth of the sun, in the same season as the blood-letting pagan Hilaria and Taurobolium festivals.  Hence, “Sunday.”

These changes wouldn’t have been much of a problem had the Jews not been excluded purely on a prejudicial basis and the Passover been scrubbed as exclusive to them.  A much better way would have been to acknowledge the actual date of Nissan the 14th as Passover, that that was the last meal of our Lord, associate it with the crucifixion and set up the nearest Sunday as a celebration day for the convenience of the community’s work schedule and to commemorate that Yeshua did rise on the first day of the week.  And that’s about all the blending I’m willing to tolerate.
Remember, you are now brought out of your ignorance of the origin of those infernal eggs and rabbits used for fertility worship in Baal’s temple in Babylon.  When we have the whole story, when we realize how God’s first commandment in the Big Ten was “thou shalt have no other gods before me” did not say it’s okay to have other gods’ stuff in your house as long as you worship Him too (see the lessons on leaven).  Realize also that Jezebel, not one of God’s examples of purity, was a practicing prostitute in the Baal temple with all those egg and rabbit symbols.  Realize too that the next king after her husband Ahaz razed the Baal temple and turned it into the community toilet.
Do you get the pagan symbolism yet and God’s hatred for them?  God is the same yesterday, today, and forever.  When Jesus walked through the locked door where the disciples were hiding, He did not bring Easter baskets.

going to Passover this year

First, an update on the domestic upheaval.  The dining room is almost done.  About a third of it needs a second coat, but if we close the blinds………..  The furniture is still out of place supporting things like a tape measure, wallpaper remover spray bottle, a Phillips screw driver when we’re looking for the pliers, homeless CDs, and a confused and homeless shower curtain.

Most of the bathroom has one coat.  I love the color—love it, love it, love it.  Imagine the velvet backdrop of midnight with only the stars and moonlight.  Not black, not blue, not purple … none, but all three.  In other words, there’s not a towel out there that will match it so we go with white and white only ….. midnight and snow, yeah, that’s the ticket!!

“Honey, put hinges on the list with the plumbing thingy dingy. There’s a pen on top of the frig—there used to be a pen on top of the frig—what’s the third thing I just said?”  What is that third thing?

I have one more weekend to get things finished and back in place before the kids fly in on the 9th for Resurrection Celebration aka Easter.

On Tuesday the 7th, I am joining Messianic friends from Shomair Ysrael to celebrate the Passover Seder, the 15th of Nisan, the first month of the Hebrew calendar, the night of the full moon after the vernal equinox.  They chose to celebrate a day early which is precisely what Yeshua did with His disciples, knowing that He would be giving His life as the Lamb of God at the very hour that lambs were being slaughtered in the temple for the Passover that fell on the Sabbath that year making it a high holy day.  How much higher holiness than the Lamb that takes the sin of the world once and for all?

I have previously blogged about the pagan nature of our Easter traditions.  I have not changed my opinion that our traditions are pagan in origin.  That is fairly common knowledge lately.  We can paint them Christian, we can say we took them away from pagan history and gave them new life and new meaning.  The truth is that Constantine was anti-Semitic and recreated the existing celebration away from Passover and assigned it to the known pagan date as a rebuff to Judaeism.  Why keep the the Baal/Babylonian symbols after we know where our Easter traditions came from?  Why??  Entertainment for the kids?

Why not teach our children the majesty and magnitude of the meaning of the feast of Passover, that Yeshua celebrated it, that He didn’t include Baal worship’s eggs and rabbits and fertility rites in the upper room, why He wouldn’t drink of the last cup of Passover wine (hint–it wasn’t to prohibit drinking wine), how the foot washing fit in with the Passover ritual, the prophetic importance of His prayer in Gesthemane, the incredible heart wrenching beauty of the blood streaming down the cross, its fulfillment of the Temple sacrifice system He set up long ago with Moses, that our life is in His blood.

Let’s wake up to and teach our children that Jesus, Yeshua, will return for us when we recognize and include our Judaic roots, the Messianic believers, Jesus’ Jewishness, His desire for Jews and Gentiles to unite, to merge as one.  That was His prayer in the garden.

I propose we celebrate Hebrew festivals with our Jewish brethren in our church along side our innocent and rich traditions, not to be saved, not to make points.  God shows up at the parties He planned and we’ve been standing Him up.  They’re for us to meet with Him, we do it to witness to yet more Jews to bring them into the fold, we do it to meet God, we do it to embrace our Jewish roots.  It can’t and shouldn’t become legalistic, but be considered a privilege.

Did you know what was the hem of Yeshua’s garment that the woman touched and was healed? His talit — his prayer shawl, just like the one Jews wear to this day.

In Luke 8:43 the woman with the issue of blood for twelve years, came and touched THE BORDER OF HIS GARMENT and was healed. That word BORDER comes from the Hebrew word tzit tzit meaning twisted coils, fringe, or tassel. (Remember the commandment of the Lord from Deut. 22:12 to wear the twisted coils?) What did she touch? The twisted coils on the border of the garment (His Prayer Shawl) that Jesus being Jewish, would have been wearing.

(Check out also the part about wings)

Christianity was Jewish first.  They decided to include us then. It’s time, in these end days, to include them now.  Jesus wants oneness.

Say when.

Great wall !

I love it!  I make these declarations before the mantle is reattached, before any family pictures smile from their frames.  It is just plain right.

Since blogging each brush stroke could get a tad boring, I’ll simply post a few pics when it’s all done.  That should be around April 5th.  Check back!

In the meantime, on my 1/2 hour lunch breaks, I am reading a timely to the season book, The Incomplete Church by Sid Roth, a Messianic Jew, host of It’s Supernatural.  You can scoff the supernatural all day and I won’t say much past “it’s your choice” but his lessons concerning the church and the applicability of Passover to Easter and vice versa is astounding–brand new information to me, backed up by scripture and written world history.

The other book, completed in the car last Saturday while Honey deplored sitting in weekend  Pigeon Forge traffic, is a novel The Shack.  Can’t tell you much without revealing too much.  I will say it’s really hard to put down.  You could experience a few really, really late nights saying to yourself  “just one more chapter.”

It’s late right now.  Do you suppose if I went to bed earlier like Mom used to say, I wouldn’t be so wiped out in the morning?  (I think I hear Mom’s laugh-snort, that way she had of covering her mouth with her hand and her too short arm bouncing on her bosom.  Laugh on, Woman-Who-Just-Turned-101-on-March-16!)

I signed up for the Passover Seder with my Messianic friends on Tuesday the, Wed the, sometime during the week before Easter which you know I prefer to call Resurrection Day.  I will be nutshelling Mr. Roth’s book by then as well.

Talk to y’all later.

Post script to Easter Traditions

I read a news story about a woman who was told to remove a little stuffed Easter bunny from her desk at work because the non-religious might be offended. It figures in this insane politically correct world that tolerates everything but Christianity, until you remember that that stupid rabbit dates back to Babylonian worship of the fertility goddess Ishtar. Continue reading

Holy Week #2

Part 2 of ramblings and perceptions.

Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey colt. This was a prophecy and I admit an easy one for any aspiring would be messiah to find in the scripture and create. But, oh, Jesus had filled so many before this. We read of His triumphant entry into the city of Jerusalem. Everyone loved Him. Briefly. Continue reading

Holy Week #1

This is the first in a series of thoughts I shared with my kids via email a year ago.

I feel strongly, more every year, about Holy Week, remembering Who Jesus was and what He did. I want to look at why He came, why He had to die, why it had to be so horrible. Skeptics, if they can’t deny His actual existence, blow off the prophecies by stating that He staged fulfilling them, and even staged His death. But some of them were fulfilled by Jesus as an infant. What kind of person could plot at least 61 obvious prophecies?

So, first, why couldn’t people just live, be nice, die really old and go to heaven? Continue reading

It’s Resurrection Day, thank you.

If today were two and a half weeks before Christmas, we would be either busily cooking, cleaning, buying, mailing, or stressing. If you are of the former, those Christmas letters would already have been in the hands of your friends and family two weeks ago. My letters get to their destinations mere hours before the holiday, within a week after the holiday, or the next year. I do hope my friends have come to understand and accept this flaw.

I have grown to favor Resurrection Day more and more. Continue reading