When considering a ministry from which I’ll personally get input, I try to look for balance, the kind of spirit that permeates it, and its objectivity toward the Scriptures. As I’ve said before, I believe Yeshua was perfect in all three of these. That said, I realize the rest of us are mere humans subject to our own biases and blind spots.
Why is it that attending Church or Synagogue has become a matter of choice rather than conviction? When did this happen? This is an issue within both Christianity and the Hebraic/Messianic movement.
I was saved as an independent, fundamental, premillennial, pretribulational rapture Baptist — using the Scofield study Bible. It just didn’t get any better than that. We had it down. We were right, correct … no need to further question anything. Just ask us and we’d tell you.
It wasn’t ever easy for me to slice up the Bible like a pie or cake. If God is anything, He is a unified, consistent, uncomplicated God. The reality that we tend to think otherwise is proof once again that we try to create God in our own image: a discombobulated, inconsistent, complicated mess.
I, for one, refuse any longer to believe God is anything less than He is. He is, always has been, and always will be the same yesterday, today and forever.
Normally I struggle with the Festivals. I just botch them every year. I forget they’re coming. I don’t take the days off from work that are required. (Why can’t they all fall on the weekends!?) Plus, since we go by the sighting of the moon and don’t follow the Jewish calendar, we’re off from all of normative Judaism and a lot of the Messianics as well. Then I get to thinking how much better it would be to live in Israel. But would it? Therefore, I find myself with an ever growing desire for the return of Yeshua. Then everything will be as it should. Can’t wait.
I’ve been reading some materials that deal with the Feast of Unleavened Bread. In revisiting this Feast, I’ve decided to go out on a limb here and talk about it. I’m Boldly Going Where … I Probably Shouldn’t Be Going.
Here I go …
I’ve come upon this term in reference to a shift within Christianity. It appears that some of the younger generation of Christians no longer want to be associated with the term Evangelical.
In all fairness, I never did use the term “evangelical” to define myself. There’s nothing inherently wrong or bad with the term. However, once you put a label on yourself it does kind of identify you with the whole.
I listen to a fair amount of Bible teachings online and on You Tube. Most of which greatly blesses me. I read a fair amount in commentaries as well. I respect and admire many of these men that I listen to and read after. But at some point along the way, one or more of these perspectives is rejected and, at times, attacked. All of a sudden I find myself in: The Realm of The Fringe.
As much as I point out the “negatives” of the Messianic/Hebraic movement, I can’t imagine being any other way now. I truly am grateful to finally embrace all of the Bible as being written for me personally.