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Thursday, December 12, 2019

1 CORINTHIANS ~Chapter 15: Resurrection, Rapture, & Victory Over Death :-D


All of you reading my Blog and reading my posts on FB know that I have not posted a Thursday Bible Study post in months – I have been grieving with remembrances of “first’s anniversaries”. The other morning, as I woke up, I remember thinking, “I need to get back to Scripture reading”; this was not a condemnation, but simply The Ruach prompting me that I have grieved enough, and that after December 14th, I need to give myself wholly over unto the plans Elohim has for my new life.

I can do that ;-)

Circumstances and situations as of late, are already moving in that direction. And today’s Scripture passage is the perfect Bible Study to catapult me forward … and to remind others that death, while being the end of life in the flesh, is NOT THE END for those in Mashiach Yeshua.

I actually smiled the entire time I read this passage.

It is perfect for what I have been through this past year of widowhood, and an exhortation not only for me – but for ALL those who belong to Elohim :-D I have known this passage of Scripture all my life, but it is good to be reminded again.

And it differs greatly from the vineyard doctrine being preached in the majority of churches now which tell people they do not need the salvation of Yeshua to be saved, they do not need to leave their life of sin, and there is no resurrection. These are lies from the pit of Hell – they are NOT what Elohim tells us, and they are NOT Yeshua taught.

If anyone is telling you different than what Scripture tells you – GET UP AND LEAVE. It is better to suffer mockery for doing what is right, than to suffer the flames of hell later for following the crowd into perdition.

KNOW YOUR BIBLE! READ Scripture for yourself do not rely on someone else’s perverted interpretation. If you need to readjust your thinking and get right with Elohim – do it; if you are not yet saved – get saved; if you have given your life to Yeshua, and are not sure how to live your new Christian life – get an older version of the Scriptures (before the obama era, when blasphemous ‘bibles’ were printed) and read it/amend your life accordingly: and fellowship with other Christians – this does not need to take place in a church building, which many have become questionable in relation to true and real Christianity.

Let us, together, bring in 2020 with gladness, joy, peace, and love.

Amen.


1 CORINTHIANS ~Chapter 15: Resurrection, Rapture, & Victory Over Death :-D

“Brethren, I want to remind you of the Gospel which I preach to you, and which you accepted, and on which you stand. And by this you are saved if you hold to the teaching that I left with you, otherwise you have believed in vain.

First and foremost, I passed on to you the teaching I had received, namely, that Yeshua dies for our sins according to the Scriptures; also that He was buried and that on the 3rd day He rose again, as the Scriptures said He would; and also that He was seen by Cephas, and then by the Twelve. Next, He appeared to more than 500 brethren at one time, most of whom are still alive, though some have passed on. Later, He was seen by James, and then by all the Apostles. Last of all, He appeared to me also – coming to me as to one untimely born. For I am the least important of the Apostles, unfit even to be called an Apostle, because I persecuted The Church.

But by the grace of Elohei, I am what I am, and His grace towards me has not been without results. I have actually done more work than all of the others, although strictly it was not I who did it, but Elohim’s grace which was with me. But whether it was I or they who labored, this is what we preach, and this is what you have believed.

We preach that Mashiach Yeshua was raised from the dead, and yet some of you say that there is no resurrection of the dead. How so? If there is no resurrection of the dead, then Mashiach was not raised. If Mashiach has not been raised, then our preaching counts for nothing and your faith is groundless. And we are found also to be false witnesses about Elohim, for we have proclaimed about Elohim that He raised up Mashiach from the dead, which is not true if there is no resurrection. For if the dead are never raised, then, surely, Mashiach was not raised either. But if Mashiach has not bee raised, then your faith is in vain and you are still in your sins. And those who died trusting in Mashiach to save them are lost forever. And if our hopes in Mashiach applied only to this life, and not beyond, then we, of all people, would be the most to be pitied.

But now Mashiach has been raised from the dead, and has become the first of those to be raised who have fallen asleep in death. Jut as death came into the world through a man, so also has the resurrection of the dead come through a Man! Just as all die because of Adam, so also shall all be made alive again because of Mashiach. There is a proper order in this unfolding: Mashiach first, then at Mashiach’s coming, those who believed on Him. After that the end will come when He will turn the kingdom over to Elohim, the Father, after having destroyed every other government, authority and power. He must reign until He puts His enemies under His feet.

Death, also an enemy, is the last to be destroyed. Scripture says, “He has put all things in subjection under His feet.” But when it says that “He has put all things in subjection”, it is self-evident that Elohim, Who reduced everything to subjection, is not included. And when Elohim shall have put all things in subjection to the Son, then the Son Himself will also become subject to Elohim, Who has given Him power over everything, so that Elohim will remain all in all.

There are some who practice baptism on behalf of the dead. Why do they do that, if the dead do not raise again at all? Why should anyone be baptized for the dead? And why do we live in danger every hour? I face death daily, not withstanding our boasting because we have safety in Yeshua Ha’Mashiach, our Lord. Humanly speaking, what dd I gain by “fighting for my life against wild beasts” at Ephesus? If there is no resurrection from the dead, why not say, “Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die?”

Don’t be mislead by such reasonings. Bad company harms good manners. Come to your senses and stop sinning. Some of you do not know Elohei at all, I say this to your shame.

Some will ask, “How can the dead rise?”; or, “What sort of body will they have when they come back?” Don’t be foolish. You know that when you sow a seed it has to die before it can grow again. And you know that when you sow, you do not sow the body that is to be, but a bare seed, such as wheat or some other grain. Elohim then gives each to each seed a body according to His own plans, that is, to each seed its own body.

In a similar way, not all flesh is the same. One kind is the flesh of men, another kind is the flesh of beasts, or of fish, or of birds. And there are heavenly bodies and earthly bodies, and the glories of the heavenly bodies are very different than the glories of the earthly bodies. For instance, the sun has one kind of beauty, the moon has another, and the stars still another. In fact, each star differs from every other star in its splendor.

In some such way is the resurrection of the dead. The body is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption. It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in honor. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in strength. It is sown in a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. As Scripture records it, “The first man, Adam, became a living soul.” The Last Adam was a life-giving Spirit.

It was not the spiritual that came first, but the physical. The spiritual came afterward. The first man was from the earth, made of dust; the second man was The Lord, Who came out of Heaven. The nature of man made of dust is repeated in all men – all made of dust; the nature of the Man from Heaven id repeated in those who are of Heaven. And just as we have been like the man made of dust, so also we can become like the Man from heaven.

I want to say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of heaven, nor will the perishable inherit the unperishable.

And I shall tell you a secret: we are not all going to die, but we are all going to be changed. It will come about suddenly, quickly, in the twinkling of an eye. There will be the sound of a trumpet, and the dead will be raised, and we shall be changed. For it is necessary that this perishable nature must change to the unperishable, and this mortal must put on immortality. And when this perishable nature shall have been changed to the imperishable, and this mortal nature shall have become immortal, then the words of Scripture will be fulfilled: “Death is swallowed up in victory! Where, then, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” (Isaiah 25:8 & Hosea 13:14).

It is sin that gives death its sting, and it is the Law that gives sin its strength. But thanks be to Elohim, for He gives us the victory through our Lord, Yeshua Ha’Mashiach!

So, my beloved brethren, stand firm, immovable, always busy in the Lord’s work, knowing that what you do in the service of The Lord is labor not thrown away!”





IN 17 HOURS/15 MINUTES ... WHERE ARE YOU CHRISTMAS

Today, last year, I was standing by Bob’s bedside at OHSU, watching his labored breathing. The edema had not abated despite the massaging leg cuffs; and the excess water weight was not draining fast enough despite the water reducing medication they had him on.

Edema was pressing on Bob’s vital organs and lungs.

Bob had not been allowed even a tongue-wetting sip by mouth for days. No ice cubes either. Bob was trying to say something to me, but he could no longer talk … his tongue had swollen, cracked, and split due to dehydration despite the saline drip. I almost lost my lunch when I saw his tongue – I called a nurse in and brought it to his attention, and the nurse said to me … “Oh that: I’ve seen worse with cancer patients after radiation treatments.” I just stared at him and stare-shamed him about his callous remark.

I didn’t want to know what I already KNEW: my husband was in the end game of his life.

I remember standing there, holding his hand, looking out the window into the glooming darkness, and thinking that all over the city below the hospital on the hill, life was going on full force … streets and homes would be hung with holly, wreaths, and brightly colored lights. People would be rushing to and fro; visiting friends & family, packing Malls: and constantly on the go.

But for those of us, here at OHSU, trapped in a nightmare before Christmas, it did not feel much like Christmas today, last year.

17 hours and 15 minutes was the timeline allotted to us as time started ticking down and memories kicked in: not a lot of time to cram a lifetime of memories into. Memories of me first seeing Bob and falling head over heels in love with him. Memories of hearing he had gotten married and being crushed. Memories of me trying to move forward by dating - and knowing I could never say 'I love you' to anyone but Bob: so, I didn't date a whole lot; there was no point. Memories of meeting a soon-to-be-divorced Bob face-to-face, thrilled beyond measure that he was noticing me and talking to me. Memories of Bob making that first phone call to me and asking me out on our first date ... and being with Bob constantly after that; spending every moment together we could between my school and work hours, and Bob's work schedule. Memories of making love for the first time and crying because it was so perfect: we were perfect together; Bob took time to make lovemaking perfect and special for me. Always. Memories of Bob wearing me down, and me agreeing to marry him. Memories of pregnancy confirmation, and Bob being so happy to have a baby daughter. Memories of Bob holding our newborn granddaughter, Alyna ... and 18 years later, holding our newborn grandson - Alyna's brother, Azariah. Memories of Bob as a wonderful husband, father, grandfather. Memories of Bob smiling that sexy smile aimed at me. Memories of Bob's twinkling eyes when he was teasing me. Memories of Bob's gentle voice and gentle touch. Memories of Bob laughing, speaking, making that throaty growl like Roy Orbison when he was in a playful mood. Memories of us traveling to various States, and building a life in retirement that allowed for more traveling. 

Memories of a life well lived, well loved, well spoken of.

Memories of a lifetime wrapping up to fast.

Me loving Bob so much it was choking me with the intensity; and me wondering how I was going to live without him when he left my embrace for Yeshua's embrace.


Me loving Bob so much that I steeled myself and prepared us both for his journey to the Home we both looked forward to - our Home beyond the clouds, in that parallel world where real life happens: no more pain, no more sorrow - only joy, peace, and love eternal.


Bob was ready to leave.


I readied myself to let him go.

Everything, as I had known it; everything as I had always hoped it could be - and Bob went out of his way to make sure things went that way - until, even that, was out of his hands - ended.

And, today – this year, I am trying to {keep it together} knowing that in 17 hours/15 minutes … I will mark my first year as a Widow.

My heart has hurt all day long, it has been hard to breathe all day long, and the tears have begun to flow.

And, also like today, last year, I am asking today – this year: “Where are you Christmas?”

MY WINDOW VIEWS TODAY …


Stormy weather.

I was doing research on the computer and not really paying attention to anything but what I was focused on – when I looked up, I realized it was stormy weather going on outside:

I love my skylights; they brighten up the dreary PNW days. Bob gave me the perfect gift with the last gift he would ever give me in the flesh.
So dusky even the automatic street lights have come on! And it isn’t even noon yet ...

And, in this downpour, there are 2 hummingbirds flitting around looking for a meal … but there is nothing set out. Anywhere. I feel bad for them, but it’s winter time; they should be loooong gone from here by now.

When the hummingbirds caught my attention from my peripheral eyesight, I also noticed that my eggplant has set blossoms :-D

Eggplant blossoms; 3 ct. so far.

These are my window views today …