Here is an excellent video updating the status of the Red Heifer which may, in fact, be a truly kosher red heifer, thus providing the missing ingredient needed for temple ordinances regarding purity. This elusive entity offers more than hope in the rebuilding of the Temple…
While we dared to dream, have we prepare our hearts?
The Temple Institute has been preparing for the 3rd Jewish temple for some time now, but the missing ingredient needed to re-establish the temple is the Red Heifer. Finding one that meets strict biblical requirements has been a task that seemingly has been impossible to meet…until now.
The ashes of the Red Heifer will be used to purify the temple for service and the heifer must be 3 years of age at the time of sacrifice. One has been found in the state of New Jersey, that so for, has met the biblical standards. She is beautiful and just turned two years old….
Watch the video below.
To learn more about the Red Heifer, read below:
He sits alone in his room. In bitter anguish, he recalls the most recent exploits of his classmates, and he regrets the day he was born. The agonizing banter of their scorn resounds in his head; a mock parody for their entertainment! Finally, he curls into a near fetal position, in spite of his over-sized belly, and welcomes the night.
There is comfort gained from this disappearing act, and silently, he cries. His tears emanate a private manifestation of his sadness, and a reminder of his most solemn vow; never again would his classmates see him cry. Since he realized that crying incited a plethora of torment, he simply joined the laughter, which invited more hostility.
The day is over; and he prays that tomorrow will not come. His life, now veiled by despair, is no longer worth the trouble; being morphed from inconvenience to trepidation, horror, and an overwhelming dread that looms in the hallways, the locker-room and showers, and even on the bus ride home!
So, he’s fat! So what! He wondered why the kids at school were so compelled to remind him. Did they think he was BLIND? His struggle with obesity met several vigorous attempts to lose weight, but these efforts only fostered dashed hopes, because he wanted so badly to be accepted.
He would have been a great friend, given the chance, yet he was just the “fat kid.” No one was aware of his talents. For one, he could draw! He painstakingly drew with such detail that his canvases came alive, yet his art remained obscure and unnoticed. He sketched people. Children with bruises, mothers that frowned, and people with empty stares. His drawings offered solace by recognizing the plight of others, for he was bitterly familiar.
He also was a fierce collector of baseball cards. What began as a hobby had morphed into a collection that aspired appreciation across the internet. His online profile, a false reveal, worked to his advantage, for online…he was sharp and savvy! Here, he became a worthy contender, as his portfolio could attest.
His one trait of common knowledge was his love of food. He consumed food like an alcoholic consumes liquor, not realizing this compulsion paralleled band-aiding a slit throat. Eating became a subconscious attempt to deaden his pain; a pain so profound that he feared to ponder it.
His life had become despondent. A dismal fear, held dear, with such an entangled embrace that he no longer had the fortitude to endure it. With the decision made and the method researched, his only regret was awarding his classmates their ultimate trophy, the last laugh. Be so as it may, on the eve of his fifteenth birthday, he ended his life.
The heartaches of the wounded child of no regard are often unbearable, and it is the responsibility of every parent to teach children to be kind to others. Within diversity…be it race, creed, gender, and yes, obesity…is the opportunity to gain awareness through acceptance. Bullying has become so prevalent, and the effect of abusive words are such that the cause is lost by those who have forgotten that charity begins at home.
I marvel at the rhetoric pertaining to this crisis, even though the psychological effects of bullying are monumental, and suicidal ideation has become a notable trend among our youth. As a society, we must commit to re-establish lines that dare not be crossed on our school campuses, and in our communities.
States and school districts now have mandated policies and increased legislative practices that can prevent bullying, yet the bully prevails. Though old habits die hard, especially in the southern regions of the United States, but they do die…with applied pressure! Today, we have the tools at our disposal to ensure a safe learning environment for our children, tools that are deemed worthless when districts go unchallenged. If parents of bullied children must pursue a compensation claim against a school for negligence, so be it! Diligence and due process are critical, and necessary steps toward rescuing our children.
what is made mention
of the plan of G-d for man
was to purchase my redemption;
Jesus had a master plan.
His atoning blood, remarkable grace,
of these I do believe!
Yet, oft’ times in the valley,
it’s doubt that I perceive.
“Tis not the sound of unbelief
left ringing from these words,
but mercy without measure?
To me, that seems absurd.
His Voice, I know; and words I keep
hid deep within my heart,
His Psalms of hope to which I weep;
What glory they impart.
You see, in my darkest hours
it was faith that carried me.
If not for these…my testaments,
would I still believe?
I know of a love story;
it’s the sweetest ever told…
How the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Surprised the Heavenly Host.
“Let Us make Man in Our Image!”
A plan that soon would grow
into this sweet love story,
for we, He Loved the Most!
We were not supposed to die
for we were perfectly designed;
for from the earth our flesh was formed;
and with His breath, He gave us life.
Then, our destiny was challenged
as God’s enemy drew near,
and we knew not that serpent
for he was so cavalier!
We believed his lies of grandeur;
causing death to reign…so near!
The sons of God now swallowed up
in darkness, and in fear.
But God, the Father, devised a plan
to defeat this enemy,
and I glory in the Love
that was soon bound to a tree.
God, the Son, in this sweet story
took on our wounded flesh,
and it was in this highest office,
life, eternal, was re-addressed.
So, Death…Where is your Victory?
Death, Where is your Sting?
It was swallowed up in Jesus
Our King, who reigns supreme!
Before I commit to this blog, let me say that I DO NOT believe that if someone dyes Easter eggs, and fills a basket with chocolate treats for the little ones to empty so they can collect the eggs that the Easter Bunny hid while they were sleeping, is going to hell. I say this because we, as a nation, have cultivated tradition as it applies to our Holidays so deeply that the mere mention of their pagan origins not only incites hostilities, it almost always ensures a “slammed door” on the conversation. You see, I not only ran with fervor as a child to fill my basket, I faithfully filled baskets for my children and stayed up late to hide the bunny’s loot! I get it. I am not suggesting that Easter Egg Hunts be outlawed, or that Peter Cottontail be tarred and feathered; but that the fun and games not overshadow the reason we celebrate Easter…the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ, Son of the living G-d. For the most part, we as Americans are not aware of the feasts, or festivals that were ordained by G-d as they, among other Torah perspectives, have been perverted from their original meanings. We forget that he first believers in Jesus were all Jewish and not until the salvation of Cornelius, in the tenth chapter of Acts, do we see that the Good News of the Kingdom was opened to the gentiles. When the gentiles became co-heirs of the Kingdom, major changes took place, first among the Jews, and also among the gentiles. The gentile believers were known as the “G-d-fearers”, who left paganism and incorporated the teachings of the Torah with some even attending Synagogue. It is certain that within both groups of believers, the working of Messiah within the Sabbath, the festivals, and customs were understood. In the year 66 C.E., the Apostle Paul died and the Jewish nation revolted against the Roman Empire. Four years later the Roman Legions encircled Jerusalem at the feast of Passover. Jesus was clear that the generation that was alive at the time of His death would see the destruction of Jerusalem. He had instructed that when the city was encircled by the enemy, they were to flee and this is what they did, enter, The Diaspora, or dispersion. The Jewish people became scattered throughout the Roman world, a world hostile to the Jews, where anti-Jewishness became popular and the opposite was interpreted as not being loyal to Rome. In spite of this, Jews were still becoming believers, as well as many Gentiles. Later, Constantine, the Caesar of Rome who, for political reasons, embraced a group that was now called Christians. In 325 C.E, The Council of Nicaea was formed. Included therein were the leaders of the churches throughout the land, with the exception of even one Rabbi. They prevailed to outlaw the Biblical Calendar, making the Sabbath a Sunday, as well as replacing Passover with Easter, in honor of the Babylonian goddess of fertility, and Sukkot with Christmas, for the Roman Sun God’s birthday. Hence, the “Christian Creed” and the New Testament Writings came forth from the findings of this council. The faith was now a totally different religion; having Greek names, concepts, and holidays that substantiated the gentiles. Yet, in the 23rd chapter of Leviticus, we see how the feasts, or festivals represent G-d’s appointed times. They are to teach of Messiah. In the festivals G-d explains, defines, demonstrates, and reinforces Himself, and His Plan. The Festivals are a picture of G-d’s plan for man. The first festival is called Passover. In Exodus 12, G-d instructed that on the 10th day of the month of Aviv (March 21), each family was to bring into their home a male lamb, without fault or blemish. For the next four days, they would nurture and inspect it. It is no coincidence that the Lamb of G-d entered Jerusalem this same day. We see in Mathew 21. 7-9, that Jesus, the Lamb of G-d, followed the procession of the Temple Lamb, after which, he was “inspected” for 4 days; and no fault was found in him. Finally, at 3:00, or the ninth hour, the priest would blow the shofar to announce the lamb had been slain; and we see Luke 23:44–46, that this is precisely the time Jesus died. The feast of Passover, when a sacrificial lamb would take away the sins of the world, was a “holy convocation” (Leviticus 23), or recital, which pointed to Jesus as the perfect sacrifice…Jesus was and is enough. It would be precarious for me to even hope that we, as a nation, would integrate the Levitical Feasts into our culture as a social norm, however, I can hope that consideration of the Feast of Passover be honored with a fresh understanding of G-d’s Love for Man.
“…that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”–ABRAHAM LINCOLN
My fellow Americans, our nations bane hasn’t been caused, nor can it be blamed on any one person, or official, because our Constitution was framed to protect us from an overly imposing government.
While Legislative Bills and Executive Orders were redefining our Constitution and Bill of Rights, we slept. Now, we are faced with the unimaginable; America, rendered powerless to the grip of globalization!
The benefits of being an American have begun to dim, as our homeland bears little resemblance to the “Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.” No longer are the nations of the world motivated to respect us, and the oppressive nations ostentatiously bewail our demise by their acts of open aggression.
Though I am but one voice, I pray that many will arise; sounding like a mighty wind that will not be denied. We need to reassess the value of our freedom before it has been ceded to hostile subjugation. Otherwise, the obvious will prevail… “I didn’t recognize my enemy, because that monster looked just like me!”