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:
While reading the story of Jesus’ birth from the Book of Luke with my grandson, the Lord presented me with a “golden nugget” that I would like to share. I have been taught to pay close attention to the words that I speak. I have done studies on the impact that the words of our mouth has on our lives, in respect to related scriptures from the Old and the New Books. I get the “rudder” on the ship scripture and have spent many an hour contemplating “life and death is in the power of the tongue.” I take this very seroiusly and am acutely aware of the attention required in bridling the tongue, an art few have mastered.
This is why I am so compelled to revisit Zacharias and Elizabeth in the Book of Luke. We are told in ch 1 vs 5,6, that Zacharias was a priest (Tribe of Levi), that Elizabeth was of the daughters of Aaron, and that both were righteous before G-d. The Word goes on to tell of His temple duties, to which he was attending when the Angel of the Lord appeared to him with the news that his prayers were heard and that he and Elizabeth would bear a son.
Notice Zacharias’ reply! Verse 18: And Zacharias said unto the angel, Whereby shall I know this? for I am an old man, and my wife well stricken in years. Finally, I am at the exciting part! The keyword here is said! He spoke in line with his unbelief! His words did not agree with G-d’s words as delivered by Gabriel!
Zacharias was struck dumb and not until the birth of John did he speak again. You see? When we fail to agree with the Word of G-d with our mouth and when we speak unbelief, we actually empower Hell! Had Zacharias not been struck dumb, his words would have impacted the resulting miracle awaiting him; The birth of John the Baptist!
I trust that this will bless you as much as it did me and also that it act as a reminder to guard our words, bringing them into captivity to the Word.
He sits alone in his room. In bitter anguish, he recalls their most recent exploits and rues the day he was born. The agonizing banter of their scorn resounds as he curls into a fetal position that he cannot complete due to his over-sized belly.
There is a comfort to be gained by such a disappearing act. Silently, he cries. The tears are inherently a private manifestation of his sadness, and a reminder of his most solemn vow; Never again will they see him cry. They can call him names and laugh at him, but he has learned to laugh with them. He was only 10 years old when he realized that his tears invited heightened onslaughts of verbal attacks, producing multiplied cycles of torment… a personal assignment each tear. He soon realized a sense of power over them as he denied them his tears, restricting their amusement by the sheer act of forced laughter.
Finally, he succumbs to slumber as he prays that tomorrow would not come; That he could escape the morning, because he would gladly trade his very breath to escape the school bell as it ushers in another day. The days of his life have become veiled by despair, and like his own viability, seem nonexistent and void of worth. His memory is absent of joy and happiness as he tries to recollect a smile of pride from anyone that he knows, but he cannot.
He is acutely aware of the fact that he is fat; He has been overweight for as long as he can remember. He had been to several doctors, hoping to finding something…anything to blame, but his prognosis was “the speech” and a diet plan. Every failed effort to circumvent the obvious was met with the cold, hard, truth; His shame and utter blame for this condition. He was fat, and he knew it! Why did the kids at school feel so compelled to remind him with their sneering and name calling?
Was anybody aware of the fact that he could draw? Not even a teacher, from this present year or past, had ever commented on his artwork. He painstakingly drew with such detail, that the final picture became a remarkable resemblance of it’s subject. He drew people. He drew children with bruises, mothers that frowned, and people with empty stares. These were the people by whom he offered a glimpse of awareness of their plight and bitter familiarity of the wounds within the deepest of hearts.
He wondered if anybody knew that he collected baseball cards. For years, he had managed a portfolio which aspired appreciation across the internet. His online profile failed to reveal the real person at the keyboard, which worked to his advantage because online…he was sharp and savvy and popular. He enjoyed trading online and became a worthy contender as his collection could attest.
The one thing that was sure to become common knowledge was the fact that he loved to eat. He consumed food like an alcoholic consumes liquor. He failed to realize that the compulsion was like using a band-aid on a slit throat. Eating became a subconscious attempt to deaden his pain; Pain, so profound…he feared pondering 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. With the decision made and the method researched, his only regret was that he resented rewarding 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 children of no regard are unbearable, and it is the responsibility of every parent and teacher to teach their children to be kind to others. At every level of diversity, be it race, creed, gender, and yes, obesity, is the opportunity to expand one’s awareness of others, rewarding one another fulfillment. It is sad that bullying has become so prevalent. The effect of abusive words are such that the cause is lost in a society that has forgotten that charity begins at home. Are we the resulting factor of a generation that has no basic moral standards? Have the baby-boomers been so caught up in themselves that they failed to include “Manners 101” in the rearing of the masses?
As a society, we must commit to re-establish lines that are not to be crossed. Children need to be taught the basic, human behavior which so necessitates kindness, one to another. The result of casual name calling and harmful language is futile; It resembles no good thing. More often than not, the child who bullies has his own identity issues as he seeks empowerment by exploiting the uniqueness of others and, quite frankly, is the lesser of the two and a victim, as well.
I marvel at the rhetoric pertaining to this crisis, yet according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, we find that obesity has nearly tripled since 1980 with 17% of our young people from ages 2-19 are clinically obese. The effect that they experience prematurely range from cardiovascular disease and high blood pressure, impaired glucose intolerance/Type II diabetes, pulmonary malfunctions, joint pain, fatty liver, gallstones, esophageal re-flux, and the psychological effects are tremendous. Prevalent social and pathological disorders are associated within the realm of obese children. Suicidal Ideation has become a notable trend among our youth. A staggering 63% of the children who are bullied are also overweight.