Posted on Oct 4, 2016 | 1 comment

We had a wonderful time celebrating the ‘blowing‘ – Yom Teruah – it was a night filled with love, and mercy, good food and fellowship.  My husband and I felt led by the Holy One Himself to send out an open invitation to all those in the surrounding areas. Those who were divided, who were hurt, disappointed and at odds with each other. Truth be told, there was a fair amount of push back from all sides against an open invitation. We pondered if we were hearing from the Father or if it was simply something we wanted to do in our own flesh. But the Father kept bringing to our remembrance:

If someone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for the one who does not love his brother whom he has seen, cannot love God whom he has not seen.  1 John 4:20

The question in that sentence, is how does one walk out ‘loving God’? Do we say we do not hate our brother but in the same breath refuse to speak to them or sit in the same room? May it never be. So proceed we did. Everything seemed to be against it. Thursday evening my health began to deteriorate. Pain set in and then a very important meeting cancelled on Friday. Saturday evening my coughing resumed and by Sunday evening I was positive that my throat would not be able to get one sentence out much less a whole teaching! As people arrived, I even began to let them know that this wasn’t going to be typical and portions of what I had prepared would need to be passed among them.

As the evening progressed and people began arriving, I had to just ‘let it go’ and enjoy what I could. Maybe the stress of the opposition had begun eating away again at my health….not sure. So many brought so much….the festive meal was a banquet. A gift of flowers graced the table, and all had their fill and then some! As we were finishing our meal, the silver trumpets – YES – we had 2 silver trumpets brought by dear brother Glen, began to announce the opening of the beginning of Yom Teruah.  We all headed towards the chuppa and the bonfire outside, and to my disbelief, it began to rain…..WHAT!!!??? What else YAH? I silently screamed. Little did I realize they were tears from on high.

trumpets_spacelThe silver trumpets penetrated the evening, calling the scattered Israelites to assemble, there was little we could do to prevent the tears falling from heaven. They were tiny teardrops, briefly blessing us, breathing on us, awakening us.  As the sound of the trumpets opened the gates of heaven, a dear, long time friend of mine of 30 years had seen that I was having difficulty getting words out without coughing inbetween….she felt led to come pray over me as the silver trumpets sounded. We took our seats.

Our precious brother Terry took up his place at the head of the gathering and stood underneath the chuppa and welcomed all to our set-apart time to honor our King at His appointed day.  His message was short, but clear – and so very relevant to what is transpiring in many areas around the world. He spoke of how bread was kneaded and punched and rolled and twisted and kneaded and punched and rolled again. We are like that bread, we ARE the bread and we are being kneaded and rolled and punched and twisted together and soon, very soon, we will be transformed into that beautiful, glazed, perfectly for loaf! What symbology!

Then it was my turn to stand under the chuppa….the bridal chamber, the sukkah. As I took my place under the chuppa – I looked down at my ‘teaching‘ … and had already known I would not be using it – or any of the various ‘teachings’ I had prepared. This was a time to speak from the heart. As I shared about the season, about the Father’s heart, about our hearts and what had brought us to feel led to have an open invitation, I realized that my voice had not cracked even once, it was a clear and loud message! Silently I screamed again – HALLELUYAH! Thank you Father! Thank you for that sister who was obedient to come lay hands on me!

The message actually was very simple. The 30 or so people that had joined us in our celebration already knew the particulars of what this Feast Day meant. But each and every one had been part of a division in one way or another and were sick at heart.  That evening was truly Ruach (Spirit) led. A new thing happened and healing began within the hearts because we were cracking open a door, tearing down the walls with tears, and seeing each other through the eyes of the Father. This was the last day of the King being in the field, and He was now beginning to sit down on His throne to begin judging. We could feel His eyes upon us…we could see a tear in His eye. His eyes met ours. We hung our heads, tore our robes and knew what we had to do. Repent….return….and be a light to others who were hurting. We needed to see with the eyes of the Holy One himself!

This night was a night where all understood, I believe, that this event will truly happen. The King will sit down, and He will judge each person for the works that they have done. He will not judge us to see if we were perfect….He will judge us to see if we were the best we could be! He will ask us if we loved our brother. That is the question. What is your answer? How did you love? Did you say you loved your brother but would never sit down next to him? Was he wrong and you right? Did he offend you and you are waiting for him to acknowledge it? Scripture admonishes us to:

“You have heard that the ancients were told, ‘YOU SHALL NOT COMMIT MURDER and ‘Whoever commits murder shall be liable to the court.’ “But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother shall be guilty before the court; and whoever says to his brother, ‘You good-for-nothing,’ shall be guilty before the supreme court; and whoever says, ‘You fool,’ shall be guilty enough to go into the fiery hell.  “Therefore if you are presenting your offering at the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your offering there before the altar and go; first be reconciled to your brother, and then come and present your offering. Matthew 5:21-23

That should give us all cause for pause, don’t you think? This was our heart in having an open invitation, to be reconciled with our brother and sister. No matter the fallout, no matter the consequences, the Holy One had given us a heart of compassion, His heart of compassion.

As dusk began to fall, we were reminded that we were supposed to be the bride, we were supposed to have pure and unblemished garments before meeting our groom. We picked up our lamps filled with oil and stood underneath the chuppa. Another dear friend of mine for at least 30 years, our sister from the tribe of Judah, lit the Sabbath candles and prayed the blessing. Linnie’s words were like a healing balm to our hearts. A song from Jonathan Settle softly wrapped us in the closeness of being near the King, reminding us of who we served.  We contemplated our past and vowed to live up to our mission as best we could if given this next year by the King.

Dusk settled, and our brother blew the shofar, the ram’s horn, the battle cry, the blowawakening pierced our souls! The Father healed and released me from the emotional trap that I had been carrying. This was His appointed time of judging ‘me’ and allowing the release to come from carrying the weight of so much. Yes, peacemaker would always remain my calling, but carrying the weight of and responsibility to bring healing would be left on His shoulders. It would be interesting to know what the Father put on the hearts of others as the cry of the shofar rang out…. Then…..a MULTITUDE of shofars rang in unison and even the lights in the night sky took notice! Children blew the trumpets, halleluahs all around and fellowship took on a new meaning. A sweetness filled the air as we made our way to the dessert table and partook of the bounty.

It was definitely a night to remember and my husband and I simply want to say to all that took time to be ‘set apart’ on that evening, on that Appointment made by their King, a BERAKAH a blessing ….


One Comment

  1. 10-8-2016

    Pam, I sure wish I could have been there with everyone, you made it sound so beautiful, and I cried because, I have never been to one like you described; it must have been wonderful. May Ye’HOVAH Bless you and keep you and may his face shine on you. Jeri Carter.

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