The Birth of Jesus

Gospel of John 7:40 - 43 ~ "Some of the people therefore, when they heard these words, were saying, “This certainly is the Prophet.” Others were saying, “This is the Christ.” Still others were saying, “Surely the Christ is not going to come from Galilee, is He? Has not the Scripture said that the Christ comes from the descendants of David, and from Bethlehem, the village where David was?” So a division occurred in the crowd because of Him. Some of them wanted to seize Him, but no one laid hands on Him."

I remember reading this a few years ago and thought to myself, "Oh, Yeshua was probably born in Galilee, not Bethlehem".

By reading the above verse in John, you can plainly see that the people were divided over Yeshua being the Christ. Some were saying, "Yes, he is the Christ", and others were saying, "No, he isn't the Christ because he was from Galilee and not Bethlehem, and the prophecies stated that the Christ would be a descendant of David and from Bethlehem (which John implies that Yeshua was not)". There was so much debate about this, that divisions were created - people were hard set on Yeshua not being the Christ. So something HAD to be done.

Along came the authors and editors of Matthew and Luke, and what they wrote concerning "the birth of Jesus". Someone in the Church needed to have the final say because this issue of "where was Jesus born" was causing trouble in the early Church.

The author of Mark (the oldest gospel in the bible) and the authors of John never lead anyone to think that Yeshua was born in Bethlehem, but rather he was born in Galilee, from Nazareth of Galilee to be more specific. But since Matthew's and Luke's authors knew that Yeshua was from Galilee and still needed to fulfill prophecy to appease the masses, they both created their own versions of how Yeshua was born in Bethlehem and ended up in Galilee early in life. (In Matthew, Joseph and Mary were in Bethlehem and took Jesus to live in Egypt because Herod was so jealous of being out-kinged by a male baby that he killed them all; when the threat was over, Jesus, Joseph and Mary went to live in Nazareth. In Luke, Joseph and Mary went to Bethlehem to take part in the census - Mary had Jesus, and they all returned to Nazareth.) Both "gospels" were written to fulfill a need in the first (and second) century church.

Yeshua being the Christ has nothing to do with where he was born nor whom he descended from. The fact that people think being Christ has anything to do with this is a huge problem. The fact that the editors of Matthew and the author of Luke decided to add a Bethlehem narrative to validate Yeshua being the Christ shows how godless they were (and it shows how early on the salvation of Yeshua had been made into the religion of Jesus). Being the Christ has nothing to do with sacrifice nor hanging up on a cross; it has nothing to do with David nor Bethlehem; it has nothing to do with blood, water, baptism, sacraments, holy ghost tongues, heaven, hell, dancing, shouting, preaching, confessing, fasting, nor prayer. Being the Christ is showing the whole world what God's salvation truly is. You believe that God healed you, but to what end? In a few winters, you will be no more - like a flower in a field. God heals your cancer, but you drop dead from pneumonia; God heals your fractures and wounds, but you drop dead from kidney failure. What's the point? This isn't salvation.

To be Christ like, is to live as simply and as faithfully as Yeshua lived, and then to receive eternal life (in the flesh), just as he did. To be Christ like, is not dependent on your efforts, but rests solely on God's mercy - otherwise it is impossible to be faithful or good. (You trust in the efforts of those who forge weapons and in the weapons themselves far more than you trust God. Only God can reverse this in you. And in the first century, when people witnessed Christ outside the grave, that shock and awe branded the faith of God in them.) Something else has to be done today - because that was 2000 years ago, and there was no video recording or photography back then to capture the event. So God has to come up with some other idea for you.

Temple of God

I read the comments of this lady speaking harshly of a transgender man who is a bodybuilder. She stated that the body is the temple of God.

How can you say that your body is the temple of God when, in a few summers, your body will grow decrepit and wither away in some grave?

What makes you think God has taken up residence in your flesh when you are the one doing all the upkeep and God has not lifted a finger to help?

This is God's universe. There are always new things to learn. You will never ever know everything - not even after a billion billion years. Knowing that you can never know everything, how can you then pass judgment on others based on your current and limited understanding?

It is OK to think, to use your brain to at least attempt to understand what you see God doing.

Do you think it's disrespectful to look upward and ask questions? Perhaps you think it's pointless?

Something I read in Isaiah made me think of this. It would be amazing if God humbled the world and began removing boundaries. Of course, such events will cause many rich and corrupt tears, and cause many slain bodies to lie in dry streets and cause others to float on flowing waters. There is no righteousness here; every man is afraid and has established his faith in his fear; his trust is in his own strength and in his weapons.

Cameroon

When will you have enough of the bloodshed? Yahweh my God is angry, and it appears that God is showing the beginning of rage over Saudi Arabia. If you don't put an abrupt end to the bloodshed, you will find yourself pleading and begging for mercy to the living God who will ignore your prayers. God will burst over your nation if you do not put an end to the violence.

Does God really need to get involved with you?

My first dream

I had this dream on January 2, 2006, a few days after first meeting God, a few months before the messengers (as I've called them over the years) began flying overhead at night. I'm only posting this because I ran across it in an old email - I don't know what to make of it (if anything).

I was in a car with my mother and my brother riding along a beltway around Washington, DC.  I could see the city from the road.  While riding in the car, we saw a comet, it was very vivid - as if we were close enough to see that it wasn't perfectly round.  From the road we also saw smoke coming up from behind the buildings going high into the air.  At first, I thought the smoke came from the chimney's of the buildings themselves as they often do.

We entered DC and met up with a white guy we knew (though I don’t know him in real life).  While walking around the city we again noticed the comet, and then a second comet appeared - much smaller than the first.  The smoke from behind the buildings got thicker and darker and became more gray.  There was a bright flash of light from where the smoke was coming from, then a loud explosion.  Dirt flew into the air.  People were screaming horribly and loudly from the explosion area.  Then there was another explosion, then another, all in a single line about a half mile apart each – so I figured it had something to do with a gas leak underground.  But then, the ground began exploding all around irregularly.  I thought we were safe until the explosions began to come toward us and around us.  We could see the explosions because they came so close; the ground sunk before it blew up – seeing this, I panicked.  The ground quickly sunk underneath my mother, but my brother and I were close enough to catch her and pull her back up.  The buildings began to disintegrate all around us, and there was no where to run, as the land around us had almost sunk away.

I then immediately had a vision of the land in its the past.  The city was once a land with nothing on it but bushes and trees, and it met this same destruction.  After some good time, the city was with moderately tall buildings, similar to the ones there now, it met the same destruction.  Then there was a city with very tall buildings, but with designs and patterns of lights I had never seen before – it had a very futuristic look, it met the same destruction.

The vision ended and I was scared.  I looked into the sky, stretched up my left hand and called out the name of Yahweh and said “please save us, please save us.”  Then there was a bright flash of light.  My brother, my mother, the white man, and I were suddenly in the middle of the street at an intersection.  At first, I didn’t think anyone other than me remembered what had just happened, but I saw that the white man was scared and confused, so I knew that my mother and brother also knew.  A cop ran up to the white man and was about to arrest him because someone said he was peeing in the street a few hours earlier, but he explained himself quickly and the cop left him alone.  At that point we knew we had returned to the past because the white man had already been through that situation – like dejavu, but we all remembered it.  I looked up in the sky and saw the vivid comet, so I knew I had to let the city know what was going to happen.  I called 911 and explained the whole situation to the operator as complete as I could, but she didn’t believe me.  I told her to look in the sky, the comet was the sign that the city would be destroyed and I asked her if she knew a geologist who could maybe figure out the problem, but she didn’t know of any and wouldn’t help me any further.  We then saw the second comet in the sky, so I knew it was time for us to leave.  I told everyone to call the families and warn them and that we couldn’t go home for anything.  We all hopped on a large black bus that the white man was driving and we pulled off.  I saw my car as we began to leave the city, so I told him to stop so I could hop in the car because I figured we could use it.  I left my wallet in the car – so that was my true motivation for getting in the car.  I pulled up behind the bus, stuck my arm out the window, and waved my hand forward telling them to go.  So we all pulled off, and I woke up.

God will not relent

Humanity has had thousands and thousands of years to do what they know they ought to do, and they still do not do it. Because of this, God must get involved, and because God is getting involved, people will die. This was confirmed by a very slow moving spacecraft that illuminated very brightly for a few seconds then dimmed out of sight.

Bombs will fall, bullets will fly, hurricanes will lay waste, floods will wash away, diseases will corrupt, droughts will dry up, and hail will be hurled.

God is equitable; men, women, and children will perish equally.

For instance, everyone knows that allowing children to starve is fucking awful - everyone. Yet, since saving children does not make money, they are ignored and left to fade away. It is for this reason, that your children will fade away. People have been left to endure brutality and oppression and starvation for eons; but no longer! The wrath of God is come.

In the hour of God's rage, your cries and prayers and pleads will be ignored. For you have let your mother and your minister convince you that your wealth is God's gift, and that the uprightness of man is based on the size of his bank account, his belief in scripture, and the amount of his assets. Get away from me.

You know the awful ways that you treat people; you then repent to that thing you serve, admit that you're not perfect, then keep right on treating people awfully. And no, your donations do not make you a good person. Your donations have not, nor will they ever, end poverty on the Earth. Give me 1 trillion dollars to end starvation on the Earth, and then I will forgive you. If I do not forgive you, then God will not forgive you and will not relent. God will not relent if you do not bring about restorative justice on the Earth.