Who Is The “Watchman” Of Our Soul, Anyone?

Who Is The “Watchman” Of Our Soul, Anyone?

Before I write articles to put into this blog I always have a prayer session with the Son and the Father through the Spirit of God. I know that of my own accord I am not wise enough to give any advice, I need the knowledge that the Lord’s Spirit gives to us humans when we seek it. For the Lord does not do His will in secret, nor is His word hidden from us. The Lord is the Light that no evil can stand before. Come study the word of the Lord with us. Let His love shine upon all of our hearts and let Him enlighten our Souls. The reason, I pray is that hope that none of us would be a Watchman who is found sleeping at the Lord’s return (Second Advent of Christ).

 

Folks, unless the Lord is the foundation and the builder of our family, the house of ones own life, then all the labor that has gone into it is in vain. Just as with the truth, that unless the Lord is the protector of your community, city, or country, the Watchman stays awake in vain. If you happen to have a Bible handy, please turn to the 3rd chapter of the book of Ezekiel in the Old Testament so that you can verify these things I am speaking with you about. Ezekiel was born in the year 622 B.C. and his name in the Hebrew language means ‘may God strengthen him’. He is the Prophet that was giving the warning to the House of Israel that God was going to destroy Jerusalem via a foreign military power if Jerusalem did not return to following God’s teachings, yet the King and the other leaders refused to listen to his warnings. Ezekiel was sent by God to be a Watchman and in the third chapter you get a very good description of the job of a Watchman.

 

In our society today when we hear the term Watchman we tend to think of a Security Guard. A person who is paid to watch over a factory, warehouse or an office building. Some people, some businesses, only employ a Watchman during the night-time or only on the weekends when they are closed. Other businesses with more to lose will employ Watchmen/Security, on a 24/7/365 days a year schedule. These Watchmen are hired to help the owners feel more safe, more protected from the bad folks in the world as well as for security from things like fires. These Watchmen are there to protect the property and the flesh. If a problem arises and the Watchman does not protect by sounding the alarm, when the fire is over and the smoke has cleared this Watchman, this Security Guard, is going to be in a lot of trouble. You know that the owner of the property is going to be irate because his ‘Guard’ did not do his job, he did not protect the owner’s property. Most likely this ‘Watchman’ besides losing his job is going to have to answer to the Sheriff and a Judge.

 

Now, speaking in a Spiritual since it is a Biblical truth that to whom much is given, much is required of them by God Himself. To those whom knowledge is given it is required of them to be a mouthpiece and a light for those who are living in darkness regarding what Spiritual truth is. If you are a leader in a Church, a Deacon, Elder, or Pastor, much is required of you. These positions in the Church are not just positions created by a man or woman so that they/you can receive glory or praise from mankind! These are positions of responsibility and accountability from God Himself! If you hold one of these positions you are a Watchman of God’s Bride, the Church. If the Bride is unfaithful and unclean at the return of the Groom which is Jesus Himself, I would not want to be you. You need to understand that the blood of the Lost Sheep which is the members of the Congregation, the Church, The Bride, will be upon your hands. You are the Watchman that was anointed by God and you are accountable to God for those people’s Souls. To he whom much is given, much is required of you.

 

I do have a few more things that I would like to speak with you about. If you are a Christian the Holy Spirit of God indwells within you, He is The Comforter of the Christian person. It is true that the Spirit is willing but that human flesh is weak. For many people it is difficult to be a witness for Jesus in our daily lives yet in reality we all do it every day. Do you find yourself thinking now wait a minute, what are you talking about? Friends the answer to this is very simple, all Christians are Watchmen for the Lord. Have I confused you yet? Okay, let me break this down and make it more plain for all of us to understand.

 

Even if we are not leaders within a Congregation we are all still Watchmen for God. Are you a member of a family? Do you have a spouse of children at you home? Do you have any extended blood family that doesn’t live in your home? Do you even know who your neighbors are, or, do you have any coworkers at your place of employment? Here is a truth for all of us, if we are a Christian we are a light of God. You are one of God’s Watchmen! If we take our God-given talents and hide them in the sand how is it that we think that Jesus won’t be mad at us upon His return? I am not speaking of gold or silver, I am not speaking of human material talent or treasure that you are in danger of losing, I am speaking about your Soul.

 

We are all a light for God, we are all Watchmen over the lives and Souls of those we are in contact with. Even if we say nothing to a person our ‘Light’ should draw people’s attention, and it does. What I mean by this is simple, Christians should always, everyday be doing their very best to walk our lives after the heart and face of Jesus Christ. By our living examples we should standout from the ways of the world. If we do not by our examples witness to the world around us positively then we are still witnessing about our own lack of faith. The people around us still see our Light even if that Light is being hidden under a facade. When these people around us die and go to their personal judgement at the feet of Christ and they get condemned to Hell do you really think that their blood will not be laid upon you at your judgement?

 

When we are all at the Judgement Seat of Christ after we die we are all going to be questioned about everything that we have ever done, or not done. Will the blood of all of our family members, friends and loved ones be poured out upon our head? Do we really care about anyone other than our own selves? We will all be questioned about the people that we have come in contact with during our lives as to why we did or did not shine a true Christian Light to guide these folks to the salvation Jesus Christ offers us all. What kind of example are we setting? What kind of Watchman are we? What kind of Light and Servant of God are we? Folks when we stand before the Lord Jesus at our own judgement only the pure and total truth we will hear, but will the truth save us, or condemn us?

The Middle-East, Syria, How Much Blood Per Acre Is The Land Worth?

The Middle-East, Syria, How Much Blood Per Acre Is The Land Worth?

 

Sometimes on our evening news we see scenes of places where wars are going on in the ‘Islamic world’. Whether the landscaping is from Libya, Syria, Iraq, or Afghanistan, folks these people are fighting over and losing their lives over what is nothing but rubble. Folks before George W. Bush ran us into Iraq so he could show his daddy ‘how it’s done’, these battle scenes we have been seeing on the evening news were the cities that are now rubble, some had hundreds of thousands, some millions of residents. In the places where buildings are still standing they are so mauled they will need to be torn down even if a total peace started right now. What I am getting at here is a financial question. Think about it for a moment, if Cities like Knoxville Tennessee, Lexington Kentucky, and Deadwood South Dakota were standing in total rubble what would be the cost of the rubble being hauled to a huge land dump/buried and then having the land scraped clean? Then of course there is the cost of reconstruction. Just in the cities that I just mentioned the cost would probably be several hundred billion dollars. What do you think the rebuild cost will be to remake a whole country like Syria from the ground up? If the Syrian President told ISIS that they could have the City (the ruins) of Aleppo, what would they have gained? They would have a lot of stone, a lot of rock, and a whole lot of dry baron dirt. No economy, no infrastructure, no housing, no people, total brain-drain, no food, no transportation system, what piece of dirt over there is worth anyone’s bloodshed? Should the world maybe realize that there is more behind these wars than just wanting the dirt? Could the real issue be the raw hatred of each other (Shiite – Sunni)? If this is the case (and it is) then it makes no sense for ‘the West’ to spill any of our blood over there because this is a fight that will only end when one has killed-off the other, no matter how much of our blood we give to each of them because they both hate our guts. Should the whole world pull a Donald Trump and maybe put a wall up around all of the Middle-East, deport all people whom believe in Islam and make them stay there and fight it out until only one or the other exist? Thing is the world would still have to keep the winner walled in because you know that the winners would unleash all their hate on you as soon as they get back into your country.

(Spiritual Poem) Barrels For Bullets

(BARRELS FOR BULLETS)

 

In 632 it began with the King of deception deceiving of a man

Deceived by a Snake wrapped in the sand speaking our tongue

Hate rising, man against man, blood spilled, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind to cherish and love

By being aloof with great ego’s we are now blinded, selfies in love

 

 

To their brothers of the sand the Royals hid the love of God’s loving Bride

For the Spirit of God was not within, being consumed in our ego and lust

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers, not believing in His Word

To our brothers and sisters, you don’t even know whom you are sent to kill

 

 

Christians and Jews your aloofness drove them to the arms of the Deceiver

For the black gold under the sand now is covered in red flowing from men

Many leaders of this world sold their own souls just to advance a position

How many bullets, innocent lives, families destroyed does one barrel hold

That is one I’m sure the great Deceiver will give to God his final tally told

(Humanity Poem) Hearts Breaking

HEARTS BREAKING

 

Hear the pain

Ringing through the tears

Blood red, so many Roses blackened

Hearts broken for loved ones gone

Why so young are their last breaths taken

Hearts pleading, Hearts breaking, Hearts crying

Blood spilling, our youth, our hope, dying!

(Religious Poem) Can A Prince Die, Spill His Blood, Then Be Our King

CAN A PRINCE DIE, SPILL HIS BLOOD, THEN BE OUR KING

 

What gives a Prince the right to serve or to rule

Bloodline, is that all it needs to be, to rule over me

The Blood, the Will, and the Love, all were necessity

To qualify, exceptionable pure sacrifice, on that Tree

Human ignorance brought the Prince of Peace low

Gethsemane, on His knees He prayed for you and me

Bled, Died, Raised, totally sanctified, now He is The King!

The Ridiculous B.S. Jewish Families Had To Deal With Growing Up In Russia

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF DOLLY AT ‘KOOLKOSHERKITCHEN’)

Hi, my name is Dolly. Actually, I am Devorah Yentl, but when I was born, clerks in communist Russia were not allowed to record names like that on a birth certificate. So the woman said to my mother, “Little girl, go and come back with a good Russian name.” My mother was little, that much was true, and at 4’11” she did look like a teenager. She wasn’t timid, though, and she did come back with a good Russian name, Dolly. As you can see, it starts with a D and ends with an L. To the clerk’s exasperated whisper, “But it’s still foreign!” she calmly opened a book she brought with her. Leo Tolstoy, the Russian classic, had Princess Dolly among his main characters in Anna Karenina. You couldn’t argue with Tolstoy, and thus it was duly recorded, in memory of my two great-grandmothers. Lest you think it only happened to Jews, I will refer you to a documentary about a famous Russian actress Lyudmila Gurchenko whose father wanted to name her Lucy. The clerk flatly refused to record a foreign name, suggesting “modern soviet names” Lenina, Stalina, Lelud (Lenin Loves Kids), or Dazdraperma (Long Live May 1st). They finally settled on an old Russian Lyudmila, but throughout her long and eventful life she was known as Lucy.

It wasn’t easy to keep kosher in communist Russia. You couldn’t go to a kosher store and buy anything, from soup to nuts, with a Hecksher,  the way it is in the US.  Here, chicken is already shechted for you, and cows conveniently label their own parts as “beef for stew.” As Yakov Smirnov used to say in the eponymous TV sitcom, “What a country!” For us, Cholov Israel meant my Zeide actually watching the milking process.  And when the shoichet was retired because his hands were shaking, Zeide would buy live chickens and shecht them himself. Since childhood, I was taught how to salt a chicken to drain all blood out of it, to make it kosher. When I bought my first kosher chicken in a Jewish store in America, I brought it home, cut it open, and to my horror, found a small clot of blood! I salted it and left it to drain as I had been taught. For quite a few years after that, I kept “kashering” kosher meat, just in case.

I am semi-retired, I love to cook, and I now have time on my hands to share my recipes and exchange new food ideas. My recipes are different from traditional American Jewish food. I invite you to explore, to experiment, and by all means, to get your kids involved in the magical fun of transforming this-that-and the other into something delicious to grace your table. This is truly better than I-pad, so what’s a little mess made by little hands, when there is lots of love and laughter!

This blog is dedicated to my children who have been incredibly supportive throughout an ordeal of my father’s illness and – Acharon, acharon… – to the memory of my father, a beautiful person loved by all.

(Nature/Poem) These Beautiful Appalachian Hills

These Beautiful Appalachian Hills

 

These beautiful hills of east Tennessee

The Smokey’s so beautiful, all natural

A gem of nature, for all, so pleasing to see

Can the eye see, what was, what is, what will be

 

Appalachia, scenic, pleasing to one’s senses

People so poor, yet so kind, southern hospitality

Raised with tobacco, coal, and dirt in our blood

Heads bowed on the Sabbath or the First

Like we know we all should, give the Lord thanks

 

Blue Ridge Mountains of southwest Virginia

Iron Ridge, Twin County, Carol and Grayson

Twin sisters in nature, the people are one

Our love is not money The Lord come’s first

 

Tread lightly on that which you love

Walk to heavily, you crush all that is good

Consider that what you see, given by Grace

God’s nature is that which you breathe

 

Do not let that which you love, be trashed

Treat your gifts like one that you truly love

From the Smokey’s to the Blue Ridge Mountains

A gift we are given by Grace so blessed to call home

 

 

(History/Poem): Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish South Dakota

 

What an odd name, ye may think of me

But for a lack of luck ye all would know me

Maybe my name would be steeped in lore

In our Country’s Great Plains fabled history

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of the Great Sioux Nation, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Bill Hickok dying in blood with his famous hand

Crazy Horse, an outcast child because he cried when bees spilt his blood

Custer and the Seventh etched in history, paying for their genocidal sins

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great mighty Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid

 

Now only grade school books tell my story

Come visit the Little Big Horn Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City now a main gate to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument

 

I stand true to the blood of those who bore me

 Shrouded in the famous Black Hills history

Sturgis’s freedom now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, Paradise of God, then and now

Spearfish South Dakota: Great Sioux Nation: The Blood And The Gold

Spearfish Dakota and Blood

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of good or even bad luck

Maybe my name would be more renowned

In the books of our country’s history books

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

 

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation and the tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore Monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills magic then and now

Young Soldier

Young Soldier

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be Generals and Sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay

President Mom calling a truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Our personal sandbox full of new thrills

 

17 who can now say that I am not a man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with 203 in my hand

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger the trigger I quietly squeeze

One less breath, one less enemy,one less man

As the earth inhales their blood

To me one more notch, one more trophy

As his last breath leaves with the wind

Is there blood on your conscience

For the blood on your hands

Not knowing your temple

Is the target

17 your life is over

Before it began