Forgiven: Completely, Totally, Perfectly

Misty forest with the word “forgiven” overlaid across the bottom

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Yom Kippur is the holiest and most solemn day in the Jewish year.  Yom translates as “day,” Kippur from the root word “to cover or to atone.” Hence it is also called the Day of Atonement.

It is observed on the 10th of the Jewish month of Tishri.  This year it begins at sundown Sunday, Sept 20 and ends at sundown on Monday, Sept 21st. 

On Yom Kippur and the days leading up to it, known as the Ten Days of Awe, Jewish people around the world spend time in deep retrospection and seek forgiveness for wrongs they have done over the past year. They go to those they have wronged and ask forgiveness. 

Tradition states that the Book of Life is opened on Rosh Hashanah and it is sealed on Yom Kippur. 

Yom Kippur is a day of fasting, self denial, and prayer. Prayers are offered by the people asking for forgiveness in the hope that their names will be sealed in the Book of Life for the coming year. 

As a Christian, we have the assurance that our sins have been covered by the sacrifice of the Lamb of G-d, Yeshua (Jesus) and that he suffered and died for us. 

A time of deep reflection of our lives and actions is a good thing. Confessing our shortcomings and seeking to live holy and pure lives should be our goal. 

During this time, like many other believers, I often hear the voice of the accuser trying to convict me and telling me I am not worthy.   The past few weeks I have been in that battle. Battling doubts about my faith, beating myself up for my failures, hoping that I am indeed sealed in the Book of Life. 

This week, I have received four messages all from different sources that seem to have been messages just for me, to reassure me that I am. 

The first was a drawing that I saw on social media. It had more of a Passover theme but the message was relevant to my struggles. 

It was a drawing of a door with blood across the top and on the doorpost.  It was a sign that those inside were covered by the blood of the unblemished lamb. 

The words below the drawing said,
“The LORD did not check who inside the house was worthy.
HE checked for the BLOOD on the doorposts.
None of us is worthy.
Only the blood of Jesus can cover us.”

Wow, that really sank in. I am not worthy, but I am covered. G-d does not look at my imperfect self, he sees I am covered by the righteousness of Yeshua. 

Then just a few days later, I am watching an early morning show on TV. One of the guests is Gabe Poirot. He was a young man that had severe head injury from skateboarding accident in 2020.

He was in a coma for 18 days and when he woke up he said he met Jesus in heaven. Gabriel kept his face down expecting judgment of his past mistakes, sins, and shortcomings.

He said, that instead of judgement Jesus said to him, “Gabriel, why are you concerned about that which has been paid for?”

Yes, why am I worrying over these things, why am I worried about my salvation. I am forgiven, my sins have been paid for. 

The next sign came on Saturday morning. I always tune into a service from a congregation in Israel on YouTube.  Vlad delivered a message on Yom Kippur.  

These were some of his words that spoke to me. 

  • When sin abounds, G-d‘s grace abounds even more. 
  • There is enough power in [His] sacrifice to forgive us of any sins
  • We need to come to know that Power 
  • If you are carrying guilt for something you have done, if the acts of your past are still under your shoulders as a heavy burden, in Yeshua have atonement
  • In Yeshua, you have forgiveness of your sins 
  • The sacrifice which is a sacrifice unto the Lord, we have forgiveness in erasing of our sins
  • As we are coming… to the Day of Atonement, I want to encourage each one of you…
  • Just let it go
  • Just let it go

The final reminder came this morning when I received a WhatsApp message from my friend Pam in Israel. 

She wrote, “So grateful for the completed work, where I can do nothing, add nothing to the work already complete… On this Yom Kippor relish in the knowledge our name is recorded in the Book of Life, written there, NEVER to be blotted out, at the price of the matchless sacrifice we’ve embraced; His body broken and blood spilled.”

Thank you, Lord for the reminders, for reaching to me through these messages. I hear you Lord.

One other side note, the year I was born the Hebrew date was the 9th of Tishri. I was born just a few hours before the start of Yom Kippur in Israel. My first day of life.  What does it mean? Probably nothing, but according to Jewish tradition it can have a unique personal meaning. 

It means my first day of life aligned with the moment G-d’s judgment for the new year is locked in with grace and forgiveness.

  • My explanation is only a very brief description of Yom Kippur. It has a profound spiritual meaning and many other traditions that have been observed throughout the ages.

Songs in My Heart

I hope you have a wonderful and blessed day.

Yesterday, I woke up with this old hymn on my heart. I sang it all morning long…

We praise thee, O God, For the Son of thy love, For Jesus who died And is now gone above.

Hallelujah, thine the glory!
Hallelujah, Amen!
Hallelujah, thine the glory!
Revive us again

This morning, I woke up and went to make coffee and I started singing.

Christ, the Lord, is ris’n today, Alleluia!
All on earth with angels say. Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing ye heav’ns and earth reply, Alleluia

I love it when God puts songs on my heart.
And now…
Up from the grave He arose
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes
He arose a Victor from the dark domain
And He lives forever with His saints to reign
He arose! (He arose)
He arose! (He arose)
Hallelujah! Christ arose

My solid Baptist upbringing coming through. Some people might say a song is stuck in your head.
I rather say they are…
HIDDEN IN MY HEART.

“Revive Us Again” is a hymn written by William Mackay in 1867

Charles Wesley wrote the song “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today” in 1739.

Robert Lowry wrote the hymn “Up From the Grave He Arose” in 1874.

The Glorious Voice of the Psalmist

Today I am thankful for those people who share their gifts and musical talents with songs and melodies that lift my heart and bless my soul.

My friend Pam Singer is one of those people. I met Pam in 2007 on a trip to Israel to attend a School of Ministry. Her beautiful voice and songs always lead me to an uplifting worship time where I find the Peace of God.

“… be filled with the Spirit; speaking one to another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody with your heart to the Lord” Eph 5:18-19

“In Everything” from the CD “Home” by Pam Singer – Used with Permission

There is no video, just close your eyes and hear the deep gratitude for the blessings of God.

https://youtu.be/LY-ujtX2__w

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Today I Worship and Give Thanks

After yesterday’s post I feel I was put to the test to… “find the good in every situation.” It was as if I posted it and satan mocked me with a challenge. I reminded myself all day that there is good even in this situation. Answers not so much yet.

I struggled through last night, woke up early. Today’s quote is another reminder. I can respond with worship.

Along that line, I am putting my ear buds in and playing some of my most loved worship songs. Many of these are from my friend and psalmist, Pam Singer.

Her voice is so rich and her music comes from her heart. It draws me deeper into a peace that only comes from God.

There is a link in this blog post to one of Pam’s songs. No video. Just close your eyes and listen.

“I have learned that in every circumstance that comes my way, I can choose to respond in one of two ways: I can whine or I can worship! And I can’t worship without giving thanks. It just isn’t possible. When we choose the pathway of worship and giving thanks, especially in the midst of difficult circumstances, there is a fragrance, a radiance, that issues forth out of our lives to bless the Lord and others.” ~Nancy Leigh DeMoss

November: A Month for Thankfulness.

It seems like it should be automatic each day to be thankful for every blessing, even the next second in time and the next breath I take. So often I fall short. May gratitude always be on my heart.

“God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say thank you ” ― William Arthur Ward

Miracles

I have given miracles a lot of thought while traveling the past few weeks. I was trying to sort out what I believe. When I thought of miracles I was thinking of the great ones Yeshua performed, healing the sick and raising the dead.

I wondered if these miracles happen today? I have heard people tell stories of going to third world countries and witnessing such healings, but I, the constant questioner of things I cannot see, have doubts. I surely have prayed for miraculous healings, for great supernatural showing of power to overthrow injustice and evil, but my eyes have not seen.

As I pondered these thoughts, I realized I still wanted to say, I believe in miracles but wonder if the time for the extremely awesome and breathtaking ones has passed.

Then I realized. There are no monumental or small miracles… everyday is a miracle. It is miraculous that not by my own power, I can turn a knob and clean fresh water comes from the tap, that I flip a plastic switch and I have light, or that I can reach the world from a small 4×6 device that I hold in my hand.

Last week I traveled from one side of the country to the other in a large metal tube with wings. It weighed hundreds of thousands of pounds yet it lifted into the air like a leaf blowing in the wind and took me thousands of miles in a few short hours.

The week before that I witnessed a huge rainbow that stretched across the sky over the Pacific Ocean. It filled me with a sense of awe and wonder of the beauty of this world. It took me above the fray on the ground to see the bigger picture of life.

Life, life is a miracle. The very fact that we are here on this earth is a testament to miracles. My ancestors going back thousands of years survived extreme hardships, famines, wars, diseases and countless other obstacles to produce offspring that finally resulted in my birth. I have read that the odds that I am here living on earth is in the trillions. The same holds true for all the over eight billion people in the world. That is one enormous miracle.

Yes, I believe in Miracles.