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Topic: Cross (as in the Cross of Christ) (08/17/06)
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TITLE: In Old Testament Black and White | Previous Challenge Entry
By Joanne Sher
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My father was raised orthodox; my maternal grandfather was a former cantor; my great aunt still kept kosher. My Jewish roots ran deep, and were important to me.
I do remember, however, my first church service. I was eight or so, and we were visiting my aunt and her family. I don’t remember the service, but I recall the pastor saying something disparaging about Jews, causing me to run out, quite upset. I still don’t remember what he said, but I did not enter a church again for 10 years.
The next one was Catholic. I was in college, dating a Catholic who brought me to Mass. I remember looking up at the front of the church, seeing the crucifix, and feeling more uncomfortable than I ever had before. I kept my eyes down for the rest of the service. That cross haunted me for quite a while.
I had other minor "encounters" with Christianity, but it wasn’t until I was married and living in the Midwest twelve years later that that cross grabbed my attention again.
My husband was nominally Jewish and we both followed our faith for a while. We soon stopped attending synagogue, however, neither of the local ones being to our liking. We still celebrated the major holidays, but nothing more.
I was working as a freelance writer for the local daily paper, and the religion editor had taken a liking to me, so I was writing for him. One day, he called and asked if I would cover a Christian women’s conference the following Saturday. I agreed skeptically, assuming it would be a bunch of fake, mushy women screaming "Hallelujah" and praising God for their wonderful lives.
Was I ever wrong.
The moment I walked into the arena, I felt a camaraderie among the women there, and a peace I simply couldn’t explain. The speakers, who I normally would have dismissed as hokey, resonated with me, and I felt myself filled with the same camaraderie and peace as those around me. I didn’t want to leave.
Unfortunately, I had no choice - I had a deadline to meet! And, as I left the building to walk the three blocks to the newspaper office, I felt that peace leave me just as suddenly as it arrived.
A myriad of questions ran through my mind.
What did those women have that I didn’t?
Could I find that kind of peace in Judaism if I was more devout, or was this a Christian phenomenon?
I decided I needed to start this quest of mine with my own faith. I found my copy of the Hebrew Bible and read the entire Old Testament from beginning to end in two weeks. I also typed out about 20 pages of notes.
Those two weeks brought several things to light, including my lack of obedience to God’s laws, and the emphasis throughout the Old Testament on vengeance and justice.
I knew what I had to do next. I began reading the New Testament. And there, it seemed, were answers to all my questions, comfort from all my fears. I finished the NT in another week, and added another dozen pages of notes to my collection.
Yet, I had some serious misgivings. I saw Jesus as a wonderful man, someone to emulate, but as God? As Messiah? My Jewish background and teachings were digging at me - "God is One," "Christ was a Jew-hater," and other mantras reverberated in my mind. I MIGHT be able to accept Jesus as Lord, but Savior?
Still, I started attending a bible-believing church, and began reading the bible through again. I got many new revelations on the Old Testament the second time through, but none as monumental as the one I received about 5 months after the women’s conference, from Isaiah.
Crushed because of our iniquities.
He bore the chastisement that made us whole,
And by his bruises we were healed.
Isaiah 53:5 JPS
There it was, in black and while - in the Hebrew Scriptures: Christ’s death on the cross as payment for my sins. At this point, I had no choice. I embraced the cross, and have never turned back.
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I hope this is a true story...God bless
I felt that peace leave me just as suddenly as it arrived.
I encounted this as well while I was searching. Thank-you for sharing your personal journey with us.
This was a great article,
thanks for your great review of my Poem,"The Birth of Life"
and your belief in Jesus.
Isa 28-16 God Speaking:
"Therefore thus saith the
Lord God, Behold I Lay in
Zion (Church) for a foundation a Stone, a tried
Stone (Who else was tried in
Pilots Hall?), a precious
corner stone,a sure
foundation, He that believeth
shall not make haste.
Love and God Bless You,
quickening. Thanks for the
advice, I do need work on
my grammer.
Wow!
I want to say more but...Wow!
I've heard Billy Graham say that if only one person comes to Christ through one of his crusades, that every penny spent on the crusade was worth it. I wonder if the organizers of the women's event that you went to ever found out about the seed they planted in your life.
I'm so glad that you are indeed part of the 'family'.
God's Word is so complete and encompasses every need for every individual. I pray that the present day Jews will see that their Messiah has already come.
Thank you for sharing your story of faith for those of us who do not have a Jewish culture and heritage to draw upon.
God bless
I know it was a while ago, but the power of it never fades.
Gerri
Len