When I was a boy, somewhere around eight, my family picked up for the summer and traveled the country singing. We sang in churches mainly, but some houses and a few lodges, being used as a church meeting place. my parents were both raised Christian. my dad’s dad was a Pastor and Denominational Leader. my mom was raised by an Uncle and Aunt. Her Uncle was a pastor. my parents met at a Christian Youth Camp. They would correspond for some time and eventually get together and marry.
When my parents began having kids of their own they vowed to raise them in the Church. And so they did. i am the youngest of three. One thing my parents were passionate about was singing. So it was natural for them to form a family singing group. We each participated in the singing ministry. my sister was the sound technician, running the sound board and mixer. my brother and i participated by singing. We both sang three songs, a solo, a duet together, and a trio with our dad. my brother had the better singing voice than i but we were all celebrated for our talents.
This was our parent’s faith, and it was fun growing up with it. We attended camps, retreats, Faith night at Disneyland, and Magic Mountain, both located in Southern California where we lived. We traveled the country visiting National Parks, museums, and family. Making new friends along the way too. It was a joyful upbringing. Yet, the faith of my parents was just that it was their faith. i understood little, and tried to understand less. The few times i expressed interest it was shortly extinguished by my response to peers or by Church leadership.
When i was in my early twenties, i experienced a low point in life. Until that point, it was the lowest. i found myself lost and alone. In a small prayer chapel of my youth i took refuge as an adult and there i encountered Yahoshua. This time for myself. Pouring over my life, my mistakes, and my beliefs i was prompted to read. I knelt at the altar and opened the Bible and found Philippians 3:12-14. It spoke to my soul. It reads:
“It is not that I have already obtained it or already reached the goal. No, but I keep pursuing it. In the hope of taking hold of that for which the Messiah Yahoshua took hold of me. Brothers, I, for my part, do not think of myself as having yet gotten hold of it. But one thing I do: forgetting what is behind me and straining forward toward what lies ahead. I keep pursuing the goal. That is, to win the prize offered by Elohim and the upward calling in Messiah Yahoshua.“
Here it was, my faith, my journey, my calling. Reaching out to me, in a moment of crises, was my Savior. He was saying, “get up, dust yourself off, I am here with you.” That is exactly what i did. my life hasn’t always been roses. i have screwed up more times than i would like to share. However, if you read through my blog you will get a glimpse. Each time I fall, He reminds me of this story, this encounter, this truth. He will never leave me nor forsake me.
Now, I write, not to give you my faith but to help you discover yours. This is the Way of the Rabbi. He shares with you the how and the why. Then He invites you to join Him. It is your choice, based on your faith, revealed by your action. For He has already demonstrated His.
Will you mess up, certainly, but He who calls you is able to complete the work He began in you. That is a promise. Won’t you start today your journey with Him?
You are loved,
cj
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